NOVEL NEXT Chapter 8: How big is the brain?
Chapter 8 How big is the pit?
The new apartment is far from the luxury of Tianshui Villa.
However, the decoration is fine, and everything needed for daily life is readily available.
Gu Weiwei cleaned the room and packed the luggage, so she couldn't wait to take a shower.
Removed the makeup that was too mature and old, and changed into a simple T-shirt jeans.
The 18-year-old admire is the time when the face is covered with collagen.
The skin is delicate and beautiful, the eyebrows are exquisite and beautiful, the lips are pink like a cherry blossom, and the girls are unique and pure.
Putting such a natural and beautiful face, but listening to Meng Ruya's suggestion to become a nightclub to accompany the wine girl as vulgar and old-fashioned.
What is the pit of Mu Wei’s brain?
After a day at the new home, she couldn't bear to make a big wave of hair back straight, and went to purchase some daily clothes and daily necessities.
Just after I bought something and returned to the apartment, Mrs. Fu called and called her, and asked her to find Ming Zongyuan who had seen it that day.
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Fu Group, headquarters building.
Vice President Fu Shiqin sent the Wilsons back to the hotel and returned to the company to get angry.
"How can these two things be so difficult, we have made the biggest concession, what do you want?"
The Wilsons arrived in China yesterday, but the meeting opened for two days, and the cooperation has not been finalized.
This is a tens of billions of businesses, and it is also related to the expansion of the Fu Group in S.
Once the yellow is lost, the loss is too great.
"Where is the old man, is it still not?" Fu Han blinked.
Yesterday, Mrs. Wilson asked about the painting of Pryan. It seems that this matter is still the key.
Fu Shiqin sighed sighingly and said straight.
"The old man is like a stinky stone. I almost didn't call him a grandfather. Why didn't he promise to give up a painting."
Just a picture, I really don't know what to look at, and I want to see one by one.
Fu Hanqi pinched his eyebrows. "Be prepared to order tea. I will go there tomorrow."
This cooperation plan with the Wilson Group, the Fu Group has also been preparing for a long time, and must not be a problem.
"I see, even if you go to call his father, he won't give us." Fu Shiqin snorted.
Just as the two of them got burnt, Meng Ruya took a bag to face the 19th floor, and said with joy.
"Fu, I have already said that I am moving."
“Really?” Fu Shiqin stood up excitedly.
Meng Ruya nodded with a smile. "Ming Lao promised to give a picture of Pryan and invited the Wilsons to his house to see his private collection."
Fu Hanyu nodded. "Schedule tomorrow afternoon, go back to rest."
About because it has been spent on the old and the old, Meng Ruya looks a little embarrassed, dark circles are out.
"I will stay with you tomorrow. You men talk about business. Mrs. Wilson has to have a girl to talk with."
Fu Hanzhen said a little, and said.
"Go back to rest today, and work hard for you tomorrow."
Meng Ruya smiled and left the president's office.
Fu Shiqin touched his chin and cried curiously.
"In the end, she said how to move the old man, obviously how we explained that the old would not agree."
In the past two days, he also went to the Ming family for a few times, and his mouth was worn out. The old man of Ming Zongyuan said that he did not answer a picture.
If Ya is not the manager of the public relations department, such a difficult person is done.
(End of this chapter)