Luo Yanqing frowned: "Xiao Li...... Xiao Li has been here, why hasn't anyone told me?"

Director Song smiled: "Then you told the people around you, saying that no matter who you are, you can't disturb you, with you saying this, who would dare to risk being kicked out of the group by you and interrupt you in the middle of your work?!"

"......" The thin lips pursed, Luo Yan was silent for a long time with a cold face, and asked Director Song, "Why don't you let Xiao Li stay in the institute for more meetings?"

"It's not my old man's fault, the girl accidentally rescued two boys on the way to our office, one of them was injured and unconscious, and the other was not very good with his hands and feet, so he couldn't do anything, so the little girl gave me something and begged me to arrange a car to take her and the two boys to the hospital. Okay, if you really want to miss Li Bao,

Just take two days off and go home to see, now you better open the bag, Li Bao said, she has prepared clothes for me, and pastries made by her."

Luo Yanqing: "......" looked at Director Song as if he was looking at a child.

"Look what I'm doing, I'm waiting to eat my daughter's pastry."

Director Song urged.

Luo Yanqing didn't answer, he put the bag on the table, opened the zipper casually, took out the clothes one by one and put them on the bed, and took out the pastries and put them on the table.

"Li Bao said that the clothes in the plastic bag were for my old man."

Director Song put his clothes aside, then he opened the pastry bag, picked up a piece of mung bean cake and took a bite, and after chewing and swallowing, he praised it repeatedly: "My daughter's craftsmanship really doesn't have to say, not only the food is well cooked, but even the pastries are so delicious."

Luo Yanqing: "One piece."

Director Song: "...... What do you mean?" Stunned!

Luo Yanqing: "The pastry is for me, you can only eat one piece."

Director Song rolled his eyes: "If you dare to eat only one piece for my old man, I will call my daughter when I turn around, I don't want to kneel on the washboard, you can treat me harshly as an old man."

Luo Yanqing's eyes were indifferent, and he raised his eyebrows: "Has the director knelt?"

"......" Director Song was generalized, and after a moment, he waved his hand: "Nonsense, how is that possible? I have a good relationship with your godmother, she is reluctant to let me kneel on the washboard!"

"Looks like you've knelt down."

Luo Yanqing used declarative sentences.

Director Song suddenly looked uncomfortable, and coughed repeatedly, pointing at Luo Yanqing: "You...... Can you speak, kid? What do you mean I've knelt down? I want to laugh at the old man...... Well, whatever you want! To put it bluntly, that also indirectly shows that the two of us have a good relationship, otherwise, I can obediently listen to your godmother and go to kneel on a washboard."

"Director Xie advises, if necessary, I will learn from the director's method."

After saying this, Luo Yanqing picked up a piece of mille-feuille cake, sat on the chair and ate it.

Director Song snorted coldly: "If you get cheap, you can sell well, stinky boy, you can really do it!"

Luo Yanqing replied without being salty or light: "General."

Director Song was choked with such a sentence, only to feel that his heart hurt, no, he pressed one hand on his heart, pretended to be uncomfortable, and said, "Boy, you have become bad."

Luo Yanqing: "Is there one?" Isn't he who he is? How did it go bad?

"Don't talk about it, half of the pastry for one person, otherwise, I'll call Li Bao immediately."

Director Song put "cruel words".

Luo Yanqing: "It is said that you always need to avoid food, especially sweets."

Director Song: "No."

Luo Yanqing: "Why don't I call and ask my godmother?"

In order to be able to eat more pastries, Director Song had to make a concession: "Don't, don't! You're going to divide my half and I'll eat two pieces a day, and that's it, right?"