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Chapter 411 I think the child is still young

At this time, Ningxiang's smiling eyes were like the crescent moon in the sky, curved and sweet. The moon spoke tenderly of love, which made Jin Mo feel goosebumps all over his body like an electric shock.

These words were so sweet that they almost electrified this unsmiling man.

Just like a bunch of hawthorn fruits covered with syrup, they become a bunch of candied haws.

To be honest, this calm and reliable man didn't even know how he walked back upstairs.

"Holy shit!" Jin Mo touched his hot ears while putting away his belongings, and unconsciously admitted that he was almost in a trance just now.

Calm down and don't be fooled.

But I'm really relieved that I don't have to work hard to perform anymore.

Jin Mo realized that, whether it was his current normal personality - a calm personality, or the personality of a man who had taken over his body last time, his life was full of performances, full of restrictions and taboos.

He has not yet made himself.

This feeling is very unpleasant, as if there is an iron frame that tightly traps people and completely imprisons them.

Even if you can tell the truth and do practical things, somewhere in your heart you still know that the way you live is not entirely in line with your original intention.

The next day was the weekend, which allowed many things to ferment, and Jinmo arranged for Ningxiang to formally meet with the management on Monday.

In fact, as early as when dealing with the Gate 207 incident, Ningxiang's identity as Qin secret agent had caused an undercurrent.

At that time, he was acting as an agent, and only Ningxiang was appointed. The reaction of those old guys was not big.

But this appointment not only involves Qin Ningxiang, but also many young and promising cadres similar to her. These people were promoted as young managers, which once broke the Liang Group's promotion mechanism and requirements, and it was indeed a violation of standards.

Cultivating talents is not about mass-producing products. Jin Mo has long disliked the company's talent selection model.

As early as when I was the president, I mentioned it to my father Liang Han many times, but Liang Han's management style tends to be conservative and he has always disagreed with innovation. Father and son have had differences in this regard for a long time, and they are still discussing these matters today. Who knows

At that time, my father had just started to vomit, so he could try it first, but then something unexpected happened.

Jin Mo folded up the shocking scenes that popped up in his mind and gathered his thoughts.

Dong Dong! A beautiful figure appeared at the door.

"Husband, let's go to the hospital together." Ningxiang knocked on the door and explained her purpose at the door.

Liang Yue's heart still needs to be re-examined, and Dr. Jin Yuhan has arranged for top domestic experts to consult with Yueyue and finally determine the child's diagnosis and treatment plan.

"Come in." Jin Mo didn't raise his head and was still working hard.

"Honey, am I disturbing you?" Ningxiang hesitated for a while before entering the room. She wanted to ask someone to make a cup of tea for Jin Mo, but after thinking about it, she did it herself.

"Yes, it smells very good. Thank you." Jin Mo asked Ning Xiang to sit down on the chair next to him, "What do you think?"

Jin Mo didn't raise his head. This posture gave Ningxiang the illusion that he was working.

"Me? I think the child is still young. If the operation is performed, it would be best to wait until he is older." Ningxiang clapped her fingers and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Jin Mo stopped what he was doing, lightly raised his eyelids, and then reached out to reach for the black leather notebook in front of him. His fingers were slightly bent and he hooked for a long time, but he still didn't touch it.

Secretary Ningxiang's instinct drove her to immediately pick up the notebook and hand it to Jin Mo, and also thoughtfully handed over a gel pen.

Jin Mo picked up the notebook, looked at the pen, but didn't pick it up.

Ningxiang put down the gel pen again and handed over a fountain pen, and Jin Mo took it in his hand.
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