"Director Zhang."

"Is the president awake?" Zhang Weiming was very excited when he came out of the elevator.

"Yes, selective amnesia." Gu Zhi said, "I don't remember Xia Fei, but I don't necessarily remember you. He remembers himself and knows his identity very well. He asked me who is dealing with the company these days. I said it's you."

"How did he react?" Zhang Weiming felt a little worried. After all, with the president's style, this kind of arbitrary decision is tantamount to death.

Gu Zhi was silent for a while, frowned, pointed to the direction of the president's bedroom and told him very seriously, "he said four words - call him over."

After thinking for a while, Zhang Weiming stepped towards the living area at the other end of the corridor with a heart.

You're going to be scolded. You have to be tough!

Gu Zhi and Xia Fei keep up.

"Director Zhang, if the president doesn't remember Mrs. Sheng, I think it's a good thing." Gu Zhiyu often reminds, "so..."

Zhang Weiming nodded, "I see."

When passing by the kitchen, Xia Fei went in and saw Wes busy in front of the refrigerator, "Shengyu woke up."

"Ah?" After the shock, Wes's eyes were filled with excited tears. After looking forward to 28 days, he finally woke up!

"He... Is he okay?" Not a vegetable?

"Selective amnesia." Xia Fei spread her hands, "I don't necessarily remember you. I don't remember me anyway."

"..." after Weiss was faintly lost, he showed a knowing smile. "It doesn't matter if you don't remember me. He's fine."

"So, there's something I want to tell you." Xia Fei looked at him and said very seriously, "if he doesn't remember Su Xiaoxiao, it's a good thing. Don't mention it."

Wes felt something in his heart. He nodded. "I see."

Is this a blessing in disguise?

That woman will only make the president suffer. Forget... Forget is the best outcome.

If she hadn't gone, the president wouldn't have had an accident.

In fact, Wes was full of resentment towards Su Xiaoxiao, at least during the period when the president took advantage of wine to relieve his worries.

"Boil some porridge, your favorite taste."

"OK, get it right away."

In the prestigious bedroom.

Only the head injured, he did not have a fracture, so he was already standing in front of the French window with his hands on his back. Although he was wearing home clothes and was not set off by a suit and shirt, his tall back still gave people a king's momentum.

Zhang Weiming stopped at the door and stared at the back for two seconds. He knocked at the door.

"Come in." The cold to chilly voice, the reputation did not look back.

Zhang Weiming stepped in and stood behind the president.

"What are you doing these days?" Standing with a high reputation, the tone is a little hoarse and cold to the bone.

Zhang Weiming is well aware that the president once said to stop all projects, but he... Started them for him, and has made a profit of nearly 10 billion in 28 days.

"I was wrong." This is the old man's answer.

When Shengyu turned around, he saw Zhang Weiming standing in front of him with his eyes down, and a trace of fear flashed on his face.

"How much did you earn?" Reputation frowned and asked him lightly.

He dared not lift his eyes and stared at the president's slippers. After thinking for a while, he carefully opened his mouth like words and sentences, "almost 10 billion."

This figure fell into the heart of high reputation and did not stir up any waves.

In the strange silence, Zhang Weiming lowered his head. He didn't know what was waiting for him.

High reputation stared at him, cold with a dazzling handsome face, with too fierce aura.