The pattern is open, after the divorce, I am popular in the expensive circle

"Yes, that's him! I can't help it. His face is so handsome and his business skills are so good. It's unreasonable not to be a fan of him." Fan Yuke nodded seriously. It's normal to have seniors in the entertainment industry who like to admire him!

What's more, Qin Zixu is top-notch in appearance, acting skills, and professionalism!

"It starts with appearance and ends with character. Your entertainment industry is too chaotic. Just look at some faces."

"The circle of the rich second generation is also very chaotic. For example, Mu Bailang..."

Seeing Fan Yuke's relaxed expression, Ning Yichu smiled knowingly.

Knowing that Mu Bailang was coming to pick up Fan Yuke, Ning Yichu left the restaurant with her three children in advance to avoid embarrassment.

Fan Yuke also blew a kiss to each of the three babies, "Baby, my godmother will invite you out to play next time~"

Ning Ning and Doudou held hands, their big bright eyes smiling like crescent moons, "Goodbye, godmother~"

Chen Bao put his little hands in his pockets coolly, "Godmother, please be safe. Remember to send a message when you get home."

"Ok~"

Fan Yuke smiled and waved goodbye.

She looked at the time and saw that Mu Bailang should have arrived almost, so she walked outside to wait for him on the roadside.

The imperial capital is bustling with lights at night, and there are always people coming and going on the streets, and there is a constant flow of traffic.

It just rained yesterday, but the sky is gloomy again this afternoon. I wonder if another heavy rain is coming.

The cool breeze was blowing. Fan Yuke was wearing a mask and hat. He was about to lower his head to look at his mobile phone and ask where Mu Bailang was, when a cool Aston Martin parked in front of him.

The car window rolled down, revealing an unfamiliar handsome face.

Yun Mingchen had a handsome and innocent face, handsome and charming. He smiled and asked Fan Yuke, "Madam, do you want to take a ride?"

Fan Yuke was wondering who this person was when he heard a voice from the person in the back seat.

"Miss Fan, this is my friend."

Qin Zixu lowered the window, revealing a handsome profile, and Fan Yuke realized it was Qin Zixu.

Qin Zixu's helpless tone was laced with a hint of apology, "He has a rather out-of-touch personality. I'm sorry for being rude to you."

"Oh...it's okay." Fan Yuke smiled good-naturedly.

Yun Mingxun didn't do it entirely to tease Qin Zixu and her. He saw Fan Yuke waiting here alone and it was so late. "Don't you really need us to take you back? Don't worry, it's absolutely safe. You're just a girl at night." It’s more inconvenient to take a taxi.”

Fan Yuke was just about to say no, when a short whistle sounded from behind. She looked up and saw Mu Bailang's familiar car body.

"My friend is here." Fan Yuke smiled slightly, explained to the two of them, and then got into the car behind.

Seeing this, Yun Mingchen glanced at the rearview mirror, remembered the license plate number, and stepped on the accelerator, "Hey, Jing a9999, which license plate number is so arrogant? Let me think about it... I only remember before That Li Lingyang of the Li family is 8888..."

In the back seat of the car, Qin Zixu saw the arrogant Rolls-Royce Phantom passing in front of their car, his brows furrowed slightly, and a dark look flashed in his eyes.

Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

"Who were you just talking to?" That Aston Martin seemed to be a limited edition.

Mu Bailang loosened the buttons of his shirt, and his peach blossom eyes looked even more charming in the light of the back seat. He raised his head and glanced at Fan Yuke, asking.

“I met a friend of a friend in the circle who I didn’t know very well, so we met by chance.”

Mu Bailang raised his eyebrows, "If you can afford to drive an Aston Martin, it seems like your friend has a good background? Remember what happened to Mr. Lin last time. Remember to teach him a lesson."

"He is different from Mr. Lin. He is very polite. Seeing me standing alone on the roadside, he kindly asked me if I wanted to take their car." Fan Yuke pursed his lips in disapproval.

