Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities

After taking the medicine, Uncle Mu stepped forward:

"Master, breakfast is ready."

I just took the most annoying medicine, and the sequelae of drinking too much yesterday:

"Stop eating, A Tie, send me to Shengshi."

"Yes, master."

Shengshi Entertainment.

The arrival of Mo Boyuan made many female colleagues in the company excited.

In normal times, Mo Boyuan might still say hello to everyone, but today, he didn't have that interest.

The whole person was pickled. When he arrived at the president's office, Tan Yiming looked up and blurted out instantly:

"Second, are you going too far?"

This sluggish, listless look really seemed like that.

Ah.

"Then I'm quite happy, I drank too much yesterday, is there any ice water?"

Tan Yiming picked up the phone and dialed an internal line to the secretary:

"Bring in a bottle of ice water."

"Okay, President Tan."

Tan Yiming looked carefully:

"Who is so generous, can you please go for a drink?"

Moreover, it is generally impossible to get this man drunk.

Outsiders don’t know how much his alcohol is. How else can your brother know for decades?

Mentioning this, Mo Boyuan suddenly smiled, and Tan Yiming looked suspicious:

"Who the hell?"

The man coughed slightly, his face even more showy:

"Oh, the laboratory dinner at my wife's school."

Tan Yiming regretted that he had just asked such a silly question, and ended up eating a bowl of dog food!

"Oh, my younger brother and sister finally took you to meet someone? My second child, congratulations!"

Come on, just your sour tone, you can't hear the joy and congratulations anyway.

Mo Boyuan didn't mind, he was happy in his heart.

"That is, if my wife doesn't take me, who else can I take?"

Look at that bleak!

Take the next door Pharaoh, do you think it is feasible?

Of course, it is impossible for Tan Yiming's upbringing to say such things, and it is not impossible for brothers to talk nonsense, especially when it comes to the other's wife.

Draw a copy from the large stack of documents next to it:

"Let's take a look, all the plans for the variety show last time have been arranged. It depends on when you have time. The other stores are waiting for you."

Mo Boyuan took it and looked through it carefully. The speed was very fast. When he saw the final shooting date:

"15th?"

"Well, it's the 15th of this month, and there is one week left."

Mo Boyuan frowned, then said:

"I'll make a call first."

Tan Yiming made a gesture of your own accord, and then immersed himself in processing the documents.

After the call was connected, Mo Boyuan got up and walked to the window:

"Hello, Teacher Xiang, I am Mo Zhining's father. I want to ask when is the specific time of the summer camp?"

"Ah, it's Papa Mo? The summer camp is from 13th to 14th. It starts in the morning on the 13th and leaves by bus. You need to camp out overnight, so it ends on the 14th."

"It's over for the summer vacation, right?"

"Yes, after the event, the children are brought back by their parents."

"Okay, I see, thank you Teacher Xiang."

"Papa Mo is welcome, then, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

At the end of the call, Mo Boyuan said to Tan Yiming at the desk:

"No. 15 is fine."

Although the office is large, it is quiet, so Tan Yiming heard the same thing on the phone.

"Figured out?"

Knowing what Tan Yiming was asking, Mo Boyuan did not deny it, nodding to admit:

"Ok."

"But I want to make an opinion."