Because Lin Yifu hung up Shen Muchen's call without authorization, Wen Qiao now rushed to Shen Muchen to explain.

Shen Muchen must be furious now.

No matter how strong a woman is outside, her man is angry, so she still has to coax it.

In the final analysis, Wen Qiao still loves Shen Muchen very much.

Meiling No. 1 Club, the door in the box opens from the outside-

"Sorry, I was in a meeting."

Wincho walked in.

On the noble purple sofa, the lights and shadows are psychedelic, the handsome man is leaning back, his long legs are overlapped, and the psychedelic light and shadow pass over his facial features again and again, looking unfathomable.

Rose's lips pursed until Wincho came to him—

The hand with the nails of Kodan picked up the martini triangular cup from the black marble coffee table.

Shaking it slightly, she sniffed it and put it in front of Shen Muchen, "I said that I was in a meeting, didn't I hang up on purpose, and I was still angry?" ”

The man didn't look at her, and the tight arc of her jaw was extraordinary.

Wincho put down the Martin Triangle and laughed.

She had no choice but to lean closer to the man's chin and put it on it, "...... So, what about now? ”

At this post, the man's expression was obviously much softer.

One leaned sideways, raised his hand to grab her delicate chin, and his deep eyes were so affectionate: "Jojo, you know that I love you, and I love you deeply, I can even dig out my heart to show you, as long as you love me too." ”

"Crazy!"

Wen Qiao's voice was cold and faint, and his hand covered his hand on her chin: "I'm here!" What are you! I will always be there for you. ”

Her words satisfied him.

Suddenly, he smiled......

**

Wen Qiao was wrapped in a suit jacket by Shen Muchen and walked out of the clubhouse.

The silver twelve-double door Bentley stopped there.

The bodyguard will respectfully open the door.

Shen Muchen put Wen Qiao in the back seat of the car, and then sat on it himself.

Wen Qiao leaned softly into Shen Muchen's arms, and there was still a peach red on his cheeks that had not faded.

slept comfortably, and when she woke up, she was already in the Huo family.

It's eight o'clock in the evening.

In the past two days, Huo Wenyu went to Yungang, and she was invited by one of the shareholders of Yungang's largest JR Group to participate in the building of the noodles in Yungang Daduhui.

The phone 'ding'.

A projection appears on the white wall, and Simon's head appears on the projection screen.

Simon is twenty-five years old, the most powerful male assistant to Wincho's side, and one of her current think tanks.

"Mr. Wen, good evening."

Wincho nodded.

"Mr. Liu, the investor, has been arranged, and the meeting time is scheduled for 3 pm tomorrow according to your requirements." Simon reports one by one.

Wen Qiao's body is still a little soft, all to coax Shen Muchen.

It was also because of Shen Muchen that she postponed the investor meeting that was originally scheduled for this afternoon.

"Got it." Wincho wanted to rest again.

Simon chucked his head at the projection, waiting for Wincho to hang up the screen.

At this time, Wen Qiao thought of one thing, he was so busy that he had been delayed for the past two days.

She raised her chin slightly, and her neck was slender: "Wait! ”

"Mr. Wen, please speak."

Wincho sat up straight.

The long and lazy curly hair looks charming, like a scorpion queen.

Her slender eyes narrowed, and her pupils were glowing with a sharp cold light: "Go to Tiansheng to do something, in addition to "Shao Si Ming", pick a good script that Tiansheng has recently co-produced and is about to shoot, and give a good one to a ...... The people of Xia Ge. ”

Simon looked puzzled.

When did Mr. Wen care about a little person who can't even remember his name clearly?