Li Ying tried using her cell phone several times, but didn't dare to make a call. Firstly, she didn't know the name of the bidding case, and secondly, she was afraid that Li Yaohua would find out that she had escaped from bed.
I spent a lot of time writing half of the paper, and my eyelids started to tremble.
She slowly lay down on the table, her pen moving at a snail's pace.
Lan Jingyu was having a meeting next door and went over all the recent projects one by one.
Lan Shan is basically in charge of the Lan family's property in the imperial capital. He only gives some suggestions on important decisions. Huanyu was only founded five years ago, and it is entirely his personal style. Judging from the speed of development, it is definitely worthy of the title.
It's a rookie.
He was sitting at the head table, watching the people above him making reports and analyses, and thinking of Li Ying's words to persuade him to give up, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
You little silly girl, you still look down on people.
"Who is responsible for Li's project?" he asked.
Gong Zheng raised his head and pursed his lips.
Someone from the planning department immediately stepped forward and told them the latest progress.
Lan Jingyu listened with a calm expression and only asked someone to send the detailed information to his mailbox.
Just such a small episode, the meeting went on as planned.
Until early in the morning, people and horses were exhausted.
Lan Jingyu dismissed the meeting and the matter came to an end.
He had been suffering from a cold. He took advantage of his young age and good health to do whatever he wanted. In addition, he had received an intravenous drip during the day and he felt a little better. But when he stood up suddenly, he felt dizzy instantly.
The secretary saw something was wrong and prepared medicine for him.
"The lady you brought has fallen asleep in your seat. Do you need to wake her up?"
Lan Jingyu put five or six pills into his mouth at once, poured water down, and frowned, "How long have you been sleeping for?"
"You continued the meeting and fell asleep half an hour later."
Lan Jingyu: "..."
You don't need to think about it to know that she definitely hasn't finished the paper.
He pressed his eyebrows and told the secretary not to worry about it and to get off work.
"OK."
The secretary packed up and left, and there was almost no one around on the first half floor.
Lan Jingyu walked back to the office and saw Li Ying sleeping with her face pressed on her arms.
Her little face was flushed, it was when she was fast asleep.
He came closer and took a look at the paper pressed under her arm.
The exposed part has not been copied yet, and there is a blank page next to it.
There are three and a half papers, and I wrote less than half of them.
He glanced around and found a line of small words written on her paper.
He leaned over slightly and read the words clearly.
——Can’t lose to Uncle Lan! Rise up!
He couldn't hold it back, chuckled softly, and whispered, "The slogans are quite loud."
Li Ying smashed her mouth in her sleep, moved her body, rubbed her face against her arm, grinned, smiled inexplicably, and then slowly fell asleep again.
Sleeping on your stomach is uncomfortable, and the blood in your face does not circulate, so your face will easily turn red.
Lan Jingyu felt it was interesting and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pinched her face.
Li Ying: "Well——"
"Little pig." He said with a smile.
The sleeping man frowned and immediately became unresponsive.
Lan Jingyu straightened up and picked up the blank paper.
He looked for a pen on the table, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and felt someone looking in.
He turned his head and met Gong Zheng's teasing gaze outside the glass door.
Gong Zheng was leaning against the door, with a smile on his face, obviously taking into account his actions just now.
He was silent for a moment, put down the things in his hands, and walked out with his hands folded.