But they are all middle-aged men, and occasionally there is a woman, who is also a middle-aged woman, and there are almost no young and beautiful people like Zheng Yan who are famous in the shopping mall.

Nian Xiaomu glanced at it and sat in his seat very reassuringly.

Flip through the meeting flow chart in your hand.

The first process of the opening ceremony is that the organizer of this time will speak on stage.

It's a pity that the flow chart does not indicate who is the Mo family to speak.

Is it ink dry? Or is ink eternal?

Nian Xiaomu was originally sure that it was Mo Qian, but when he heard Zheng Yan say that just now, he felt that it might be Mo Yongheng.

According to Zheng Yan, Mo Yongheng is the closest to the head of the Mo family, but the heir that the Mo family is cultivating now is Mo Qian.

It doesn't make sense.

Nian Xiaomu can't figure out the situation of the Mo family now, so he can only wait and see.

The meeting began quickly.

When he heard the host announce that the speaker of this meeting was Mo Qian, Nian Xiao Mu immediately stood up straight in his seat.

Applaud with those around you.

In the distance, I saw a majestic figure, pacing from the side of the podium after the host's words fell.

Resolute facial contours.

A well-tailored black suit.

While pacing, the steady and noble aura exuded around his body caught everyone's attention for a moment.

Nian Xiaomu looked at the scene in front of him blankly.

Originally, I was just curious about Mo Qian's appearance, but at the moment, I just saw his silhouette, and a lot of fragmentary pictures suddenly appeared in my mind:

It was winter.

When the snow is heavy.

Towards dusk, the sunset in the west hangs lazily in the sky.

The vegetation in the courtyard was covered with snow, and the orange light hit the snow, reflecting everyone's face in orange.

A woman in a white down jacket stood in the snow, looking gently in the direction of the gate until she saw the familiar figure appear.

It seemed like that day.

The man's steps were firm and steady, and he walked towards her step by step.

It's just that between the steps, there is a little more anxiety.

As soon as he stepped forward, he asked calmly, "It's so cold outside, why do you still come out and wait?" ”

"I want you to see me as soon as you get home." The woman replied with a smile.

The voice is gentle.

As she spoke, the man had tenderly embraced her into his arms and lowered his head to give her a kiss on the top of her hair.

The two walked into the living room hand in hand.

The screen turns.

It is in the bedroom.

In the room, there was a woman's low coughing voice, and her voice was a little muffled, as if she wanted to cough, but she was trying her best to hold back.

Buried in the quilt, uncomfortably curled up in a ball.

Not much.

The man entered the room with a bowl of medicine.

Hearing her muffled cough, he stepped forward to pick her up and put his hand on her forehead.

"I have a low-grade fever, I must have been standing in the snow for too long yesterday." When the man frowned and said this, his eyes were full of distress and self-blame.

"Next time, don't wait for me outside."

The woman looked at him with annoyance, did not speak, but reached out and touched his resolute face comfortingly, and smiled at him.

This smile is as holy as a snow lotus.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

The man stared at it for a long time, then came back to his senses, picked up the medicine on the bedside table, and fed her one bite at a time.

The picture seems to be frozen in the warmest and happiest moment......

When Xiao Mu came back to his senses, Mo Qian was already standing in front of the podium.

The noble and cramped breath can be transmitted to everyone from a long distance.

His slightly lowered eyes swept towards everyone in the audience as he raised his head......