Chapter 1918: : Extra 30

That look is absent-minded and seems to be waiting in a hurry.
"Imperial brother, how are you not swearing today? Is there anything?" Feng Meng asked with a worries.
"Nothing, just think that it is already six o'clock now. The Dalin you said hasn't come yet. You won't be fooling me." The pastoral suspicion looked like Feng Meng, and his tone was a bit bad.
If it weren't for the first time to see the chief secretary of the Sky Entertainment Group, he wouldn't have to spend the time listening to Feng Mengmeng's insignificant things.
I haven't seen it for a few years, this woman is still so slow, so simple, people in their twenties, and even played a memory tactic with him!
"No, I didn't lie to you. If you don't believe it, I will send her a message and ask her when she will arrive!"
Feng Mengmeng quickly explained that in order to prove her innocence, she took the phone out in front of the pastoral scene, edited the information for one day, and sent it over.
Soon, Darlene replied to her: Mummon, I am sorry, the boss suddenly let me accompany him to meet a customer, can't go at night, please eat next time!
"Hey, look, temporary changes, I didn't lie to you!" Feng Mengmeng handed the phone to the countryside.
The man's bottom was faint in an instant, and the eyebrows between the eyes were very disappointing. Regardless of the gentleman's demeanor, he threw the phone on the table.
"Imperial brother, you seem to be very interested in Darling -?"
"Well, after all, it is the chief secretary of the Tianyu Group. It has a wide network of contacts. Recently, my company has some problems. I still want to know if I can meet the people around the two tonight. I didn't expect it-"
The words of the pastoral, just enough, even if the pause, the meaning of the tone, also blame Feng Meng.
He chose to tell her this. First, she felt that it was no longer necessary to go round with her. Secondly, she wanted to test her attitude.
However, the gathering of the gods has captured a long while, Feng Mengmeng just squinting and not talking, seems to be thinking about anything, there is no intention to help him match the bridge.
The garden was impatient immediately, and the waiter was hired and bought a single.
"Imperial brother, are you leaving?"
Feng Mengmeng watched him stand up from the chair and quickly asked his head.
"Well - there are still things -"
The pastoral impatiently returned a sentence, and even an explanation was not willing to say more, crossed her side by herself and went outside the door.
Although Feng Mengmeng was somewhat disappointed, but when she thought that the idyllic brother might be troubled by the company's affairs, she became very understanding, and quickly stood up and followed.
Because the action was more irritable, when I got up, I accidentally knocked the small handbag hanging on the chair, and the bag fell under the foot of the garden. The things inside were scattered all over the place.
The garden originally wanted to walk straight ahead, but when I saw the scattered golden invitation card on the ground, the footsteps suddenly stopped.
A pair of eyes, with a burning scent, stare at the big characters on the card ‘Tianyu Group’s 30th Anniversary Annual Meeting! ’
Feng Mengmeng looked at the garden and did not move. He thought that his bag blocked his way, so he quickly thought about squatting and picking up things.
Who knows, when she was about to bend over, the garden extended a hand and stopped her arm.