May day in Cloud City, wet and rainy.

The long and slender rain continued to fall from the sky, from the twilight to the distant sky, and the last bit of light was withdrawn, and a black Bentley was firmly parked on the parking apron not far in front of the brightly lit Song Mansion.

The door opened, and the man in the suit stepped out of the car, and the soles of his shoes had just stepped on the ground, and the person standing next to him immediately moved the umbrella that had been held above his head.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were slightly furrowed, his expression was cold and indifferent, and his bony fingers were buttoned on the coat, and then, he raised his eyes to look away, and looked around casually.

Eventually, frowning, he stopped his gaze on a towering camphor tree not far away, trembling around the bushes growing around its trunk.

At this point, the ups and downs of the eyebrows deepened a few points.

"It's almost time, Mr. Mu." The man holding the umbrella next to him saw that he was standing still and did not move, raised his hand to look at the time, and reminded.

The man didn't say anything, but withdrew his gaze casually, and walked towards the guest sign-in at the entrance with his long legs.

"Hello sir, we are here for a private wedding reception, please show your invitation."

The Song family was originally one of the most powerful families in Yuncheng, especially the old man of their family who had been deceased for three years, and his influence on the military and political circles of Yuncheng was very profound to this day.

The man in front of him has an extraordinary bearing, and at a glance, he knows that he is either rich or expensive.

But they were just doing what they were told.

"Imperial capital, Mu family."

The man didn't speak, his body stood tall on the steps like a pine, and the man holding the umbrella smiled respectfully and said something. Immediately, he held the handle of the umbrella with one hand, and reached into the pocket of the suit's lining with the other.

Although it was obvious that the identity of the person in front of him was not ordinary early in the morning, when they heard the words of the imperial capital Mujia, the staff was obviously stunned.

If the Song family is the golden dragon entrenched in Cloud City, then the Mu family in the imperial capital is undoubtedly the mainstay supporting the entire Huaguo!

And it's still ......

Lost in the rumor for many years, it was only lost and regained twelve years ago, and five years ago he started from scratch and created his own business empire in just five years.

Mu family grandson, Mu Ye?

The staff was visibly incredulous.

It is rumored that this person is extremely mysterious and never participates in any form of social entertainment, and in addition, the Song family and the Mu family have no contact with each other, so how can they ......

But at this moment, Mu Ye's secretary had already taken the invitation out of his pocket, smiled slightly, and politely handed it over.

The staff realized it afterwards and reacted.

However, before he could contact the invitation letter handed over by Secretary Mu Ye, the movement in his hand was directly interrupted by a beautiful and soft female voice: "My dear, why are you in such a hurry!" Don't wait for people! ”

Her voice is melodious, and there is a bit of tightness and immaturity in her charm.

As soon as the words fell, a fresh and beautiful color suddenly fell into the arms of the noble god-like man, and the white and soft arms naturally hugged the crook of his arm, and most of his body was attached to his chest.

The woman was dressed in a mint green evening gown, which was infected with moist moisture, and her exposed skin was cold and biting.

The slim design of the waist hooks her staggered good figure, and the sleeves are made of see-through tulle, which is fresh and beautiful, looking like an elf in the rain and fog of the forest.