The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

Xiao Yiyang narrowed his eyes, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff. His bony fingers tightly gripped the steering wheel, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Just now, when she got off the car, her cashmere coat was a little loose, and a red necklace pendant was faintly visible on her exposed neck...

He still remembered how beautiful she looked when she smiled in his dream last night.

Xiao Yiyang was distracted for a second. She had enough capital to attract men. No wonder Mu Lao cherished her so much and flew to the UK many times every year to meet with her.

If it weren't for the sudden cerebral hemorrhage that Mu Lao had suffered without warning and his hasty departure, he would have received Mu Lao's wedding invitation soon, and this girl would have been the legal wife of the billionaire. However, Mu Lao's love for her made him admire her from the bottom of his heart. He didn't expect that Mu Lao's lover would be a... He felt guilty towards Mu Lao! Some irritability surged up.

After expelling the dark circles from his eyes, he put down the chair and lay there, thinking of his wife Yu Yiran... During the days he spent with her, the trivialities of life seemed to have blurred, but there were always some warm moments that seemed to be engraved in his mind. In particular, every time he thought of her departure, it was so unforgettable, and the pain was more of self-blame and guilt.

The cell phone rang and Xiao Yiyang answered it.

"Boss Xiao? The ceremony at the Mu family has ended. Boss Mu was just looking for you and said he would like to invite you to a banquet at noon."

"Okay, I'll go back right away. Tell President Mu that I'll present the newly arrived small-leaf red sandalwood birthday box and include it in Tianjiao's gift money."

After arranging the funeral for the Mu family, he called his childhood friend Yu Haoran.

"What's going on? President Xiao?"

"Let's drink tonight." Xiao Yiyang heard a loud noise from his phone and couldn't help but frown and move the phone away.

"How dare I drink? We are under martial law these two days and we are on standby at any time! Your father is here in person, how dare I neglect him?"

Yu Haoran shouted, "Besides, if you don't drink, is it fun just to watch us having fun?"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you coming or not?!" Xiao Yiyang spat.

"Okay, okay. Let me be clear, I definitely won't drink. If your dad catches me, my mom will probably send me to your Wolong Mountain and bury me there!"

"..."

Leng Ruofei checked the flights. There was only one flight from Mocheng to Fuyang per day, and it had already taken off in the early morning. If he wanted to arrive today, he would have to transfer from Binhai. But by that time, even if he got there, the press conference would have ended long ago.

"Liuliu, I can't make it today. Please help me explain to Sister Qi. When you are done, just send the luggage over by express delivery. I will send you the address later. I need to stay in Mocheng for a while."

I sent a WeChat message. Qiao Liu should still be on the plane at this time.

Leng Ruofei made another international call.

"Hello? Merlin? It's me, Elen. I'm taking a day off..."

Merlin is the boss of Huity Fashion Company, where Leng Ruofei is employed. He is a typical British man and also an expert on China. He greatly admires Leng Ruofei's unique appreciation of clothing and her talent for fashion design, especially her unique clothing design style that incorporates Chinese elements.

Before Leng Ruofei graduated, she received an invitation from Merlin, inviting her and the company's legendary designer Alex to attend the Paris Fashion Week for their brand of menswear.

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