Xiao Li was nervous, embarrassed, at a loss, and even had nowhere to look.

And Zhang Weiming is still staring at her coldly.

"I... I..." she explained, "I just listen to what others say. Recently, the company is talking about it."

"What are you talking about?" The director asked seriously.

Xiao Li lowered her eyes. The topic opened, but it didn't end well.

"About what?!"

Xiao Li was so frightened that she didn't dare to look at his stern eyes. Her voice was weak and said, "talk about the life and death of the president."

After a while, she slowly raised her eyes and continued tremblingly, "the president has disappeared for a month. Everyone is very worried. Especially on the day of the car accident, many people saw his head full of blood in the hall."

"Tell them that before Sheng's group talks about such things, they should be ready to leave."

"..." Xiao Li's back is cold.

The director won't drive himself, will he?

What curiosity killed the cat! You shouldn't talk too much!

"In addition." Zhang Weiming stared at her, frowned and said, "the president is not dead."

Xiao Li suddenly opened her eyes!

what? The president is not dead??

Watching director Zhang take the laptop and turn away, Xiaoli's heart is very shocked.

But on second thought, she began not to believe him again.

Well, Niu B's Lamborghini was deformed, and when the president was carried out of the car, he was covered with blood and was still in a coma. How could he live? Nine lives?

If you are still alive, why can't you see anyone for a month?

Some important projects are supervised by the director.

And I heard that all the documents were signed by director Zhang.

Can't even sign. Isn't that a dead man?

It's just that the country can't be ownerless for a day, so things have to go on?

Looking around, the conference room was empty. Xiaoli took out her mobile phone and dialed a number. After a while, she looked at the door warily and whispered, "sorry, Shijia, I'm not sure about the current situation of the president. Just now I asked director Zhang, and he said that the chief referee was not dead."

"That's not dead. If you die, you can't hide a body for a month? It will stink. Even if you want to cremate, you have to go to the funeral home. Even if Sheng group has everything, there can't be a funeral home? "

"I don't know. In short, don't write about the news. Don't drag me into the water."

"I see. If your director says he is not dead, he must not be dead. It may be coma or vegetative."

"Ah?" Xiaoli's heart is about to jump out, vegetable???

How unfair is this God?

Such a handsome and perfect president has been bumped into a vegetable?

"Well, bye. Thank you for today's business. Help me continue to follow."

"Don't write... Hello? Hey! Shijia! "

Xiaoli was a little annoyed, but she thought that Shijia would not reveal herself when she wrote the news, so she left at ease.

Shengyu is still recuperating on the 22nd floor. Some new drugs developed by Gu Zhi are particularly effective.

Wes will pay great attention to prestigious nutrition.

Xia Fei will try to get close to him and want to be friends with him again, but it seems a little difficult.

Because if a person has to face a king of hell in three or five years, it will really be a terrible thing. Xia Fei feels numb when she thinks about it.