Romantic Prince Spoils His Consort

According to common sense, if the president really wants to see that woman unhappy, he can tell him to find someone else to repair her without having to do it himself. But the president himself moved his hand, and he moved so loudly that everyone knows that he really doesn't understand

After answering governor Xiao's call, Cheng bin came to Meng Feifan's office again: "President Meng, what's up?"

"You go and arrange some capable people to stare at Xiao Huajun separately." Meng Feifan clenched his fist tightly, looked cold, and had no room for turning back and concessions: "until he pulled out his handles bit by bit."

"OK." Cheng bin nodded and finally couldn't help asking, "president, why do you want to do this all of a sudden?"

"He has been a mayor for so many years, giving people tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of gifts. Do you think his background will be clean?" Meng Fanfan didn't answer positively, but raised his sharp sword eyebrow slightly and asked Cheng bin.

"Yes, I understand this... But now this phenomenon is common." Cheng bin still didn't understand it. He asked suspiciously, "Yaxiang doesn't have any special conflict of interest with governor Xiao on weekdays. On the contrary, he has always wanted to get closer to the president. I just don't understand. Why does the president suddenly think of dealing with him?"

"I don't like him!" Meng Feifan bit his teeth coldly, and a cold light came from his deep black eyes: "I didn't want to touch him before. This time, I'll let him and his cheap daughter taste what life is really worse than death."

"I see. I'll arrange it now." Cheng bin knew that the president had made up his mind and was about to go out, but Meng Feifan stopped him again.

"What else can I do for you, Mr. Meng?" he turned back and asked.

"Is that Gao Yue still in Anya hospital?" Meng Feifan said thoughtfully.

Three years ago, Meng Fanfan came back from the United States. After hearing that MI Xiaoqiao had lost her child, he dismissed Gao Yue and didn't let her be a family doctor in the Meng family. Gao Yue also reduced a large amount of income.

Later, she came to the Meng family and begged them several times, including Tang Liru, who said good words for her from time to time, but Meng Feifan never let her come back.

Now, when listening to MI Xiaoqiao tell the truth of the whole incident. He already knew that Gao Yue was also one of the executioners who participated in the persecution of the little white rabbit. Of course, it would not make her feel better.

"It should still be there. I met her when I went to Anya hospital a few days ago, but she is not in charge now, so she will be an ordinary doctor," Cheng bin replied.

"Inform Anya hospital and fire her immediately!" Meng Feifan tightened her eyebrows and said coldly: "find someone to say hello to every large and small hospital in Lingcheng, including private clinics. No matter which hospital, it's best not to hire Gao Yue as a doctor. Otherwise, even if you can't get along with me, his hospital can't open!"

"OK." Cheng bin promised simply and neatly.

It seems that this Xiao Bingjie really annoyed the president. Even her governor and father can't cover her. The president didn't even want to meet her father. He had to operate on her father.

After being with the president for so long, Cheng bin knows very well how cold-blooded his wrist will be and how careful his mind will be when his cold boss really wants to deal with a person.

Whoever he wants to move, he will work hard to the end, and will not give people the slightest chance to survive.

Otherwise, how could he lead the business battlefield in the smoke of gunpowder and the changing situation for so many years? Make Yaxiang's career more and more vigorous and growing.

This Xiao Bingjie and the little doctor Gao Yue can only admit bad luck

After a busy day, despite his good mental state, MI Xiaoqiao felt a little tired and tired when he walked out of the office.

Yesterday, she bought some basic stoves and pots and pans in the kitchen, so she can cook by herself.

At this moment, she thought as she walked: do you want to eat something on the street? Or go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables and go back to cook by yourself?

Out of the office building, I saw Meng Feifan's car parked outside.

His people also stood there, not waiting for her in the car as before, but standing against the car. Wearing a casual white shirt, the look is quiet and secluded, which seems to be more Soul-catching.

Mi Xiaoqiao's heart beat irregularly at once. I don't know whether he should walk over and talk to him openly? Or should we pretend not to see it?

After they opened their hearts and explained all the facts yesterday, they learned that he had not betrayed their love at the beginning. He was also deceived by his mother, which caused such a deep misunderstanding between them.

At this moment, she saw him again, but she was at a loss.

Because she doesn't hate him anymore. She won't scold him and satirize him as coldly as she did a few days ago. However, she could not accept his love again without any objection.

This mood, good contradiction

Just between hesitation and hesitation, Meng Feifan has come over, standing in front of her like a tall and handsome poplar, and said in a deep voice, "Joe, let's go to dinner together."

"Er, actually... I'm not going to eat..." Mi Xiaoqiao raised his hand to rub his hair and stammered.

"Not going to eat?" Meng Feifan gently twisted Yingting's handsome eyebrow, some angry and some funny.

Did the little girl even stop eating in order to avoid him? After all these years, didn't she have stomach trouble? He doesn't believe it.

"No... I'm not going to eat out. I'll make it at home and do it when I want to." Mi Xiaoqiao's cheeks suddenly blushed, like two pieces of gorgeous rouge, which looked very beautiful and moving.

"Hehe, I'll go home with you." Meng Feifan also knew that she had another house, and a smile floated on her lips: "just right, I haven't had a chance to exercise my cooking for a long time. Why don't I help you cook?"

"No! Really no..." Mi Xiaoqiao shook his head again and again, and his white and beautiful face became more crimson as drunk. It seemed that he had become the shy and restless little girl who would mess up.

"Either, you'll eat out with me, or you'll let me accompany you home to cook." Meng Feifan's mouth raised a playful and good-looking radian and looked at the innocent girl like a shy fawn: "choose one of two, you can choose any one."

"Choose one?" Mi Xiaoqiao blinked and was a little surrounded by him: "do you have to choose?"