At this time, Ning Xiang's smiling eyes were like a crescent moon in the sky, bending and sweet, and the moon gently told about love, so that Jinmo unconsciously had goosebumps like an electric shock all over his body.

This is really a sweet and sweet word, and it almost electrified this unsmiling man.

It's like a string of hawthorn fruits hanging with syrup, becoming a string of sugar gourds.

To be honest, this reliable man who was calm at all times didn't know how to pace back upstairs.

"Holy!" When Jinmo was putting his belongings, he touched his hot ears and unconsciously admitted that he was almost in a trance just now.

Calm down and don't be fooled.

But I was really relieved that I didn't have to work hard anymore.

Jin Mo realized, whether it is the normal personality of him now, the calm personality, or the personality of the man who forcibly occupied his body last time, his life is full of performances, restrictions and taboos everywhere.

He hasn't done ego yet.

This feeling is very unpleasant, like having an iron frame that encloses people and imprisons them completely.

Even if you can tell the truth and do practical things, you still know somewhere in your heart that your way of living is not exactly in line with your original intention.

The next day was the weekend, which happened to ferment many things, and Ning Xiang was also arranged by Jinmo to meet with the management on Monday.

In fact, as early as when dealing with the Gate 207 incident, Ning Xiang's Qin Mi identity had caused a dark tide to surge.

At that time, it was in the capacity of the agent, and there was only Ning Xiang's appointment, and the reaction of those old guys was not great.

But this appointment not only involves Qin Ningxiang, but also many young and promising cadres who are similar to her. These people were promoted as young managers, and once broke the promotion mechanism and requirements of the Liang Group, which is indeed a break in the specifications.

Cultivating talents is not a mass production product, and Jinmo has long disliked the company's talent selection model.

As early as when he was president, he mentioned it many times to his father Liang Han, but Liang Han's management style tended to be conservative and he never agreed to innovation. Father and son had a long disagreement on this issue, and these matters are still being discussed to this day. Who knew that my father had just spit out a little at that time, so he could try it first, and then he encountered an accident.

Jin Mo folded the shocking scene that popped up in his mind and sorted out his thoughts.

Knock knock! A shadow appeared in the doorway.

"Husband, let's go to the hospital together." After Ning Xiang knocked on the door, he explained his intention by the door.

Liang Yue's heart still needs to be re-examined, and Dr. Jin Yuhan has arranged for the top experts in China to come to consult Yueyue and finally determine the child's diagnosis and treatment plan.

"You come in." Jinmo didn't look up, still working hard.

"Husband, am I bothering you?" Ning Xiang hesitated for a while before entering the room. I wanted to ask someone to make a cup of tea for Jinmo, but after thinking about it, I took it personally.

"Well, it smells good. Thank you. Jinmo beckoned Ning Xiang to sit down on the chair beside him, "What do you think?" ”

Jinmo didn't look up, this posture gave Ning Xiang the illusion that she was working.

"Me? I think the child is still young, and if the surgery is going on, it would be better to wait until he is older. Ning Xiang snapped her fingers, "I'm sorry, it's my fault." ”

Jinmo stopped what he was doing, lifted his eyelids lightly, and reached for the black notebook in front of him, his fingers curled slightly, hooked for a long time, and he didn't touch it.

Secretary Ning Xiang's instinct drove her to immediately pick up the notebook and hand it to Jinmo, and also intimately handed over the gel pen.

Jinmo picked up the notebook, looked at the gel pencil in his eyes, and didn't answer it.

Ning Xiang put down the gel pen again, handed over a fountain pen, and Jinmo held it in his hand.

"It's not your fault." Jinmo opened the notebook and wrote some words, and added, "But you are indeed a good secretary." ”