The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 211, Mr. Ink, want to suspend the meeting, go back to the phone?

Haicheng, the Moh Group.

The executive meeting room was still a moment because of the short cell phone ringtone.

Since the return of T-City, the whole person has revealed indifference from his bones. Although he used to talk less well in the company, today, he can use very bad words to describe it. Dare to come forward, for fear of losing the rice bowl.

The meeting was proceeding in an orderly manner, and the dark face of the ink scene was sitting on the floor and listening to the reports of the executives until his cell phone on the table rang. His face with no expression was slightly changed, but it was only seen. At a glance, the ringtone was very short and almost stopped when it rang.

Everyone in the conference room saw the temperature change of the Arctic glaciers from nine cold days to the perennial snow and ice. They were all the same cold, but the frozen people were thoroughly immersed in the heart.

Shen Mu stood next to the ink scene and did not dare to speak. He just saw the ink that Mo Jingshen’s mobile phone lit up, showing the season warm number.

But the bizarre thing is that there is no action to pick up the phone, and the other party just hangs up in an instant.

What is the situation?

Is it a quarrel?

"Ink, do you want to suspend the meeting and go back to the phone?" Shen Mu whispered.

"No need, continue." The ink depth of the ink is very light.

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At eight o'clock that night, the season warmed up and brought back what I brought back from the apartment.

She ignored any question in the bedroom. Only the seal had not spoken, so she looked at the warm season and cleaned up.

It can be seen that the warm season is obviously to ease the mood and vent your emotions by the exhaustion of packing things. Now it is better to let her do things by herself.

Until the season warmed up, turned and went to take a shower back, it is already nine o'clock in the evening.

The young people in the moment are used to staying up late, Ling Feifei can't sleep in bed and over and said: "Professor Lin is really too strict. Usually, we are not allowed to go out at night, and we have arranged security guards outside our bedroom. It is really at night. There are no flies flying here. I suspect that I didn’t come here to study, but I entered a small prison..."

"Professor Lin is very cautious, and these are not the identity of the enterprise management class. There are huge families behind them. If there is a problem here, Professor Lin will not only be destroyed but will not be able to afford this responsibility. Therefore, he does not allow us to leave school at night, but it is justifiable." Bai Wei should have a sentence.

Ling Feifei said, "This is too boring. When I first came to T City, I didn't have any chance to eat some special foods nearby. I think it would be like this. How do four people in our bedroom take turns to eat? This Saturday, I invite everyone to eat, and change the white for the sun on Sundays. The next Saturday will be warm, and the next Sunday will be closed, so I can only find time to go out to eat, drink and have fun on the weekend!"

Ling Feifei said this, no one answered in the dormitory, she also said to herself: "Oh, then I will be your default! Just set it!"

Bai Wei, who was lazy and looked up from the bed, asked: "I see you are really coming to T, and I really didn't think about it."

Ling Feifei took a slap in the mouth: "I am very serious about class in class."

Speaking of Ling Feifei, he looked at Feng Ling: "You see that Feng Ling is not thinking about it. I didn’t listen to Professor Lin’s class when I saw her class today. I haven’t seen her until now. After reviewing the book, if you want to say slag, she is not more scum than me?"

Feng Ling’s eyes were not cold or hot, and she glanced at her. When Ling Feifei received her attention, she did not dare to look at her.

"People are martial arts champions, what are you?" Bai Wei sneered.

Ling Feifei did not speak, and his eyes suddenly smashed the direction of the warm season.

The force of Feng Ling is really prohibitive, or it is less irritating. Bai Wei is a senior executive who has experienced storms in a big company. It really is better than her.

It is this season's warmth, always a quiet and quiet thing.

"I said that the season is warm, do you have the most time to review each day, and what is necessary? Isn't it a small studio of real estate? Can you have any big development? The estimation of the more management you learn is also the number of people under your management. Ten people, I think that it is a waste of time for you to come to Professor Lin to study here."

The warm season was originally intended to sleep, and I didn’t turn over to see her when I heard this. I just said it casually: “The small studio is also a working group. The good corporate management method is used by tens of thousands of companies and dozens of companies. People's studios are the same effect."

"I think what you should do most is to find a way to hold which thigh, let people give your studio a tens of millions of investment, it is important to improve the level of your studio, otherwise it is such a small How can I get a hand in the studio..."

At this time, Feng Ling suddenly swept Ling Feifei: "Do you like nosy?"

Ling Feifei is inexplicably fascinating: "I am talking about the warmth of the season, is it related to you?"

“Hey!” Feng Ling’s expressionless white gave her a look: “Now is a break, keep quiet, understand?”

"You!" Ling Feifei suddenly sat up and smashed towards her, but Ling Ling was coldly picking up the headphones and wearing it, and no longer looked at her.

The bedroom was very quiet. No one cares about her. Ling Feifei wants to lose her temper and dare not directly send it to Fengling. Then she looks at the warmth that has never been turned over.

I feel that this cold and hard-to-reach seal is always like maintaining the warmth of the season, but it is the head of a small studio. It has no money, no rights, no identity, and it’s quite good. .

The bedroom was finally quiet.

The season was closed for a while, although it was quiet, but it was really unable to sleep, and the eyes opened again.

There was no rain outside today, but the weather in T City was really cold. The sound of air conditioning in the bedroom was not big, but it was particularly obvious under such silence. The voice of the whistling voice could not sleep. .

The lights in the bedroom were also closed at 9:30, and the warmth picked up the phone in the darkness and opened the screen.

Still there is no phone, and there is no text message.

The screen of the mobile phone in the dark is a bit dazzling, and the warmth of the season opens the recent call record, watching the phone call that I sent to Chen Jingshen during the day.

She determined that the call was really hit.

But until now, a few hours have passed, her mobile phone is always quiet.

She determined that the phone was not broken, and sent a text message to check the phone balance, which proved that there was no downtime.

The warmth of the season will press the screen of the mobile phone, and it will not light up again, so it will be repeated for a long time.

Really, there is no phone...

(End of this chapter)