In fact, this can't be blamed on Shen Yuegui, Wen Qianqian hasn't shown up much since he was found back to the Wen family.

Others only know that the Wen family has a baby little princess, but very few people have actually seen her.

The few times she attended the banquet, Shen Yuegui didn't appear.

Shen Yuegui is very afraid of trouble, she has never had a deep understanding of the things in the circle, such as banquets and balls, and she hardly attends.

This time, I knew about Wen Qianqian, thanks to Wen Qianqian's uncle.

Probably in order to cut off future troubles, Wen Han publicized that Wen Qianqian was not the Wen family's biological daughter, which made the name Wen Qianqian well-known to everyone.

When it was close to half past eight, Wen Ting was late.

His clothes were a little wrinkled, and he still smelled of alcohol, and at first glance he knew that he had just come out of the clubhouse.

As soon as he got closer, Wen Qianqian frowned in disgust and moved farther away from him.

Wen Ting didn't stick to it like a dog skin plaster like usual, but stood a little farther away with insight.

His face was dark, as if someone owed him millions.

Li Mingchao walked over, glanced him up and down, and proposed, "Do you want to go and change your clothes first?"

Wen Ting tugged at his collar and sniffed it, a smell of wine mixed with fat powder, he couldn't help frowning and nodded.

Li Mingchao asked him to take him to the locker room at the velodrome to change clothes.

In the locker room, Wen Ting threw the changed clothes into the trash can with a cold face, and after glancing at the lipstick mark on the collar, his face became even darker.

He took out his mobile phone to call Wen Yan, and as soon as he connected it, he ordered: "The cooperation with the Mo family can be stopped, press the quotation down by three points, and report it to the He family." ”

Wen Yan was stunned: "Boss, isn't this good?"

When Wen Ting was in high school, he founded a company outside with Wen Han behind his back, and Sheng Tingming's president was Wen Yan.

Wen Yan is a child of the Wen family, and he has little contact with the Wen family.

He was a few years older than Wen Ting, but he willingly called him boss.

Sheng Ting has been talking about cooperation with Mo recently, and he has almost finished talking, and he is about to sign a contract, so at this time, he will stop and stop, and he will have to press down the quotation a few points to report to the Mo family's rival company He Shi, which is too unauthentic.

Wen Yan swallowed his saliva in fear, and asked tentatively, "Boss, who in the Mo family provoked you?"

"No, that little young master of the Mo family is too ugly and spicy. Wen Ting said nonchalantly.

Yes, Wen Yan understood, and it was not surprising that the little young master of the Mo family provoked him.

Although Wen Ting looks like a gentleman on the surface, he looks like a second ancestor who is not easy to get along with, but in terms of temper, he is good in a group of rich second generations.

However, this is without touching his bottom line.

Otherwise, Wen Ting would have gone crazy, and no one would have been able to stop him.

Wen Ting hung up the phone and went out, Li Mingchao saw him coming back, and beckoned everyone to gather.

Several people sat in the first row of the stands, and after turning on the machine, Li Mingchao finished reading the opening speech and smiled gloomily at them.

"I saw someone on the Internet say that our show is a pension show, which is not very interesting. ”

"Isn't it?" Xie Zhi replied with a smile.

Li Mingchao nodded: "So I'll make something interesting in this issue." ”

He leaned sideways and pointed to a row of cars not far away: "Race cars." ”