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Chapter 94 Returning from Nirvana, Has a Man Seen the Photos (5)
"Look at the Y's mouth." Li Yunling patted the back of You Yingrui's hand, "The house in Yiyun's capital is still vacant, and housekeeper Xiao arranges people to clean it regularly. When will you move back?"

"This..." You Yingrui glanced at Ming Chengyou.

"Mom, we've found a good place. Besides, people lived there, so it's not suitable for Ying Rui."

When You Yingrui heard this, a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Li Yunling thought about it, and nodded, "That's right. Before, I only wanted to be in the same family. The marriage between the Ming and Fu families was originally promoted by Fu Ran. Now think about it, so what if the real family is in the same family? It's not like they are in trouble."

Ming Chengyou crossed his left leg, and Fu Ran's name rushed into his ears. You Yingrui raised his head and looked at him cautiously. To a name that has nothing to do with me, just a stranger.

Li Yunling also has her own selfishness. Although You Yingrui is a commoner now, she has at least been educated by the Fu family for the first 20 years, and she has the characteristics of a daughter in her bones.

"Auntie, let the past unhappy things go."

"You're right," Li Yunling pointed to the vase on the coffee table, "Did you see the flowers inside? I planted them myself, you guys will bring some back later."

You Yingrui accompanied Li Yunling to her garden to enjoy the flowers, and Ming Chengyou opened his closed eyes. There was no ripple at the bottom of the unfathomable pond. Now he can hide all his emotions deeply, letting others No prying eyes.

Fu Ran was holding the activity list that Kuang Zi gave her, and the hard paper made her palms hurt a little. The business of her studio has been good in the past two years, and it all depends on Ming Zheng's relationship.

Fu Ran stood at the entrance of MR Company. The whole office building towered into the sky, and the glass curtain wall reflected the clouds sliding across the sky. She walked slowly into the main hall and handed the prepared badge to the security guard.

The road is smooth, today is the first press conference held by the CEO of MR, how many people are struggling to get a green card, not only for tomorrow's headlines, but also to see the demeanor of this man who has recently swept the city .

Fu Ran doesn't like to join in the fun, but for him, after all, seeing a lot of adjectives applied to him every day, it is inevitable that he is also curious.

After the press conference, there was a reception held inside MR, and Fu Ran was in charge of the dance for the opening ceremony.

She will no longer be in such a hurry as when she first set foot in it. In this line of work, she has grasped the rules and has been able to do it with great success.

The two newly recruited teachers in the dance room were recently hired by Fu Ran with a high salary, and they were specially hired for such large-scale activities.

The press conference was held in the auditorium. After Fu Ran finished the inspection, she followed the sound to the door. She saw dozens of reporters crowding in front, and all the red velvet-covered chairs behind were vacant.

She walked down the stairs step by step, and she couldn't walk very fast on the inclined slope, otherwise she would stumble.

The reporters set up the machines, ready to go, and whispered to each other in twos and threes. On the press platform on the high platform of the auditorium, there were nameplates standing there, and the seat in the middle read: CEO—LVAN
"Could it be a foreigner?"

"It must be. The powerful character from Wall Street must be a middle-aged foreigner with blue eyes and a high nose bridge."

A female reporter standing on the left was unconvinced, "Why is it middle-aged? Maybe it's a handsome man in his thirties?"

Fu Ran picked a seat and sat down. It seems that this news runner has a better gossip factor than others.

There was a sound of footsteps in the passage of the auditorium, and the head of the planning department walked in front, "Everyone from the press, please take a seat, the MR press conference will start soon."

The originally crowded crowd gradually dispersed and took their seats according to the established seats.

Seeing that there were numbers of newspaper offices in front of her, Fu Ran got up and went to the middle seat.

The first ones to enter the auditorium were indeed a few foreigners. It seemed that what they said earlier was true.Fu Ran quietly got up and wanted to leave.

She turned to go out.

There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd behind him, which was not trivial, but seemed to shock the entire reporter circle.

"Ming San Shao!" Someone couldn't help blurting out.

Fu Ran was stuck in place like a stiff stone statue, her right foot stepped back lightly, her ears were deaf for a moment, someone's hand accidentally touched the microphone, and the hissing sound instantly pulled her back to her senses. .

Fu Ran clenched her hands and turned around slowly.

A man in a silver-gray handmade suit strided forward among the crowd. He had short black hair, facial features carefully outlined by strokes like an Asura, and his cool thin lips with a mocking smile. His power really made these people who wished to kill him in terms of language two years ago come back shyly.

Young and frivolous flamboyance and unruliness settled in his eyes, and the dominance that belonged to Ming Sanshao also turned into an attitude of ease and flexibility. In Fu Ran's eyes, the figure of the man approached step by step the throne that belonged to the CEO. The secretary pulled out the chair for him, and he tapped three times on the edge of the table with his fingers bent, and then sat down proudly in all his splendor.

"You are MR CEO LVAN?"

"It's true." The man smiled enigmatically, and there was a mysterious mystery hidden between his brows, which made people want to explore but had to be submerged in the boundless darkness.

The reporters sat in the front row one by one, only Fu Ran stood there dumbfounded.

Ming Chengyou didn't need to raise his head, he could spot this other guy from the corner of his eye.

His gaze was only fixed on Fu Ran for no more than three seconds, without joy, surprise, or anything.

Fu Ran opened his mouth, but when he turned his eyes away, he couldn't utter a word.

"Third Young Master, when did you return to China?"

"Third Young Master, may I ask why you thought of spending money on Shisong?"

"Third Young Master, why did you leave Ying'an City?"

Questions followed one after another, which Fu Ran wanted to know.

The man sitting next to Ming Chengyou picked up the microphone, "Please ask questions one by one."

"I invested in Shisong because I had a fancy for this land. I left Ying'an City and went to Wall Street alone. I naturally wanted to make a name for myself. In less than two years, whether it is long or short, I chose to come back. , because my roots are here."

(End of this chapter)