How can the president be fierce

Chapter 4 Are you going to sleep after the script is changed?

The status of Yinhai Group in Liangcheng can be seen from this. Who dares to stop the people his prince Xihe wants to bring over.

Xiao Qianrou took a sip of champagne: "Continue to check."

Over there, Xihe finally got rid of a group of old vixens who were clinging and complimenting him non-stop, and walked over to the man who was sitting leisurely by the pool drinking red wine.

Said that he was drinking red wine, but in fact, after the whole night, he only took a couple of symbolic sips.

Picky guy, a few sips of 82-year-old Lafite can make him feel like this.

Xiga let out a low snort, and sat down beside him.

Liang Musheng's classic jet-black suit is in stark contrast to Xiga's pure white suit. One is reckless and noble, revealing the indifference of being thousands of miles away, and the other is chic and charming, with all capital letters in every gesture. .

Such a landscape-like existence attracted more and more attention from everyone.

Xihe shook the champagne glass, and looked at him frivolously with a pair of peach eyes: "What? Are you interested in Xiao Qianrou?"

His insight has always been precise, so naturally he would not miss the small details that he would pause for a second every time his gaze swept over Xiao Qianrou.

A handsome man with deep brows and eyes, but his whole body is indifferent and cold, his fingers resting on the table twitch slightly, in the night, his black eyes are as dark as splashed ink: "Next week, we will hold a party at Yinhe Mansion , invite him over."

Xi He was taken aback: "Why?"

He has always been very territorial, he only likes to hang out at other people's parties, and never hosts parties to let others go wild on his territory.

When he asked why, Liang Musheng had already got up, adjusted his suit casually, and left early.

……

As soon as he returned to Yinhe Mansion, the butler Zhou Bo personally handed over the freshly brewed tea: "Master, do you want dinner?"

Liang Musheng raised his hand to signal him to take the tea away: "Go to the wine cellar and find a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite."

Uncle Zhou was taken aback.

The young master has always been picky about the cost of food and clothing. He never touches wines like 82-year-old Lafite.

Seeing him standing still, the man's brows were depressed: "Aren't you going?"

Uncle Zhou came back to his senses, and hurriedly replied: "Yes."

Fortunately, Xi Shao's mansion is next to him, and he should find such a bottle in his wine cellar, so he should save it first.

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In early autumn, the night was already cold, and the cold red wine soaked in the wine cellar was poured over, and Qing Xiaomo almost screamed and jumped up.

After being sad all night, I finally felt a little sleepy, and was just woken up by him.

She wiped the wine off her face and said anxiously, "Are you crazy?!"

Liang Musheng casually poured another half a glass of red wine, his cold eyes seemed to be stained with the luster of wine, showing a bit of thrilling charm: "You will sleep after the script is changed?"

Qing Xiaomo glared at him angrily, and said every word: "No, yes!"

The man seemed to sneer, arrogant and mocking.

　Qing Xiaomo's children's shoes said: One day I will splash it back!You wait for me! ps: remember to collect all the children's shoes that follow the article, and comment, so that I can see your beautiful, cute, cosmic, invincible and tender little faces? (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
　　
　
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