Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Huo Yao sat lazily on the chair, and she didn't even lift her eyelids at Qi Hui's words.

Seeing Huo Yao like this, Qi Hui almost laughed angrily.

He forgot that this is a student who doesn't know what to do and doesn't know what to do, and it's not worth reminding at all.

Qi Hui lightly retracted his gaze and stopped looking at Huo Yao.

The lounge became very quiet for a while, Liu Gan glanced at Huo Yao, then glanced at Qi Hui, but did not speak.

In the past, he might have come out to smooth things out, because he was afraid that Director Qi would take revenge and embarrass the students in the future, but now... the ones who should have been offended have already offended, and it doesn't matter.

However, Liu Gan was still a little worried about the meeting with the person in charge of the DO later. He could bear it, but it was hard to tell for Xiao Huo.

After all, the future always trumps everything.

Compared with Liu Gan's worry, Huo Yao just took out his mobile phone and looked at it.

**

Wei Yong waited in person to pick up the person in charge of the DO in the parking lot.

Just ten o'clock, a black car drove into the Science and Technology Institute.

As soon as the car was parked, Wei Yong walked over and saw a tall foreigner coming down from the cab, in a dark suit with a DO Company's iconic brooch on his chest.

After the man got out of the car, he walked around the car body, walked to the back row, opened the rear door, and stood there respectfully, waiting for the boss inside to come out.

When Wei Yong saw this, his face became more and more serious. He knew the foreigner who got off the bus, because he had been in contact with this person for several previous business operations, and his position in the DO was also very high.

At this time, his respectful appearance shows the origin of those who haven't gotten off the bus yet.

No wonder the other party refused to have a dinner date yesterday.

Just when Wei Yong was thinking, the man in the car finally got down.

He looks about twenty-five or six years old, looks extremely bright and handsome, the black suit jacket is not buttoned, and inside is a brightly printed shirt, with a silver bracelet on the exposed wrist.

The whole person gives the impression that he is not an IT worker,

It is the sense of sight of fashion week models.

Wei Yong suppressed the surprise in his heart, not because of the person's image, but because he was so young, he took a step forward unhurriedly and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I'm Wei Yong, this time Project leader, welcome to our Academy of Science and Technology."

The young man nodded slightly, his slender fingers just lightly touched Wei Yong's hand, and then retracted.

Seeing this, Wei Yong didn't feel anything, and made a gesture of invitation to the other party, "Go in and talk."

The young man hummed softly and walked beside Wei Yong.

Soon, the group arrived at the reception room. Wei Yong asked his assistant to make tea. He smiled and asked aloud, "I don't know what to call Mr.

J's subordinate glanced at him and replied in fluent Chinese: "Mr. Meng."

Wei Yong nodded, surnamed, which is quite rare.

J's assistant has already taken out the laptop from the bag, without much nonsense, directly projected the simulated system content on the screen in front of him, and started talking to Wei Yong about this project.

J next to him has been sitting quietly at the conference table, tapping on the table with his fingertips, always thinking about one thing in his mind.

Where on earth did he provoke that guy.

I kept thinking about the present last night, and even asked my subordinates to check recent matters, but they found nothing unusual.

This wave of blackness simply confused him.