After rebirth, the group's beloved daughter exploded the audience

Mu Xingrui's eyes were fierce and trembling, full of the aura of keeping strangers away.

Mo Beichen was in the first year of junior high school, and she could only be in the fifteenth year.

In an instant, she dialed a series of numbers.

In a stylish cafe standing in downtown Jiangcheng City, Mu Xingrui put on light clothes and waited there early.

She stirred the cup of steaming coffee boringly, her eyes dull and numb.

Until a pair of steady steps stood in front of her: "Ruirui!"

Looking up, a face with thick eyebrows and three-dimensional delicate features came into her eyes. She immediately raised the corners of her mouth and shouted excitedly from her throat.

"Lin Zhuoxiao!"

The two exchanged a few words, and Mu Xingrui immediately pretended to be pitiful, with tears moistening his eyes, arousing pity.

Lin Zhuoxiao felt distressed, her brows and eyes were filled with pity, and she looked at her with admiration in her eyes: "What's wrong Ruirui? What happened?"

"You have been abroad for many years, and you are thinking about our friendship. Are you willing to do me a favor?" Mu Xingrui frowned, with expectations in his eyes.

Like a helpless little white rabbit seeking shelter.

She had Lin Zhuoxiao under control, and she blamed Mo Beichen for her fooling around with him back then.

Now she is doing it all over again, once again taking advantage of the man who has always been thinking about her.

Lin Zhuoxiao is also obsessed with things, but she never shirks her requests, and this time is no exception.

"Your business is my business, and I am willing to go to hell for you!" Lin Zhuoxiao held her cold, temperatureless hand and spoke affectionately from the bottom of her throat.

"Zhuo Xiao, you are so kind." Mu Xingrui said softly and leaned on him, but there was a cunning light in her eyebrows, as if she was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Without Mu Jiayin, she can still thrive.

Su Qianrou is not qualified to be Mrs. Mo in a legitimate way!

Mohs.

Li Mu entered Mo Beichen's office with his tablet. With the movement of the Enter key in his hand, an email was immediately sent to Mo Beichen's mailbox.

"Mr. Mo, the invitation to Li's music event tonight has been delivered."

"I understand." Mo Beichen responded indifferently, keeping his eyes on the documents under his eyes.

There was no emotion in his serious look, and his sharp aura was overwhelming.

When Li Mu took a look and was about to leave, Mo Beichen suddenly said in an enlightened voice from behind: "Go and get the couture back."

Li Mu was stunned, then responded with a smile: "I'll go right away."

Should I say it or not, Mo Beichen was quite fond of Su Qianrou. For this concert, he had specially made a tailor-made dress for her some time ago.

Maybe this is his hindsight. Gaining after losing feels precious.

As soon as Li Mu left, he called Su Qianrou.

At this time, Su Qianrou was working on her graduation thesis in front of the computer, preparing to end the last period of her academic career.

"If you have anything to do, tell me!" Su Qianrou's tone was anxious and curt, without any good temper.

"Get ready and accompany me to the concert tonight." Mo Beichen said leisurely, not intending to give Su Qianrou any choice.

Su Qianrou was dissatisfied. What she didn't like the most was participating in unnecessary entertainment, and a feeling of anxiety and irritation immediately came over her.

"I'm not going." Su Qianrou refused simply, her tone as cold as ice.

not going?

Mo Beichen has never been a sheep who is led by the nose. He has many means to manipulate her. "If you don't go, then I will have to announce the time of our marriage alone." His words were half-joking and innocent.

Su Qianrou's heart trembled violently. Through the screen, she seemed to be able to see the mystery of his deep black eyes under his beautiful face.

This damn man was forcing her to submit again.

Her unconvinced snort fell, and she reluctantly agreed: "I understand, I'll go. Isn't it okay if I go?"

Mo Beichen got his wish and smiled tenderly: "Get ready, I will pick you up tonight."

The concert was held in the hotel lobby of the Li Group. Although it was said that it was to cultivate temperament and add an artistic atmosphere, it was secretly a business war.

Mo Beichen was used to such occasions, but he still wanted to attend for one purpose, and that was to establish Su Qianrou's status as Mrs. Mo.

In the car, Su Qianrou was squirming, her expression and posture were extremely unnatural, and the word "embarrassment" was written on her beautiful face.

In her previous life, she was an agent who risked her life and death to perform tasks, so how could she have the chance to wear a dress.

The original owner is really envious of others.

"Aren't you used to it?" Mo Beichen looked sideways at him, his dark eyes filled with interest.

"It doesn't feel right for me." Su Qianrou's face was tense from beginning to end.

Mo Beichen chose a white sequined tube top mermaid dress for her, which not only made her elegant, but also highlighted her figure.

Su Qianrou only thought that he was making things difficult for her, and she always looked at him with a kind of anger.

"I think it's a good fit."

As he finished his interesting words, the car suddenly extinguished the sound of the engine.

The lobby is bright and luxurious, with men in suits and leather shoes and women in haute couture dresses. They gather together talking and laughing.

"Mr. Mo is here!"

Some people began to pay attention to Mo Beichen and Su Qianrou, and came up to show their courtesy.

Mo Beichen was busy with business and entertaining them, with a fake smile on his face.

Su Qianrou was most annoyed by being among these people who had their own agendas. She wanted to leave early, but Mo Beichen dragged her back to her.

Mo Beichen's hands once groped her slender waist.

"I asked you to come and listen to music with me." Mo Beichen's thin lips were pressed against his ear, and his warm breathing was rising and falling clearly.

"I don't have that interest. You forced me to come." Su Qianrou curled her lips without giving him any face.

Mo Beichen frowned, feeling helpless to do anything to her.

At this time, those with eyesight caught the delicate scene of their love and hurriedly asked jokingly: "Is this Mrs. Mo?"

Su Qianrou didn't want to take this title, she wanted to deny it immediately, and she didn't want to let Mo Beichen take over the topic again.

"Yes, our wedding is scheduled for next month. I hope everyone can support it." He calmly faced the media cameras, his tender eyes wandering over Su Qianrou from time to time.

Su Qianrou glared at him fiercely and gave him a sharp warning.

When did she agree?How could she, the client, not know this!

The two interacted a lot with each other's eyes and became a talented and beautiful woman in everyone's eyes.

"Congratulations, Mr. Mo!"

"We will definitely be there on time!"

The concert began with a touching violin performance, with winding and exciting timbre.