Chapter 162: Another Identity (10)

The two came to the door of the hotel together, the luxurious and magnificent convoy had been waiting for a long time, Asakko Ke took a deep breath, got into the car, and the man on the side also sat in.

Asa Zike turned his head to look at the night scene outside the car window, his good-looking brows frowned slightly, and he turned his head to look directly at the man's dark eyes: "Mr. Chief, why did you invite you to the state banquet?" ”

Mozu Beitan glanced at the woman and said lightly: "Quan Yiling didn't tell you?" ”

"I did, but ......" But she didn't believe it, even if he was the so-called majority shareholder, it was unlikely that a businessman would be able to attend the state banquet.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the woman beside him: "There are some things, knowing too much is not good for you." ”

Asa Zike was slightly stunned: Something? Is he the president's business?

In the past few days, she has been struggling with the identity of this man, even if the evidence she thought of was debunked by Wen Ming one by one, but subconsciously she still thought that he had some ulterior secrets, such as his identity.

Ulterior identity.

A long line of limousines stopped in front of a solemn building, and Asa Zike looked at the people coming and going outside the car, inevitably nervous in his heart, and more worried.

The car door was opened, a slender hand stretched out in front of the woman, Asa Zike was slightly stunned, raised his eyes to look at the black eyes of Mozu Beitan, deep and with a little gentleness, the original restless heart suddenly felt relieved, the little hand fell on the man's palm, got out of the car, took his arm, stepped on the red carpet, and walked slowly towards the hall.

Looking at the foreigners around him who kept greeting them, Asa Zike lowered his head slightly, had some difficulty breathing, and his little hand couldn't help but grasp the man's clothes.

Suddenly, a warm palm pressed against the back of her hand, and the voice of the man next to her came from overhead: "Don't be nervous, there is me." ”

The simple six words that came into her ears were like a tranquilizer for her, and Asa Zike bit her lip lightly: "Why aren't you nervous, it's a state banquet and it's not an ordinary party." ”

The corners of Mozu Beitan's mouth raised slightly, and his tone was a little mocking: "If you are nervous like this, you will participate in several state banquets in the future, what should you do?" ”

Asakko Ke was slightly stunned, how many games? Will I participate in the future?!

At this time, an elderly foreigner was surrounded by some people and walked towards Mozu Beitan, nodding slightly and talking in a friendly manner.

Quan Yileng, who was behind him, smoothly translated the foreign man's words to Mozu Beitan, and the man nodded back: "Thank you for the invitation." ”

The two men are polite and polite one by one, Asa Zike has always maintained a smiling expression, and the Arabic spoken by the other party is that he can't understand it, and all he can do is not lose his husband's face.

After a while, the foreign man pointed to the dining table in front of him, and a group of people walked towards the chairman, and Mozu Beitan turned his head sideways and whispered: "How can you behave like a wooden man in front of the chief?" ”

Asa Zike chuckled in his heart, opened his eyes wide to meet the man's dark eyes, and spoke a little knotted: "You, what did you say?" I just spoke to you, Mr. Chief?! ”

The corners of Mozu Beitan's mouth raised slightly, and he patted the woman's buttocks: "Stupid." ”

Mozu Beitan sat next to the chief, Qianzike sat next to the man, at the dinner table, Qianzike was eating food sullenly, the chieftain who was originally talking to Mozu Beitan suddenly turned to the woman and said something, Quan Yiling on the side frowned slightly and said: "Madam, Mr. Chief asked you if you would be tired on a business trip with Mr. Mo?" ”

Asa Zike replied with a smile: "No, I feel very happy to work with my husband." ”

The woman's words reached the man's ears, and Mozu Beitan raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman beside him meaningfully: Sure enough, she has the demeanor of a mother, and that position is indeed very suitable for you.