He was too addicted and his vigilance, which he always was proud, dropped to the lowest point, giving some people an opportunity to take advantage of.
Feng Xing silently closed the newspaper, pursed his thin lips, and no emotional reaction was revealed.
The General Secretary thought about it and couldn't help but remind him, "Young Master Feng, what should I do about this matter? The Feng family should get the news soon, and the Tang family will also respond. We have to prepare early.
To avoid falling into a passive position.”
Feng Xing didn't speak, as if he was thinking.
After a long time, he shook his head slowly and said lightly, "It's too late."
"??" The General Secretary didn't understand.
"You go downstairs and wait, my father will come later." Feng Xing waved his hand, unwilling to say more.
Although the General Secretary was curious, he did not dare to ask too much, nodded and left.
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Feng Chuyan had just finished sitting in the president's office, and Feng Buyu followed and pushed the door open and walked in. His beautiful face was habitually pale. He nodded at his father, found a seat, and sat down steadily.
"Why are you here?" the father asked his daughter.
"Grandpa wants me to listen." The daughter replied to her father.
"Oh?" The father raised his eyebrows, "Little spy?"
"No, you can treat me as an answering machine." My daughter was still alive, and she did not shy away from it and announced her purpose to her father and brother.
The three trials officially begin.
Fengxing enters the market.
"Is there anything wrong?" He flipped through the mountains of work at hand, one by one, and looked carefully and slowly, without any intention of concentrating on entertaining guests.
Anyway, one is his father and the other is his sister. Everyone is a family, so there is no need to be polite.
If you have something to talk, have nothing to talk about, and feel uncomfortable, you can leave first, and he will never try to keep him.
Feng Chuying had long guessed that his son would be in such a painless posture. He pushed the flat glasses on his face, and the smile that flashed away disappeared in his eyes, "Ah, morning's
Have you read the newspaper?"
"Not yet." Fengxing pointed to the documents everywhere on the table, "If you can be kind, return to the company, and share your son's work, maybe I will have time and mood, soak in the morning
A cup of tea and read the financial version casually.”
"No, I have to flip the entertainment version today." Feng Chuying opened his briefcase, took out a newspaper, and threw it on the desk from the air, "I knew you might not have read it, so I bought one on the way.
I brought you a portion.”
Feng Xing glanced at the end of his eyes, "Look at it later."
He is very busy, don't you see it?
"Son, you are on the front page of the entertainment version. Don't you want to see it?" Feng Chuying slowly started drinking tea, took the time to smile at his daughter, showing a kind fatherly demeanor.
Feng Xing freed up his hand and spread the newspaper open. His eyes were still focused on the document. He insisted on reading it, and then he glanced at it quickly, "They should have clearer photos in their hands, even that
You can follow the place to plant, and you can only shoot one car and two shadows, which is a big loss."
This paparazzi is either unemployed and can't even take a photo of news suitable for publication in newspapers, or he doesn't dare to post it. He only picked one of the most blurry photos to test the 'Wind Group'