Comparing Mr. Lin to Qin Zixu is an insult to Qin Zixu.

Mu Bailang said softly, "Hmm", his voice did not distinguish between happiness and anger.

It's just that his eyes casually passed over the car shadow in the rearview mirror, which was a little more profound.

He glanced lazily at Fan Yuke and brought up the topic, "Having dinner with Ning Yichu, how was your meal?"

"It's good. Chuchu came here with the children. Every time I see the three little babies, I can't help but imagine that it would be great if my babies were so good in the future."

Fan Yuke didn't expect him to ask, so he answered casually.

Mu Bailang glanced at Fan Yuke's slightly protruding abdomen from the corner of his eyes, and thought of Chen Bao's little guys. Although he was a little disgusted with Ning Yichu, he had to admit that their genes were indeed good.

"My child will never be worse than Lao Li."

"What if you don't obey?"

"Then stuff it back and regenerate."

Fan Yuke couldn't help but give him a few big looks.

Night flashed outside the car window, and the lights of high-rise buildings receded one after another.

Fan Yuke met Mu Bailang's eyes, those deep and charming peach blossom eyes, and it seemed that he could get his infinite affection with just one look.

Even though she knew it was just an illusion, and that her peach-blossom eyes were so affectionate even when looking at a dog, she still shamefully heard her own accelerated heartbeat.

However, at this moment, when Mu Bailang turned the steering wheel, a breeze blew in from the window, bringing with it a very light and familiar smell of women's perfume.

When Xu Shiyin came to Mu's house before, she used this perfume.

Without close contact, the perfume will not stay so long, and Xu Shiyin's spray is not strong...

Did they meet again this afternoon?

But didn’t I mean that Tian Tian was free before?

The subtle throbs in her heart were buried in her heart for a moment.

Just as the car had arrived at the door of the Mu family's old house, the driver opened the door for the two of them. Mu Bailang turned around and got out of the car, then walked to the passenger seat and stretched out his hand to Fan Yuke, "Come on down."

Fan Yuke paused and glanced at the man's big palm, but did not give him her hand. Instead, he quickly got out of the car and ran away pretending to be relaxed.

"Don't treat me like a child!"

When I got home, Grandma Mu was in the living room. She got wool from nowhere and was knitting a baby's sweater.

Seeing the two people coming in, she waved to Fan Yuke, "Yu Ke, you came back just in time to take a look at this style, how about it? When my great-grandson is born, this should be just right for him to wear!"

Fan Yuke passed by. The little sweater was in the shape of a cute little bear. The fabric of the sweater was very soft, and most of it was left unfinished.

"Grandma, this is very beautiful, even more beautiful than the ones bought outside!" Fan Yuke praised sincerely.

Grandma Mu smiled and narrowed her eyes. She held Fan Yuke's hand and asked her to come over to see if the style was fake and the comfort was real.

"Bai Lang and the little girl from the Xu family were playmates when they were young, but they weren't that close because they lived in a villa area at that time. It was rumored that they were childhood sweethearts."

Afraid that Xu Shiyin's matter might still bother Fan Yuke, she explained with a smile, "She came over without saying hello that day. When she comes, we, grandson and grandson, will take Bailang out to play together and not have anything to do with her!"

Fan Yuke couldn't laugh or cry, "Grandma..."

Grandma is doing this for her own good, but the relationship between Mu Bailang and Xu Shiyin is not something they can decide.

On the second floor, Mu Bailang had already walked up the stairs. He glanced down at Mu Bailang and grandma through the railing, then turned to ask the servant to put some water in for a shower.

After entering the room, Mu Bailang took off his coat. Today's new young secretary was dressed up and smelled of perfume. She deliberately "fell" in his arms when delivering documents to him.

Although he has lived among thousands of flowers, he keeps his work and play very separate.

Immediately, he kicked the person out without hesitation.

As for the dress she touched, Mu Bailang handed it to the maid without thinking, "Take it and throw it away."