Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

The moment she heard Mu Wanqing's name, Wen Xiaorou, who had been holding Mi Fan's arm affectionately, suddenly widened her eyes in horror: Mu Wanqing? !She is... Mu Wanqing? !

After a short moment of astonishment, she eagerly turned her head to look at Yang Mufan, wanting to see his reaction.

However, Yang Mifan was as expressionless as if she was looking at a stranger, and she extended her hand politely: "Miss Mu, hello."

Outsiders may not be able to see any clues, but...she who has always been as careful as dust, still noticed the abnormality of admiring Fan at a glance.

Although his face was calm, the knuckles of the fingers holding the stem of the slender champagne glass were white, revealing his thoughts.

Originally, Wen Xiaorou wanted to deceive herself and imagine that this woman just happened to have the same name and surname as that woman.

But now...

Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes and looked at the big hand stretched out in front of her.

Under the dazzling white light, I admire Fan Fan's unusually clean right hand, which is evenly slender and extremely beautiful.

She has never seen that in the world, whether it is a man or a woman, it can be so beautiful with a human hand.

Just like the unique, irreplaceable, most perfect and most precious artwork in the world, it exudes shining porcelain white light.

At the same time, it also contains endless power.

Subconsciously, Mu Wanqing thought: Such a perfect hand cannot be touched casually.

So, she just stared straight at it.

Thoughts flew away inexplicably.

In his memory, his hands were big and warm, with a thin layer of habit calluses growing on the palms and sides of his fingers, so they were a bit dry and rough.

But it is such a pair of hands, but there is a force that makes people feel stable.

She couldn't help thinking: When was the last time I held hands with Yang Mifan? !

For a long time, it seems to be a matter of the previous life.

Mu Wanqing firmly pulled into the little hands hanging on her sides, the sharp nails dug into the flesh, the pain was so painful that blood was about to overflow.

Originally wanted to shake hands with him, but... admired Fan's hand, and would never hold her again.

He no longer belongs to her.

So, Mu Wanqing just smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, hello."

She didn't reach out.

At the scene, because of Mu Wanqing's reaction, there was a little embarrassment.

Admiring Fan didn't have much emotion, he kept his face and withdrew his hand naturally.

Teng Wanfeng gave Mu Wanqing a gloomy and angry look, and then hurriedly jumped out to cheer up the atmosphere: "President Yang, I heard that you just bought Qin Wandong's piece of land recently, and plan to invest in the construction of a resort..."

When Teng Wanfeng and Yang Mufan were talking about finance, investment, and stocks, Mu Wanqing was a little restless.Especially when she felt Wen Xiaorou's gaze, staring straight at her.

Just as Teng Wanfeng was about to say goodbye to him while chatting with Yang Mufan, the hall suddenly became agitated.

Looking along the source of the sound, Mu Wanqing saw a white-haired but energetic old man coming down from the second floor and walking straight to the platform in front of the hall.

When Mu Wanqing was wondering about the old man's identity, she found out in horror: Beside the old man, there was a gorgeously dressed... Tang Moyu? !

The old man walked to the center of the stage, and someone came up with a microphone studded with diamonds.

He took it, and the loud and energetic voice echoed and circled in the hall.

"First of all, I would like to thank all the distinguished guests present for coming to this small feast organized by Tang..."

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