"Mo Yanxun." The assistant replied respectfully, "The greatest control of Western Petroleum is in his hands." ”

"Why haven't I heard of this person before?" Zhong Huang's heart was still suspicious, and his sixth sense told him that this man was not simple.

"Boss, Mo Pingsheng is his father."

Hearing this, Emperor Zhong raised his eyebrows and responded casually, "Really?" ”

If Mo Pingsheng is his father, it can be said a thing or two.

It's just, is it really that simple?

Zhong Huangyu's crossed ten fingers parted solemnly, the palms of his hands slowly tightened, and his gaze at Mo Yanjie became more aggressive, but then the fierce gaze was scattered.

In the end, Zhong Huangyu looked at Mo Yanjie with a calm face.

It's just that the sharp gaze at that moment was still noticed by Mo Yan. Mo Yan turned his head and raised a wanton smile at Zhong Huangyu intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhong Huang's heart tightened, but he pretended to be unintentional, and smiled at Mo Yan.

The appearance of Mo Yanjue made the Great Hall lively for a while, and Mo Yanjue kept smiling and won the favor of many people present for the first time.

Of course, the construction of this goodwill is naturally based on Mo Yanjue's status and power.

Mo Yan, who had been smiling, never stayed on everyone too much, just glanced at it hurriedly.

It's just that his expression is too well concealed, and no one can see how thin and cold Mo Yan's eyes are.

Until his gaze rested on the woman in a straight suit who appeared at the door of the Assembly Hall. The indifferent gaze added a hint of a smile.

Mo Lan Ember looked around, his gaze stayed on Mo Yanjie for a second, and then moved away, and then met Zhong Huang's gaze, and nodded slowly to Zhong Huang's wife.

There was a hint of a smile on Zhong Huang's face, and then he nodded to the assistant beside him.

The ink smoke that took this scene into his eyes was gone, and the smile in his eyes was a little colder.

It's really funny, he rarely exposed his identity in China once, but he never got a glimpse.

Fang Yabo, your wife, is really interesting.

Mo Yan sat in the middle of the second row, crossed his legs, his elbows propped on his thighs, and his chin dragged with one hand. The head tilted slightly, and a man in a guard's suit was interested.

The man in the guard's uniform looked at him with blazing eyes.

The eyes of the two collided together, not letting it go at all.

The corners of Mo Yanjue's mouth hooked up a playful smile, and finally withdrew his gaze.

And this man in guard clothes is naturally Fang Yabo.

Fang Yabo took over the task again, naturally to protect Bai Senya closely. Fang Yabo is not afraid of being exposed, if others dare to come to another country, they will naturally investigate the person who should be investigated.

The reason why he disguised himself was just that he was afraid that he would bring too much trouble and inconvenience to himself when he was on a mission, nothing more.

Fang Yabo put on a guard uniform, but it was just to make it easier to protect Bai Senya.

It's just that Fang Yabo didn't expect that at today's press conference, Moran Ember was also here.

And when he didn't expect it, he would actually meet an acquaintance here.

"Ink smoke."

Fang Yabo muttered, Mo Yanjue's true appearance and identity are only in the hands of the people inside them and remembered in their minds.

Every time Mo Yanjue 'goes against him', he never shows his true face.

The ink smoke is absolutely amazing, and this time he actually showed his true face.

Fang Yabo's eyes touched it, and it was cold.

He actually 'fell in love' with his wife.