"Hum." Lu Ming glanced, then went over and took Lord Lu Li's hand.

"Father of the demon king, let's go home. I'm so hungry. My mother must have cooked dinner. Let's go back." Lu Ming looked up at Lord Lu Li with a wronged face.

Lord Lu Li relaxed his frown, jokingly lowered his waist, picked up Lu Ming's little fellow and said, "go now."

With that, Lord Lu Li looked back at his grandmother and said, "grandma, I respect you and respect you, but only in Xia Zhinan, I can't listen to you."

With that, Lord Lu Li took Lu Ming out of the Lu family house without looking back.

"You..."

Mrs. Lu was angry. Suddenly, she was angry. She covered her heart and was trembling to fall to the ground

"Mrs. Lu! Grandma!"

“……”

There was a noise.

Lord Lu Li quickly turned back, frowned, put Lu Ming down, and said to Zhang Yun next to him, "send him back."

With these words, Lord Lu Li turned to pick up the unconscious old lady Lu and asked Lu Wei to drive over. A large group of people went to the hospital.

……

In the general manager's office of Shengshi group, sun yetian shook his head imperceptibly after putting down his mobile phone.

"This dead girl..."

Sun yetian rubbed his temples in pain.

"Knock, knock, knock."

When the door bell rang, sun yetian's secretary came in, holding a document in his hand and said respectfully to sun yetian: "Mr. Sun, this is the manufacturer's information sold to" Nanfeng "studio, as well as the social media's attack on" Nanfeng "studio. You see..."

"Put it down."

Sun Ye didn't lift his head. He still closed his eyes and looked very tired.

The Secretary obediently put down the documents on his hand and was about to turn around and leave. Sun yetian said to him, "there is no need to sort out the information about the poisonous fabrics in the" Nanfeng "studio. That's all."

"Huh?"

The Secretary instinctively wondered. After all, since the "south wind" studio came out, sun yetian asked him to collect these materials for the first time, and he looked in a hurry. Why didn't he suddenly say he didn't hurry?

"Any other questions?"

Sun yetian opened his eyes and raised his head in an unhappy tone.

"No, No."

The Secretary smiled and shook his head. When he was ready to leave, the man behind him said, "haven't our company produced new products recently? The posters and covers of endorsement products were taken years ago."

"Hmm?" the secretary looked confused. He said to sun yetian, "President sun? The endorsement product, according to the plan, was issued and listed years later. Now it has just completed the first edition, endorsement photo... This..."

"What? I'm going to move this work to years ago. It's very difficult for you?"

"No... no... it's just that it's approaching the end of the year. Many technology departments and planning departments are already preparing for the annual meeting. Products..."

"Put me off the annual meeting. Is work important or play important?"

Sun yetian was impatient. Suddenly his mind turned. He frowned, looked again at the secretary who wanted to talk and asked, "when will the annual meeting be held?"

"Hmm? Well... Next weekend."

The Secretary said it was difficult to find out his master's way of thinking, swallowed his saliva and replied.

"Next week..." sun yetian was thoughtful and relaxed. His eyebrows were a little more pleasant. He made the invitation card these days and sent it to the "Nanfeng" studio before the annual meeting, charging that as a partner, the person in charge of the other party must attend.

The secretary was stunned, and then hurriedly replied, "yes..."