Chapter 739

This sentence makes Baptiste wake up in an instant. Is this woman serious?

For a young and strong man, eating a steamed stuffed bun for breakfast is obviously too perfunctory. Is it good to be hungry?

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the data analysis on the computer and didn't care about him.

Baptiste frowned and looked bitterly.

As time passed, it was getting closer and closer to eight o'clock.

The designated scene of the press conference was related to the great director Baptiste, so the invited reporters were full of enthusiasm and the scene was boiling.

Baptiste has certain contacts in Jiangcheng. He is a world-famous director. The media that want to interview him are everywhere. It is his disciples who help him arrange all this. Everyone is some first-line director brothers. Therefore, this press conference took a lot of thought and was particularly grand.

It's seven thirty.

The press conference was full of reporters, and the crowd was enthusiastic, except for the protagonist Baptiste.

When the disciples called him, they only heard the RBT, but no one answered.

"What's going on? Why can't I get through all of a sudden? At five o'clock, I called to urge things not to go wrong. I poured out the situation myself. "

"Brother, do you think the master will come again? Is there a problem? It was agreed to arrive at seven. It has been half an hour. "

"I don't know. Wait. It shouldn't happen."

Shengshi group, 22nd floor, in the simple and gorgeous president's office.

Baptiste stood in front of the French window, his hands around his chest and his eyebrows tightened.

Su Xiaoxiao sat in his office chair, flipping through the documents in his hand, writing records with a pen from time to time, calmly and calmly.

On the European silent wall clock on the wall, it turns around every second.

07：40……

07：50……

07：59……

08：00……

Baptiste's eyebrows are tightening! He turned his eyes and stared at the woman who devoted himself to work, with suppressed emotions spreading in his heart.

About nine o'clock.

At the press conference, there was a commotion among the originally enthusiastic reporters. Everyone lost patience and all kinds of speculation flew all over the sky.

"What's going on? Why was Baptiste an hour late? "

"Yes! We need to explain! Do you have to wait all the time? We still have a field to catch at ten! "

"Will Baptiste come or not? Even if something happens or you change your mind temporarily, you should send someone to inform you! Our time is not running water! "

"Play big cards?"

"Is something wrong?"

……

All kinds of voices were heard, and everyone seemed very excited.

On the podium, some people tried their best to appease the reporters.

In the lounge behind the podium, someone anxiously dialed Baptiste's mobile phone number, but no one answered.

Seeing this press conference is going to screw up.

Sheng group, 22nd floor, infirmary.

Gu Zhi stood in front of the French window and prepared drugs gracefully. He was like a person who was independent of the world and always liked to devote himself to what he liked.

The cell phone ringing in the side hall came out again and again, and he had no habit of meddling at all.

The president didn't come back at all, as Gu knows.

Baptiste should... His hand moves slightly. He seems to have guessed a possibility, but he's not sure.

As soon as the time came, it was noon.

Gu Zhi washed his hands and came to the kitchen. He leaned against the door frame and said to Wes, "two Chinese meals are packed."

"Pack?" Wes wondered.

"Su tezhu and Baptiste." Gu Qingqing said faintly, "it's estimated that they won't come to the restaurant today."