Jiang Chenshao changed into clean diapers for his son and hugged the little guy around the office.
Through the window, he let him bask in the sun, carried him to the bathroom, turned on the faucet and let him listen to the sound of water.
The music was played on the phone, and finally coaxed the little guy to stop crying.
At this time, the high-level meeting is about to begin.
Assistant He looked at the little guy who was lying in his father's arms and not crying.
"President, do you want to carry the young master to a meeting?"
Jiang Chenshao knew his son's temper. He said that when he was crying, he would not give anyone any face and just open his mouth and cried. At that time, the meeting would not be able to be held properly. "Don't let him go."
Jiangsu also looked at his uncle. "Uncle, why don't I accompany you to a meeting? I'll take care of your children in the office?"
Jiangsu doesn't want to get involved in this business knowledge. Even if he can, he still wants to escape.
Jiang Chenshao looked at the little one in his arms who was lazy due to the warm winter sun, and he lay on his heart, and his heart softened as his father.
"Xiao Su went to hold a meeting for me, and Assistant He assisted."
"Uncle!" Jiangsu instantly got up from the chair, and he, "No."
Assistant He also looked at the young master Sun of the Jiang family. After he came to the company, he was told by the president that he had been secretly observing the young master Sun.
He did nothing wrong in doing things, and his mind was quickly turned. His vision and thoughts were also reflected in the president. When it comes to problems, the only problem that is not a problem is that he has no passion.
He had reported this to the president. At that time, Jiang Chenshao looked at his nephew's desk on the computer surveillance screen. He pressed his hand against his lips and just said coldly.
No one knows what he is thinking.
Now, the president wants to ask Mr. Sun to hold a meeting for him again, and Assistant He doesn't know what the president is going to do.
Jiang Chenshao patted his son in his arms with full of love and said to his nephew: "You have learned about the situation of the second overseas department just now, and you also have your own ideas in your heart. What's wrong with having a job for me?"
Jiangsu suddenly realized that the data his uncle asked him to look at just now was a deep pit covered with soil.
Just for now, let him go to a meeting for his uncle!
Jiang Chenshao was even more profound and said ingeniously: "Let you know in advance that data is just to deal with emergencies, not to calculate that you want to have a meeting for me."
If his son did not wake up, he would take his nephew to a meeting.
If his son wakes up, he has to send someone who can replace him. This person can only be his nephew who has been "cultivated" since childhood, Jiang Xiaosu!
The little guy was lying in his father's arms, his feet were on his father's shirt, and his little paws were also placed on his father's strong shoulders. He had cried enough and was tired of making trouble. He started basking in the sun again, squinted his eyes, and felt comfortable.
Suited.
Without knowing at all, he had already been revenge by his own brother Jiang Xiaosu.
The meeting is about to be held, and Jiangsu surrenders to the strength of his uncle.
He picked up the documents on the table, looked at the culprit Xiaoshanjun, and walked out of the office with his fate.
Assistant He looked at Jiang Chenshao and was reluctant to go out. "President, do you want to participate remotely?"
Jiang Chenshao nodded.
Assistant He knew it and he also quit the office.
Jiang Chenshao held the one, went to the desk, turned on the computer, and controlled it with one hand.
The little guy widened Shui Lingling's eyes curiously and looked at the things in his father's hand.
It seemed as if I saw the little guy from the New World, blinked my eyes and was so curious that I forgot to drink my grandma.
After a while, the screen of the conference room popped up on Jiang Chenshao's computer. He leaned against the chair, held his son in his hands, and looked at the screen.