Song Mingyi took a deep breath, went to the warehouse manager, and asked him to arrange for someone to organize the warehouse with her.
The warehouse manager was surprised: "Designer Song, didn't Assistant Wang give you an explanation when you came?"
"Explain what?" Song Mingyi had a bad feeling in her heart.
Warehouse Supervisor: "Assistant Wang has given instructions, I will take all the warehouse staff to do other things. This time, I have to leave it to Designer Song to tidy up the warehouse. If Designer Song has any dissatisfaction, please tell me Assistant Wang calls, or you can call your boss, Manager Zheng. I’m going to get busy."
After saying that, the warehouse manager left.
Song Mingyi looked at the messy fabrics in the warehouse, took a deep breath and started working.
Song Mingyi was busy all day long, and even had a casual meal for lunch. After finally organizing the warehouse, she was exhausted.
Song Mingyi wiped her sweat, opened a bottle of mineral water and took a swig, her eyes subconsciously scanning the warehouse.
Suddenly, Song Mingyi stopped drinking water. She stood up suddenly and strode to the door to open it, but she didn't pull it.
The warehouse door is locked.
Song Mingyi smiled.
Zheng Wanru really seizes every opportunity to punish her, fearing that she will have a better time.
It's just that it's impossible to trap her in this mere warehouse.
Song Mingyi adjusted the password lock of the warehouse.
The gleaming blue light lit up and shone on her face, her expression becoming calmer and calmer.
Didi didi——
With the constant electronic sound, the warehouse door opened.
Thinking of Zheng Wanru who kept pushing the envelope, Song Mingyi took out her mobile phone and operated it quickly. Ten minutes later, a slender figure walked into the warehouse with hurried steps.
"Brother Shenxing, where are you?"
Zheng Wanru shouted and walked in.
At this time, there was a bang and the warehouse door was closed.
"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"
Zheng Wanru's yelling came from the warehouse, but it was already after get off work, where was there anyone else?
In a nursing home.
Song Mingyi walked in wearing a big mask, and Yan Zheng, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, immediately greeted her.
"Doctor, you're here." Yan Zheng's eyes swept across Song Mingyi's body.
"Yeah." Song Mingyi hummed.
Her voice was hoarse, which was very different from her usual. No matter how familiar she was, people would never associate this voice with Song Mingyi.
Yan Zheng said: "Doctor, I am Mr. Lu's secretary. Although I am not as powerful as Mr. Lu, I can still solve a small problem. Please don't be polite."
Song Mingyi glanced at Yan Zheng when he heard this.
Just like a master, there are like subordinates. She had already sorted herself out when she came, and he noticed something unusual.
"Thank you." Song Mingyi replied coldly and walked into the room where Lu Shenxing was.
The man lying on the bed was thinner than before, and his face was pale, but the dark green air lingering between his eyebrows was missing, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were a little more alive.
Song Mingyi took Lu Shenxing's pulse and then took out the golden needle.
The small golden needle pierced into Lu Shenxing's body like a majestic sound of wind.
She brushed it with her fingertips, and the golden needles made a low buzzing sound, which was amazing no matter how many times they had seen it.
While performing the acupuncture, Song Mingyi wrote another prescription and asked Yan Zheng to get it.
By the time I was done, it was already an hour later.
Song Mingyi put away the golden needle and prepared to leave.
Yan Zheng immediately said: "Doctor, let me take you back."
Song Mingyi glanced away lightly and said with a half-smile: "Secretary Yan, I know your loyalty, but under the current situation, your best and greatest loyalty is to let Lu Shenxing get through this safely first. Instead of being curious about my personal affairs, what do you think?"
Yan Zheng immediately lowered his head and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was the one who offended."
"I don't want it to happen again. Of course, I don't want to have a few little tails behind me every time I go back. If I don't control it and let them become ghosts first, it won't be good. ,What do you think?"
Yan Zheng bowed deeper: "Doctor, I'm sorry. I promise there won't be a next time."
Song Mingyi snorted coldly and got into the car.
Yan Zheng stood at the door of the nursing home and watched Song Mingyi. When her car turned the corner and was out of sight, he straightened up and turned around.
I saw a little nurse hurried over.
Yan Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and as soon as he walked towards her, he heard the excited voice of the little nurse.
"Secretary Yan, Mr. Lu is awake!"
Yan Zheng hurried back and saw Lu Shenxing awake.
"Mr. Lu." Yan Zheng rushed over, almost crying with joy: "You finally woke up!"
God knows how much Lu Shenxing's secretary suffered these days when he was unconscious and on the verge of death.
"I'm not dead? Who saved me? Did An Ming find Ji Qihuang?"
"No." Yan Zheng said, "But we found Ji Qihuang's apprentice. She saved you!"
"Ji Qihuang's apprentice?"
"Yes, his apprentice is a famous ghost doctor. Fortunately, he appeared in time, otherwise it would be really dangerous this time."
"Where is she?"
"Already left." Yan Zheng said: "The ghost doctor refused to stay overnight. I have had people follow the ghost doctor before, but she got rid of her. She also warned me just now. I was worried about angering the ghost doctor and affecting you. We don’t dare to arrange for our people to follow up on the follow-up treatment.”
Lu Shenxing: "Be careful, you don't need to check the ghost doctor's identity anymore."
The figure he saw in the operating room suddenly appeared in Lu Shenxing's mind.
Lu Shenxing asked: "How is the situation outside now?"
Yan Zheng immediately began to report the situation outside.
The next day.
Lu Group Design Department.
Song Mingyi was sitting at his workstation drawing design drawings.
She has never met Lu Mingzhu, but she has seen her photos.
The little girl looked directly at the camera, her chin slightly raised, with a proud look on her face, like a condescending princess.
Eight years younger than Lu Shenxing, Lu Mingzhu was firmly protected by her brother and mother, and she was indeed a well-deserved princess.
Such a girl lacks nothing, even ordinary dresses cannot impress her.
Suddenly, Song Mingyi remembered her famous work.
The design of that dress is novel and bold, and it is very suitable for a young girl. However, it is not suitable for the formal occasion of adult ceremony, so it needs to be modified.
Song Mingyi pulled out his previous works from the computer and began to revise them.
Han Bing came over and saw Song Mingyi's half-drawn design, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's so beautiful. Is this a design for the eldest lady?"
"Um."
"We will definitely come out on top by then."
"Then I'll lend you some good advice."
At this time, a mocking laugh came.
"You're really good at pretending. A criminal who has been using a sewing machine for five years in prison now dares to call himself a designer. I really don't know what to say."
