The Paranoid President's Little Wife

Chapter 635

Xiao Ziyi knew that Lin Zheng didn't like others to get too close to him, so she could only sit a short distance away, but as long as he didn't drive her away, being able to sit with him was very happy for Xiao Ziyi up.

"Where are the others? Didn't you inform you of the meeting? Why didn't they come?" Xiaoyan asked aloud.

Li Junfeng raised his eyebrows, but did not answer.

But Shu Guo'er explained softly: "They probably have something to do."

"Is there something to be busy? What is it?"

Shu Guo'er smiled slightly: "I'm not sure about this, why don't you go and have a look?"

When Xiaoyan heard this, she really took steps to see it.

As a result, Mi Xin'er stopped her after walking two steps, "Xiaoyan, sit down."

Xiaoyan turned her head and looked at Mi Xiner in disbelief.

"But...they didn't come, I'll go find them for a meeting."

"No need." The expression on Mi Xiner's face was frighteningly cold, and her voice was surprisingly calm, "I said a few days ago that good works cannot be produced with force. Since they don't want to come, then we a meeting."

After finishing speaking, Mi Xiner pursed her red lips, then looked at the folder in Xiaoyan's hand: "Send the information first."

Although Xiaoyan was angry in her heart, she still listened to Mi Xiner's words, and reluctantly sent the information to several people.

Mi Xiner pulled out her chair and sat down. The meeting room was well prepared. She inserted the USB flash drive she prepared in advance into the dispenser, and said while operating: "Take the time to read the information in hand first. .”

Shu Guoer didn't speak, and quietly flipped through the files, Li Junfeng still looked lightly, while the cold and withdrawn boy flipped through the files like a robot, but Xiao Ziyi snorted, looking at the files He opened his mouth and said, "Lin Zheng, what's so interesting about these materials? The company has just started now, and there are no customers to place orders. What would be easy to open."

Lin Zheng turned a deaf ear to it, and glanced coldly over every line of the information.

Li Junfeng didn't touch the file, and Han Muzi didn't pay attention to whether he read it or not, anyway, it's fine to keep her talking, Li Junfeng suddenly became curious about this woman.

She looks like a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch.

But if you wanted to anger her, you would punch her like cotton. If you wanted to piss her off and attack her, you might get a rebound. On the contrary, she didn't get hurt at all.

Probably because his eyes were too focused, Mi Xiner suddenly raised her head and looked at him coldly: "What's your problem?"

When Li Junfeng was asked this question, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips: "No problem, I was just thinking, what's the use of meeting now? And there are no customers coming."

"There are no customers now, but it doesn't mean there won't be any in the future." Mi Xiner looked back, the black pen was spinning in her fingers, and Li Junfeng stared at her fingers again.

(End of this chapter)