In President Ba's memory, there are various meetings that must be attended at the end of every year, annual meetings, and visits every year during the New Year.

The pride is on the verge of collapse.

This shouldn't be the life a boss leads!

I'm autistic.

Rong Qing asked firmly holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Don't leave for too long!

Autumn pear cream!

He Qian smiled slightly.

"I have already booked a hotel for the week before the Spring Festival. I will be back after the Lantern Festival, don't worry."

He paused, "By the way, I would also like to trouble Mr. Rong to lend me his private jet."

Rong Qing counted with his fingers.

That's three weeks.

good!

Dad can take it!

As for the private plane.

"You can make your own arrangements. Before you leave, bring Sweet Dou to the company. I will arrange the lottery for the annual meeting then."

Rong Qing reluctantly cheered up.

He Qian raised his eyebrows.

"Did Sweet Pea win the lottery again last year?"

Mr. Rong is really good at instigating others.

"Isn't it like this every year? They all like sweet beans anyway."

Rong Qing said with a bit of sadness.

Those people sucking cats is appalling.

Don’t think he doesn’t know! Those little girls secretly use CPs like Mr. He and Tiandou!

They are a group of women with dirty thoughts! Little Meow Meow is so cute! How could you bear to let it be treated like that!

He Qian thought about it and didn't mind.

Sweet Pea always stays at home and may get depressed easily, so it’s good to let him come out for fun once in a while.

Moreover, the annual meetings in the past few years have gone very smoothly, and Tiandou also likes the specially customized cat climbing frame that was raffled off at the company's annual meeting.

"Okay, if you decide on the time for the annual meeting, I will bring Sweet Pea over."

He Qian agreed.

"Okay, I will naturally set a date when the time comes."

Rong Qing nodded.

After saying that, he took a look at Xiao Shangao's documents and plunged into the ocean of work.

As the saying goes.

It feels good to spend money for a while, and it feels good to spend money all the time.

I feel tired at work, and I feel like I'm going to collapse when I keep working.

After working continuously for three consecutive days without breathing.

Pride broke out.

He was lying on his desk, pretending to be dead.

He has been job sharked!

Please let him die quietly!

Boots!

He Qian pushed the door open and came in, only to see a puddle of things falling on the desk.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the pile of files on the desktop. All of them had been processed, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Look! If you push hard, Mr. Rong can still do it.

"Mr. Rong." He Qian walked to the table and lightly knocked on the table.

Rong Qing tilted her face to glance at him, feebly.

"If I can't do my job anymore, I can't do it even if I die."

His head was buzzing like a hundred flies!

"The work has been taken care of for the time being. It's about other things. There was a call from the front desk saying that Mr. Lin was here."

"who?"

Rong Qing straightened her back suddenly.

Did he just hallucinate?

Who is He Qian talking about???

"Mr. Lin, he is waiting below now. Should you invite him to come up, or should you go down in person?"

He Qian paused and reminded him, "There is another meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon."

There’s still a meeting to be held!

He is already a useless person

"Boom!"

Naokuo fell on the table again.

Rong Qing said feebly, "Please help me invite him to come up."

Dad didn't want to move anymore and couldn't move a finger.

Um?

Even Mr. Lin can't restore Mr. Rong's strength?

It was rare for He Qian to reflect on himself.

Could it be that I really put too much work on him?

But, I usually do this much every day?

Omnipotent Mr. He rarely found himself in a state of confusion.

I am adhering to my concern for Mr. Rong, especially since his annual vacation is about to begin.

When He Qian went downstairs, he casually mentioned Linji.

"There's been a lot of work lately, and Mr. Rong hasn't had a good sleep for three days."

Linji followed his steps for a moment.

He Qian looked at him expectantly with a smile.

Is Rongqing so tired?

No wonder I haven't been looking for him much recently.

Linji thought for a moment, "How about I wait until he has some free time before coming back?"

With that said, he turned around and wanted to walk back.

He Qian's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to stop him.

He was silent for a while and then slowly spoke.

"He was very happy and looking forward to it when he heard that you were coming."

How did these two people manage to be completely inconsistent with his brain circuits?

The author has something to say: He Qian: It’s too difficult for me :)

The second shift is probably at six o'clock?

Today’s cleaning, my old waist started to hurt in advance. Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2020-01-20 14:04:07~2020-01-21 11:12:00

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Thank you to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 13 bottles of Qiu Tong; 10 bottles of Xia Yi; 9 bottles of The Little Sheep Selling Wool; 7 bottles of Fanchai Falling into the City; 5 bottles of Bai Fat Dumpling, Lock of the Heart; 3 bottles of 25356727, 38439748;

Fish's Memory, I am the King (-i_-), Nanmoyuan to 1 bottle;
Chapter completed!