Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Zhou Haonan finally understood who she was talking about, rubbed his temples, and poured his anger on the business manager who had done nothing wrong, "Why are you only talking about such a big thing now? Damn it! How could Mr. Si come here?"

   "...I just got the news too."

   "Is it your reason that you just received the news?!" He stroked his forehead, as if he didn't want to say more, and roared, "Don't hurry up and inform President Li and the others!"

  The business manager is in his 40s, he has always been strong in the company, and he has always been clean and neat in his work. Being scolded by him in front of so many people, I felt aggrieved and angry, and I wanted to quit. But thinking that this job looks decent on the outside, and the income is not bad, I endured my anger again, "I'll go right away."

   Zhou Haonan was bored, "Go!"

   He can't control what the boss is now, and he has to hurry up and find a way to frame the future boss.

   The time is getting closer and closer to six o’clock.

  The reporters on both sides of the red carpet opened the camera covers one after another, and the spotlights flickered.

  Mo Qi is a popular niche student. He couldn't make it to the finale, but he left relatively late. She wore a blue suit today, and the difficult and uncontrollable color was extremely handsome in the sunshine she wore. In a crowd of male stars dominated by black and white suits, he immediately stood out. The moment she stepped on the red carpet, the screams of fans were overwhelming, showing her popularity.

   "Mo Qi."

   "Mo Qi Mo Qi!"

   "Ah! Mo Qi!"

   "Look here, look here! Woohoo, I'm going to cry."

  The fans were so excited, the flashes of mobile phones and the spotlights of reporters came one after another.

  Mo Qi waved his hand every five steps along the way, stood still, and smiled. Take another five steps to wave, stand still, smile... You don't want to look handsome, there is no dead angle in 360°. However, only she herself knew that her eyes were wandering around. Look for Sinanqing's figure.

   After searching around, she couldn't find it, so she had to go in.

   As soon as she entered, she immediately found a man in a wheelchair who was still so beautiful that she couldn't take her eyes off her. She waved her hand, "Sinan..."

   "Uh, girl Han."

   It turns out that there are two people next to Sinanqing, aren't they Fu Zhiyan and Han Xiaoye?

  Fu Zhiyan is dressed in a casual suit and looks tall and extravagant. Han Xiaoye was wearing an evening dress with a mink fur coat, with a delicate face and a very good-looking appearance.

   Mo Qi saw Han Xiaoye's eyes lit up, and walked over quickly, "Little Han, why are you here? Damn, if I had known you were coming, I could slap your plane tickets."

   "You have tens of millions of endorsements for an advertisement, and you have to worry about picking up a plane ticket?" Han Xiaoye gave her a sideways glance.

   Mo Qi smiled and touched the bridge of his nose, "It's tens of millions, you don't know, I'm just a small laborer under Zhou Papi's oppression. The landlords exploited them layer by layer, and I have very little left."

  Han Xiaoye didn't believe her words, so he poked at her directly, "Is it a few million?"

"I've run out of money." Mo Qi slyly said, "Is it easy to be a star? It's not as fast as making money. You think, you must wear all kinds of famous brands when you go out, and you can't wear a second set of famous brands. Otherwise. The next day, someone in the media wrote that you are out of breath, so you can only wear old clothes. A set of Armani is more than 100,000 yuan, and a better couture is hundreds of thousands of dollars. Once you wear it, you can't wear it again. No matter how much money I have. That's not enough."

"Xiao Niu Han, you don't know, I want to kill you. Since you moved out of my house, the quality of life of the uncle has plummeted, and he eats instant noodles every day. It's still five yuan and ten packets, the kind without seasoning packets. "

   "You eat instant noodles because Sister Shanni made you gain weight, right?" Han Xiaoye ruthlessly broke it out for her.

  Mo Qi Zhang’s teeth and claws danced, “Hey, Miss Han, if you don’t expose the uncle, you will die.”

As soon as the word    died, she felt a chill down her spine. In an instant, Na Na closed his mouth, and at the same time was half-depressed in his heart.

   It's nice to have a arrogant husband.

   After a while, a colleague approached her and chatted with her.

  Mo Qi gave Sinanqing a look and followed the man to greet him.

   As soon as she left, Han Xiaoye tortured the man in the wheelchair, "Si Nanqing, why are you here for the anniversary?"

   She had an intuition that Si Nanqing was interested in Mo Qi, but as the woman's good friend, she couldn't speak directly, so she could only inquire politely.

   Fu Zhiyan saw that she was about to get in front of the man, so he reached out and pulled her to his side.

   "Stand still." Coldly.

  Han Xiaoye still remembered that he disliked his stinky feet, ignored him, and continued to look at Sinanqing expectantly.

The person in the wheelchair looked away from Mo Qi, who was chatting with people not far away, turned his head to look at her, frowned, looked at her with psychedelic eyes, and turned his head to look at her. Fu Zhiyan was expressionless. Strangely, he said, "Su...Suri? Why are you with Zhiyan, Qin Fang?"

  Suri!

  Han Xiaoye knew that he was blind, but when he heard him call him Suri, he still wanted to pry open his head to see what was inside.

   How does she look like Suri!

   She and Rarity are not only different in height, looks, dressing styles, and even speaking voices! What's more, they seem to have met many times, at least five or six times, and he still doesn't recognize himself!

  Si Nanqing really regarded her as Suri, because in his opinion, women were all about the same length. Han Xiaoye's choked speechless silence was automatically taken as his default. Completely ignoring the depression on her face, she turned her attention to the energetic Mo Qi, and suddenly asked, "Does she have a boyfriend?"

   "Who is it?" Han Xiaoye was still depressed, when he heard Sinanqing ask, he followed his line of sight and saw Mo Qi. Immediately, the depression was thrown out of the sky, "You said Qiqi?"

   "Have you seen Qiqi?"

  Si Nanqing admitted generously, "Does she have a boyfriend?"

   "No." Han Xiaoye betrayed Mo Qi immediately, "Don't look at her as yellow as a mango, in fact she is a Nongfu Spring, pure and natural."

  Han Xiaoye knew how much Mo Qi liked Si Nanqing before. Now she is really happy to hear that Si Nanqing likes Mo Qi. I can't wait to be a matchmaker in the middle and play the wedding march for them immediately.

   "By the way, if you like Qiqi, you must be stronger." She suddenly remembered.

  Si Nanqing heard that Mo Qi didn't have a boyfriend, so he felt a lot more happy, and looked at her with eyes like stars, "Strong?"

   "Yes. Strong. Qiqi eats hard but not soft."

  Si Nanqing nodded, his fair and delicate face solemn, "I see."

   During the conversation, Mo Qi had already returned to greet them. Seeing them chatting, he subconsciously asked, "What are you talking about?"