Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

"Isn't the boss going to dance?"

Qiao Xueyuan asked while holding a champagne glass.

The neon ball was spinning on the ceiling, casting tiny spots of light on three slender figures sitting in the booths, forming a sharp contrast with the young bodies twisting on the dance floor.

"Not interested in."

Maybe it's because I'm getting old and not as active as young people.

Jiang Nuantang swayed the amber liquid in the cup, and the diamond earrings refracted tiny starlight under the blue-purple spotlight.

Tan Jinxia took a sip of her cocktail and chuckled:

"This dude Yun Qian really knows how to enjoy life. His wine cellar is even more complete than mine."

She ran her fingertips across the cold glass and glanced at the birthday boy who was surrounded by girls in the distance:

"He has invited all the second-generations in Jincheng, right?"

"After all, before he was exiled overseas, he was also a well-known social figure in the circle."

Jiang Nuantang looked at Mu Yunqian who was smearing cream on his friend's face, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and said with a bit of mischief and a mentality of watching a good show:

"If he saw the trending search terms #Mu Shao's birthday party turns into a concubine selection scene#, he would probably buy a press release overnight to clarify the matter."

"There's nothing we can do about it. The news media these days dares to write anything."

Qiao Xueyuan shook her head. As someone who had experienced it and suffered greatly from it, she agreed with the sentiment.

"Compared to others, Tangtang, you might as well give way. I was still checking the news before I came here, and you are the walking trending search today. If I take a photo with you now, believe it or not, it will be the trending search right away."

Jiang Nuantang smiled, her eyes full of charm:

"Sisters, if you want to be on the trending search, it's just a matter of a word."

Then he suddenly raised his phone:

"Instead of gossiping about others, why don't we take a selfie and top the charts?"

The moment the flash came on, birthday fireworks suddenly exploded outside the window, and three exquisite faces in different styles were frozen on the screen.

Then, Jiang Nuantang clicked on the screen and posted the photo he had just taken to his Weibo account.

He also tagged Tan Jinxia and Qiao Xueyuan.

Soon after the photo was posted, it immediately attracted a large number of netizens to watch, and the comment section was extremely lively.

【Ahhh, is this a beauty crit that I can watch for free? 】

[In the middle is the newly announced Mrs. Shao! Do wealthy ladies also hang out in nightclubs? ]

[Are the two people next to you Qiao Xueyuan and music producer Summer Tan? ]

[The dimension wall is broken! Ask for the nine-square grid! ]

Qiao Xueyuan turned her phone and said with a smile:

"I just checked Instagram and saw that fans on the Internet are asking for the beauty secrets of Oriental beauty."

Jiang Nuantang smiled and answered confidently and proudly:

"Tell them we are born beautiful."

……

When the midnight bell rang, a message popped up in Jiang Nuantang's pinned dialog box.

【Parking lot area c】.

She picked up her platinum bag and stood up. Mu Yunqian came over with a cream mark on his cheek:

"Let the driver take you?"

"Need not."

She shook her phone screen, and her rose gold wedding ring flashed under the light:

"Your cousin will come to pick you up personally."

The moment the heavy door of the villa was pushed open, the noisy noise seemed to be paused.

Shao Zhanlin stood at the intersection of light and shadow, his tall figure wrapped in a well-tailored suit, which was out of tune with the hazy atmosphere around him.

Several young men holding wine glasses stood up straight subconsciously, as if they were at an evening study session that was suddenly inspected by the dean of studies.

"Mr. Shao is here to pick up the wife?"

Some brave ones tried to strike up a conversation.

Shao Zhanlin nodded slightly, his eyes falling on the figure walking towards him.

Jiang Nuantang naturally put her hand on his arm, and a muffled cry came from behind: "Help! The suit thug x the rich and beautiful woman are too compatible!"