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Chapter 780 Young Master Pinched Whose Jaw

Yang Moyan rolled his lips.

But the boy just took a sip and left.

Yang Moyan thought it was a bad taste, and frowned. Just as he was about to speak, the young master's eyes seemed to light up, and he pulled his hand over.

The fingertip landed on the palm, drawing: delicious, with a little taste.

God knows.

It was a torment for a young man who hadn't tasted anything for two days, just like drinking water.

Who knew the porridge was so delicious this time?
Lin Zhaoxia really drank it all in one gulp.

On the other hand, Yang Moyan raised his eyebrows slightly.

taste?

He reached out his hand almost immediately to pinch the boy's chin, and at this moment, he didn't care about those people still in the conference room, and said in a low voice, "Open your mouth."

Over there in the conference room.

In an instant it was quiet again.

Look at the projector again.

their young master.

It seemed to pinch someone's jaw.

The idea came out.

The department managers in the entire meeting room were collectively stunned.

The assistant felt that he was not well!
What the fuck? ?
Master, what are you doing? !

Hold on!

It's still in a meeting!

It's a meeting! !

But how could Yang Moyan still care about those at this time?

The boy in front of him is the most important thing.

He watched the teenager open his mouth, checking the wound on her tongue.

Still red, but much better than yesterday.

The swelling also seems to have subsided a lot.

"Does it hurt?"

he asked again in a low voice.

Lin Zhaoxia shook her head, took his hand, and pulled it over: it doesn't hurt if you don't move.

Yang Moyan hummed.

It seems that the porridge is okay.

Can add a little flavor.

Yang Moyan was still thinking, tomorrow he needs to add some flavor to the boy.

At this time, the sound came from the earphone.

"Master..."

is assistant.

That voice sounded really helpless.

Yang Moyan looked over again.

It fell on the notebook.

Looking at those people in the conference room, their faces were full of bewilderment at this moment.

He raised his eyebrows, "What? Who is it, continue."

The room was stunned.

One ignorant, two ignorant, all ignorant.

After a while, he regained consciousness, and the next person stood up, holding the summary just now and the work he was going to report.

As a result, I haven't started reading yet.

I don't know what stimulated him, his hands trembled, and the book fell directly from his hand onto the table, and then he picked it up, picked it up, dropped it three or four times.

The whole person was suddenly in a cold sweat.

Yang Moyan's eyes were dull, and he looked over, "What's the matter? The manager of the export department doesn't seem to be very agile?"

The manager of the export department who was called suddenly gave a doo.

And this time the book didn't drop again.

He was dripping with cold sweat, but he forced himself to calm down, then looked up at the young master on the projector, "No young master, shall I start reporting now?"

Yang Moyan looked at him.

did not speak.

The manager of the export department was fine at first.

But as time went by, his scalp became tighter and tighter, and he sweated more and more.

Because Yang Moyan's gaze was really flat, but it was also full of deterrence.

Those dark green pupils were deep and invisible.

Anyone who looks at it will feel heartbroken.

Just when the manager of the export department couldn't hold on and wanted to squat down, Young Master Yang finally opened his mouth, indifferent as usual: "Well, let's start."

The silence and tension in the room were instantly broken.

The manager of the export department let out a long breath, and everything returned to normal. He looked at the book in his hand, organized the language, and then opened his mouth, analyzing the regulations, and the orderliness of each part...

(End of this chapter)