Chapter 1211: Mr. President

Sikong did not hesitate to see his own father upset.

Anyway, Sikong Yao was uncomfortable, he would have double happiness.

Feng Ting, who was next to him, narrowed his sharp narrow eyes, did not speak,

but expressed his position in silence.

He agreed with Sikongjian's statement.

"You, you..." Sikong Yao paused for a long time, snorted depressed, and put

down a cruel word.

"Hmph, as you said, regardless of their situation, in case M and O are forced

to join forces to suppress our country Z, can you afford this responsibility?"

Seeing his body leaned back, Sikong put his arms on the back of the chair

casually, arrogantly.

"Since Chief Sagong is so capable, then you can ask Miss Lu Mian for the LA

special medicine, do you see if she will give it to you!"

"..."

After Sikongyao was taught how to be a man, how dare he go to Lu Mian.

It's just the end of being beaten back.

Although the Yun family is not a super-big family now, the Yun family's style

is big. Yunsang dared to face the president's disrespect, and Lu Mian turned a

blind eye to the president's request. He was a general manager and had a bit

of face.

Moreover, I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that Lu Mian was

a bit hostile towards him...

Sikong Yao shook his head speechlessly, unable to argue with his son, so he

could only look at the president for help.

"Mr. President, you can only come forward on this matter. If you ask Lu Mian,

she will definitely agree. This is a major event related to national prestige,

honor, and economic development. Lu Mian has the responsibility to hand over

the special effects. ! Otherwise, what is the use of her as the first richest

person?"

After all, Feng Ting still has to come forward.

Seeing the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, Sikong grew stronger.

The other senior executives looked at them back and forth, staring at each

other.

The relationship between Sagong interpreter and Chief Sagong is so strange.

It's obviously a foster father-son relationship, but every time they meet,

they will face each other.

Moreover, they discovered something even stranger.

When these two people were not talking, they looked similar...

This incident was finally pushed to Feng Ting.

Feng Ting was not angry, and seemed to be a little more interested.

"I talked to Lu Mian about the special medicine, and the same result. However,

she is not monolithic." He privately felt that someone should be able to

convince her.

He could fight for it.

If Lu Mian agrees, he will take the special medicine to negotiate terms with

Country M and Emperor O, striving to win a more favorable situation for

Country Z.

If Lu Mian disagrees, then forget it.

But this process of fighting cannot be less.

As president, he always has to do something.

"I'll take care of this." Feng Ting said as he took out his phone, and sent

out a text message blankly.

Si Kong Yao nodded in agreement.

"If Mr. President comes forward, this matter will definitely be fine."

Other high-level officials also agreed.

"Mr. President has broken his heart for Country Z. This kind of thing must be

done by himself. It is really a role model for me."

"I am deeply ashamed. I just hope that in other things, I can make more

contributions to Mr. President and the country."

Seeing Sikong: ...?

He tilted his head and glanced at the first president who focused on texting.

The more he looked, the less he looked like Yazi who was doing business. He

whispered again in his heart.

Feng Ting shouldn't have any thoughts about Mianmian, right?

He had reminded Feng Ting a long time ago, it can't be like this!

——

The old house of the Yun family.

Standing at the entrance, Lu Mian swung the zipper of the windbreaker from the

bottom to the top, and the collar was erected, covering her delicate jaw line.

Yun Zhishu walked over and patiently folded off Lu Mian's collar.

Folded so neatly, it looks like a school uniform.

Lu Mian did not resist, letting Yun Zhishu play at will.

"Sleep, come back for dinner tonight?"

"No, I should have dinner at Xiao's house." Lu Mian said as he tied the

drawstring around his waist.

"Oh." Yun Zhishu lowered his mouth, "Qi Zhen cooks very deliciously, better

than me."

Lu Mian was also upright and did not hear the sourness in these words,

"Indeed, Ms. Xiao is very good at cooking."

Yun Zhishu:...

The woman's face, like flipping a book, immediately became a little unhappy.

Lu Mian pursed his lips and pondered for a while.

"Mom... aren't you and Mommy Xiao best friends? The iron porcelain kind?"