Mu Chengcheng stood in a hotel box covered with white gauze curtains, rose petals everywhere, and "I have been carefully decorated" everywhere. His whole body was trembling uncontrollably. She held Chu Qi's hand: "Chu Chu, I have never

I never thought that I would be a victim of business marriage..."

Chu Qi was Mu Chengcheng's childhood friend. Due to her tall figure and handsome face, she entered the modeling industry early, so she was used to such flashy scenes and patted her hand lightly: "Cheng,

Stay calm, it might be a good deal."

Mu Chengcheng shook his head: "This fairy-like place is not suitable for a mortal like me. I have a meeting in the afternoon. I'm leaving. You can take over..."

Before he finished speaking, the box door was pushed open by a strong force: "Mu Chengcheng! Why did you come here!"

Mu Chengcheng could imagine the appearance of the person without having to raise his eyes. He was an old man with gray hair on his temples but full of energy, round almond eyes and a thin body.

"Dad...there's a traffic jam on the road..."

As he spoke, Mu Chengcheng followed in with his head lowered.

Chu Qi glanced at the white gauze on the ceiling with disgust, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a crystal pendant from a well-known international brand. She showed a kind expression of "sending Buddha to the West" and followed her in.

The private room still has a fairy-like atmosphere. But the white gauze curtain is decorated with many fine crystal jewelry, and the tablecloth on the table is also made of expensive pearlescent brocade fabric.

In front of each seat, there is a gold-plated name card printed on a black background.

The words "Mu Chengcheng" were also deliberately inlaid with silver.

Chu Qi lightly tapped the table with her index finger: "It's so meticulous, Cheng."

Mu Chengcheng smiled bitterly, bowed his head obediently and sat on the seat in front of the name card.

She picked up the pearl hairpin next to her and looked at it boredly. Suddenly, a gentle voice came from above her head: "I caught it myself when I went diving in Tahiti last time. I polished it and found that it was very suitable for making a hairpin."

, I want to give it to you as a meeting gift."

Mu Chengcheng was frightened, but Old Mu next to him was the first to react: "Lan Chaojin! Mr. Lan's son!

"Nice to meet you, Uncle Mu."

Mu Chengcheng also stood up, suppressed his somewhat panicked smile, put on a business reception smile, and politely extended his hand: "Mr. Lan, I am Mu Chengcheng. I have long admired you."

Lan Chaojin was a head taller than Mu Chengcheng. Apart from exuding nobility, Mu Chengcheng could hardly remember what Lan Chaojin looked like when he first saw him.

It doesn't matter to Mu Chengcheng whether he has single eyelids or double eyelids.

The height of the bridge of the nose and the depth of one's eyesight are all just vulgar things outside the scope of vision.

Even though Chu Qi's eyes were shining brightly after reading thousands of men, Mu Chengcheng didn't feel anything at all.

She has never loved handsome men, only money.

So she started playing with pearl hairpins: "Wild pearls from Tahiti are rare in nature, plus they are uniform in size, round, and full of luster. I'm afraid they might not be suitable as a gift for a first meeting..."

Lan Chao Jin smiled warmly, reached out to take the hairpin, and pinned it on Mu Chengcheng's hair with great skill: "Little thing."

The crow's feet at the corners of Mr. Mu's smiling eyes were already folded several times, and he firmly held Mu Chengcheng's hand who wanted to resist: "You have seen the big world, Jin'er has also seen the big world, don't be coy.

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Mu Chengcheng glanced at the old man helplessly: "I have a meeting in the afternoon!"

"You have a p-meeting! Your startup company will close down tomorrow. What kind of meeting are you going to have? A break-up meeting?"

"Chu Qi, Chu Qi has a very important interview this afternoon, and she needs me to accompany her!"

Mu Chengcheng turned his attention to Chu Qi, but Chu Qi looked out the window with a "don't get involved" attitude.

"I'm telling you Mu Chengcheng..." the old man whispered fiercely: "The Lan family is from the Yuehe Group. When they come to Nancheng to invest, even senior city officials have to come out to receive them. You'd better give them some face!"

Mu Chengcheng cast an aggrieved glance at Lan Chaojin's shoe tips, and when he raised his head again, he had a distinct smile on his face: "I didn't prepare much for the meeting gift..."

Lan Chaojin looked at Mu Chengcheng with a faint smile: "Give me your WeChat message, it is the best meeting gift."

"This man...hiss..." Chu Qi's WeChat message came over: "Mu Chengcheng, you are in danger!"

While pushing the cup and changing the cup, Mu Chengcheng kept fidgeting with the hair on his shoulders anxiously.

