After pretending to be licking dogs,the boss can suddenly read mind

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Chapter 162

"Hello, are you at Feng Yisheng's place?" Zhou Yi

's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Yi Qingju glanced at Teddy who was still admiring the photo of himself when he was young, and said "hmm".

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with him?" She lowered her voice.

Zhou Yi seemed speechless: "No, I talked to my brother's lawyer for the whole morning, and when I hung up the phone, I saw that Yu Mu called me several times."

"Are you seriously injured?"

There was no need to ask if she was injured or not. Since she went to Feng Yisheng's place, it means that she must have been injured.

Yi Qingju said that she was fine, but she fell on her knees and elbows when she was thrown into the car. Zhou Yi

breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, by the way, don't tell the gentleman about this for now. When he comes back, I will tell him in person that he has an important meeting today and he can't be distracted from his work." Zhou

Yi was silent for a moment.

"You are so serious, I'm actually a little uncomfortable with it."

Xiaojiji: If someone else said this, it might be a polite remark, but Yi Qingju said that this is really what he meant.

Yi Qingju snorted, "Then get used to it."

"Oh, by the way, the director of Nanshan wants to meet you tomorrow. I'd better tell her to change the time."

After all, she had just been kidnapped.

"Tomorrow afternoon, it's okay, just a minor injury."

Feng Yisheng said, "It's a minor injury, not a broken arm or leg." Zhou

Yi paused, "Can you do it? Don't you need to rest for a few days?"

Yi Qingju said it was okay, and the matter was settled.

After hanging up the phone, she asked Feng Yisheng to send her the photo, and then left with the ointment he prescribed for her.

"Oh, by the way, Tuanzi said he invited you to the charity sale that day."

Feng Yisheng said vigilantly, "You don't want me to grill skewers for him, do you?"

If I remember correctly, Zhang Wei went on a business trip with Qi Weiran, and Qi Xinian's grilling plan seemed to lack a very important position.

Yi Qingju patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, there is a new candidate."

Feng Yisheng didn't even dare to ask which unlucky guy it was.

"So did Uncle Feng finally agree to you?"

Qi Xinian sat on the sofa with a book in his arms, and Aunt Zhang next to him fed him a small biscuit from time to time.

There were also servants who whispered to him about the temperature of his milk.

Yi Qingju snatched the biscuit that Aunt Zhang was about to feed him from his mouth and chewed it with a crunch.

"It's considered an agreement."

Qi Xinian nodded with satisfaction.

That's great. There is a professional doctor standing by the stall who can tell others that there is no problem with eating his skewers.