As soon as the little guy opened his eyes, he was forced to sit on his father's lap. He turned around and threw himself into his father's arms, crying for grievance.
I was sleeping a little lazy, and I don’t know who beat him up and wanted to complain to my father.
Mr. Jiang hugged the small meat bag in his arms with both hands, and pretended to be a good person with a big tail. "Shanjun, Dad makes you a cup of milk powder."
At the meeting at 10 o'clock, the little guy was taken out with his assistant.
Several pictures unfold, about eight or nine branches of the Jiang family, several are secretly, and several are openly. Jiang Chenshao deliberately made people know. The leader is Ningshi Group.
It seems to be dependent on the Jiang family, and can develop independently.
In the video, everyone seemed to be busy and was in a hurry to hold a meeting, and it seemed to be a little hasty.
Jiang Chenshao said, "Each company began to report on the situation, starting with Ningshi Group."
Ning Donggang was staying with his wife at home. He didn't plan to come to the company in the morning, so he wanted to accompany his wife to go for prenatal examinations. The temporary notice was made by General Jiang. He asked everyone to attend the meeting, but they were still in the form of video, so he hurried to the company.
Director Ning briefly sorted it out and reported to Jiang Chenshao.
Next is the next person in charge, and the reply begins.
Outside the door, Assistant He can play with the little guy for a while, but he spends a long time with him. When the little guy is walking and crawling, he is about to go to his father's office, Uncle He picked him up, "Shanjun, Uncle takes you there
Snack area, what snacks do you want to eat?”
The little guy was stubborn with his little fat waist, stretched out his little fleshy arms, and held the handle of the door at his father's door with both hands, "Dad~"
Assistant He coaxed and violently opened the little guy's hands. Suddenly, the secretary's office was filled with the cry of the little girl.
When Mr. Jiang was in a meeting, he glanced at the scene outside and looked at his little slutty grinning and crying again. He was a little absent-minded.
Assistant He took her to the rest area and began to induce him with what he was interested in before.
"Shanjun, look, this is coffee, this is a coffee maker, your mother likes to make coffee the most." Assistant He explained while grinding it.
Xiaoshanjun still had crystal clear tears hanging on his eyelashes, and he looked at the coffee machine curiously.
Finally, my hands itched, bent over again, and wanted to play, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Assistant He stopped and asked the little guy to get started.
His little hands were stern and he was buckled randomly.
The little secretary looked at Assistant He in admiration, "He Shu, how do you know that the young master is curious about this?"
"I don't know if the newcomer is here. Go out and ask the old man what his wife likes to do when she came to the company."
As expected, the little secretary went out and asked the old secretary curiously, "What did the wife like to do before?"
"Snatch drinks, eat snacks, give the president a love bento, and play with a coffee machine." The old man replied skillfully.
The first three are outside the Young Master's ability, and they only play with coffee machines, which is quite interesting.
The newcomer got to know, "Did the wife come to the company often before? I have never met her wife."
The old man nodded, "not only came, but also sent flowers to the president."
The newcomers are even more gossipy and want to continue listening.
As a result, there was another cry from the lounge.
It’s enough to not let my father see him for half an hour, but it’s almost an hour. Patience has long disappeared, and the coffee machine can’t attract him.
The son was no longer seen on the surveillance screen. The longer the time, Jiang Chenshao became more uneasy.
I don't know where I went to cry.
It was a little cold outside. When I went out, I didn’t take out my little guy’s water cup. It was time to drink hot water for this little bit.
But the meeting is still going on.
He changed his posture and looked at the screen without saying nonsense, because everyone followed Jiang Chenshao for a while, knew who he was, and went up to report his work, concise and to the point. Even so, before he knew it, all eleven were 11