But Chu Qi kept whispering to Mu Chengcheng like a biological detector: "Father Lan and mother Lan have a well-proportioned body shape, and they don't have the fat look of middle-aged people at all. Look at Mother Lan, she only eats vegetarian dishes, and the steamed rat spots

What kind of oil is there? Why not put it in the water? You are so particular! Look at Mr. Lao Lan. His whole body is covered with hidden famous brands. If you are not a knowledgeable person, you would not know it. That suit costs hundreds of thousands, and that piece of clothing.

Watch, have you seen that diamond? The initial estimate is seven figures! What a rich man!"

Mu Chengcheng showed the bracelet on his wrist angrily: "I have one too! I'm not bad either, okay!"

"Yes, yes, your Mu family was indeed an all-powerful publishing group twenty years ago, but now it is an Internet economy. Do you want to keep growing old?"

Chu Qi always hits the mark.

Mu Chengcheng fell into deep thought.

"Miss Mu..." Lan Chaojin suddenly stood up and walked to Mu Chengcheng's side. The white wine in his hand was replaced by red wine at some point. He swung the glass and said, "Here's a toast to you."

Mu Chengcheng stood up with a smile: "Mr. Lan has a good capacity for drinking, so it's okay to drink mixed drinks."

Lan Chaojin's smile seemed to be welded to his face, and the upward curve of the corners of his lips and the drooping curves of his eyes did not seem to change at all.

"To do business, you have to have a certain amount of alcohol."

After saying that, he lightly touched the wall of Mu Chengcheng's cup: "You can do whatever you want with me."

Mu Chengcheng glanced at the empty cup and said, "I'm never casual."

As he spoke, he also drank a glass of red wine.

The light in Lan Chaojin's eyes moved.

"Miss Mu..." Lan Chaojin suddenly stretched out his hand, causing Mu Chengcheng to duck back, but Lan Chaojin pulled him back unceremoniously. His hand was big and cold, even if it was separated by a layer of hair.

I can feel the coldness on my fingertips even while wearing it: "The hairpin is crooked..."

Mu Chengcheng stared blankly at the man who was just a fist away from him, and suddenly became a little panicked, so he lied that he "had to make a phone call" and ran away.

The side door of the hotel leads directly to a shopping mall. Mu Chengcheng had just walked downstairs to meet Chu Qili and leave early. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took out his phone, he was hit by a boy. The phone fell to the floor tiles and the screen shattered into pieces.

Mu Chengcheng raised his head angrily: "What are you doing..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy suddenly hugged Mu Chengcheng and took her to the side passage.

Wearing a cap and a mask, he lowered his head into Mu Chengcheng's neck and said in a low and soft voice, "I'm sorry, sister, please help me."

Not long after, two people with cameras hurried over. At this time, the boy with the mask let go of his hand.

He smiled sheepishly, his eyes turning into crescent moons: "I'm sorry, sister, I'll pay you for the phone."

Mu Chengcheng stared at those dark and bright eyes in trance until he handed over a note: "This is my private number, please call me."

After saying that, he ran away quickly.

Mu Chengcheng looked at the back and held back a sentence for a long time: "Why do you call me sister..."

The phone was broken, so Mu Chengcheng had no choice but to go back to the private room in the hotel. As soon as he entered the door, he was dragged to the Lan family's parents by Old Mu, who said with joy on his face: "Then it's settled, now is the National Day, and the Spring Festival will be the first."

After that, their two children will get married!"

"What?!"

Mu Chengcheng's eyes widened: "Dad, are you drunk?"

The old man held her hand tightly: "It's rare that Mr. Lan doesn't dislike you, and Mr. Xiaolan likes you again. Time is money, why don't we make the decision today! Time is money!"

Mu Chengcheng raised his voice: "What do you mean you don't dislike me..."

She looked at Lan Chaojin again: "What do you mean you like me! Why do you say you like me!"

Lan Chaojin still had that gentle smile: "I like you..."

Chu Qi had already squirted several times at the side. She walked to Mu Chengcheng's side: "Look, let me tell you, I'm in danger for you."

Mu Chengcheng shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, it's just a dinner party, let's not make it so dramatic, like a movie..."

"Movies! That's right! Our family Chengcheng has always wanted to turn over a film and television company and make IP films and television. I'm still thinking about it. The main reason is that this girl has made me too much money in the past few years. I have to pay for each project...

.." The old man vowed that he had no authority whatsoever.

"The film and television industry has high barriers to entry, but there is indeed room for profit after entry, so you can invest..." Lan Chaojin echoed from the sidelines.

The old man struck while the iron was hot: "Then you are going to marry her, so vote for her!"
Chapter completed!