Lan Chaojin sneered when he heard the gossip about Mu Chengcheng and Bai Zhifan.

He quickly signed a check, handed it to his panicked subordinates, and told him: "Don't look like you can't stand the storm, stay calm."

The subordinate took the check and left. Lan Chaojin lazily leaned on the seat and turned half a circle.

His office is located on the top floor of the financial center with the widest view in the entire southern city. The curved 270-degree floor-to-ceiling glass windows always project the sunset like the coastline in.

He took out the photo of Mu Chengcheng that he had deliberately put in his wallet, with a playful smile on his lips.

Lan Chaojin stared at the smiling girl in the photo and flicked his fingers indifferently.

As night falls, the entire city is illuminated by colorful lights.

Mu Chengcheng was wearing an exquisite green dress, standing like a shining gem at the door.

There are dozens of elite bosses in the box.

Each one has excellent taste and extraordinary bearing.

Lan Chaojin nodded slightly to an old man, then walked over and naturally put his arms around Mu Chengcheng's waist: "Mr. Fu, this is my fiancée, the daughter of the Mu family, Mu Chengcheng."

Mu Chengcheng, who was called Mr. Fu, recognized him at a glance as a master of domestic landscape painting and an important figure in various literary associations.

Mu Chengcheng respectfully stretched out his hands to hold the first half of Mr. Fu's palm, bowed ninety degrees and said: "My father likes your picture of the garden full of autumn colors very much, but rare manuscripts are hard to find. I heard that the painting is in

Hong Kong auctioned 43 million Hong Kong dollars."

Mr. Fu was wearing a well-fitting Chinese tunic suit, slender but tough. He smiled and waved his hand: "This painting is only valuable if someone buys it. Unlike you young people, who have the ability and courage, and a lot of time to try and make mistakes.

Envy, envy!”

Mu Chengcheng behaved appropriately and stood elegantly and dignifiedly next to Lan Chaojin.

When he sat down, Mu Chengcheng asked in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell me about such an important game today in advance, so that I could prepare well..."

Lan Chaojin patted the back of her hand: "You are already very beautiful."

"So what are we going to do today?" Mu Chengcheng seemed to have made enough preparations.

Lan Chaojin smiled easily: "Eating, drinking, chatting, by the way..."

Lan Chaojin shook Mu Chengcheng's hand vigorously: "Give it to my fiancée and conquer the country."

Mu Chengcheng boasted that she had been attending such occasions since she was a child, and no one was better than her at being a high-sounding person.

Kelan Chaojin clearly beat her by more than one margin.

He talked eloquently about physics, astronomy, agriculture and breeding, and how to prepare the paste for pancakes and fruits.

Everyone appreciates old artists, both refined and popular.

Successful businessmen are also transparent.

Lan Chaojin broke into their world very well, and the dragon was able to master the water with ease.

Mu Chengcheng held the goblet in his hand and looked at Lan Chaojin's figure through the wall of the cup, and his heart began to feel relieved.

She remembered Chu Qi's words: "If you were to find someone, you might not be able to find someone better than him..."

So he raised his lips and smiled, stepped forward and took Lan Chaojin's arm, and asked: "Now I am starting to wonder, how come you like me so easily when you are so powerful?"

Mu Chengcheng drew upward eyeliner at the corner of his eyes, and with a glancing gaze, he flew into Lan Chaojin's cold heart.

"Tell me?" Mu Chengcheng smiled coquettishly: "What is your purpose?"

Lan Chaojin looked at her silently, smiled suddenly, and said softly: "You saw through it, Miss Mu..."

"I never like anyone easily, how about we make a deal?"

"What deal?"

"You choose to fall in love with me, let me tell you how it took me eighteen years to get to you?"

"Eighteen years?"

Mu Chengcheng's eyes suddenly became confused.

Lan Chaojin's face remained motionless.

"I just told a little lie, don't take it so seriously." He moved his lips calmly.

"What lie?"

At this moment, another stranger pushed in the door.

Lan Chaojin patted Mu Chengcheng's hand and walked towards the man.

Mu Chengcheng heard him greeting others from a distance: "You are finally here, I am Lan Chaojin."

A timely rain makes the city feel much refreshed from the inside out.

The thunder of electric fans briefly streaked across the night sky.

The work group also sent photos of actors hiding in the director's studio during night scenes.

But after a while, Mu Chengcheng's phone suddenly rang.

I don't know if it's psychological trouble, but the frequency of vibrations seems very intense.

Mu Cheng accepted the call. It was a call from the actor's assistant director. His voice was a little hoarse and he just said that something happened on the set.

When Mu Chengcheng rushed over, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

An Ke'er was crying like a man standing outside the director's studio, wrapped in a blanket and her hair was wet on her forehead.

Her assistant was crying and sobbing beside her, wrapping her arms around her.

Mu Chengcheng first walked over and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Ke'er? What happened?"

An Keer stubbornly turned her face to one side, but her assistant kept saying without stopping: "Mr. Mu, the crew is ostracizing us and bullying us. Even the director is helping to bully us!"

Mu Chengcheng frowned. She had heard something about it on the road, but seeing the scene like this, it seemed like the trouble was getting worse.

Mu Chengcheng reached out and held An Keer's hand: "Why is it so cold..."

Then he dragged her into the director's studio.

The director was also sitting nearby, wearing headphones angrily. Mu Chengcheng went over and patted his shoulder: "Director Zhang, you have worked hard today..."

Everyone knew that Mu Chengcheng came here to hold someone accountable, but no one blamed her in her first words.

"It rained heavily just now, and it lasted until three in the morning. Everyone has worked hard..."

Mu Chengcheng raised his voice.

Seeing this, An Keer seemed to have let go of her guard, and simply started crying.

Her voice seemed to be wrapped in great sadness, and her mouth was full of grievances: "Sister, although my temper is a bit strange and a little bit feathery, I am very serious about filming. If I go over time today, I am over time.

It doesn’t matter if it’s two hours or three hours overtime, but it’s six hours overtime!…”

She pointed to her eyes: "My contact lenses are all dry..."

Generally speaking, the on-site director on the side should not interrupt. I don’t know whether it was under the director’s instruction or because of his own dissatisfaction. He said, "You only arrived at the set at three o'clock in the afternoon. How come it took you so long? Besides, you are not the only one."

If you are going through hardships, everyone will be with you!"

Mu Chengcheng's face sank, and he only glanced at him lightly. It was the director who dissuaded him: "Okay, Archie, just say a few words, inform everyone, and call it a day."

"Wait a minute!" An Ke'er suddenly raised her voice: "Forget it overtime, why did you hit my assistant just now? Isn't she a human? She is an assistant, so does she deserve to be slapped by you?"

Mu Chengcheng raised his eyes and looked at the director longingly: "Director, on the way here just now, I didn't hear that anyone was taking action..."

Director Zhang then slowly took off the headphones from his head and stared wide-eyed: "I didn't see it!"

He turned to the scene director: "Archie! What's going on?"

At three o'clock in the morning, the road was already empty of onlookers.

The accumulated water washed away by the rain is still pouring back into the underground drainage outlet.

Mu Chengcheng walked slowly, holding Assistant An Keer's hand, and asked warmly: "I'm not asking him, but you, what's going on?"

An Keer's assistant is a thin little girl with bangs.
Chapter completed!