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But until now, it seems that there is no ink Yufeng's figure.

It may be a surprise, after all, the protagonist will come out at the end.

At half past eight in the evening, the party officially began.

The surrounding lights were dim, only a bunch of chasing lights hit the host.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, today is the 30th birthday party of Mr. Mo Yufeng, President of MS international. You are specially invited to the scene..."

The host took the microphone and said a long series of sentences, and also invited the senior management of MS international to give a speech.

There is a description of the development of MS international in recent years, as well as some views on the president.

A few minutes' speech contains all the efforts of MS international.

MS international is also their most powerful backing, so that people working here can feel the charm of the group, and they are proud of MS international.

At this moment, the sweat they have paid for it has become particularly worthwhile, and also witnessed the president's step-by-step progress.

The president is their belief and the direction of their dreams. Let them enjoy it and ignore the consequences

When these people are full of passion after the speech, the host can not hide the excited expression.

"Next, let's invite the chairman of MS international, Mo Zhentian."

Next, I saw an old man in a long gown coming on stage.

Three years later, Mo Zhentian is getting older and older, and the wrinkles on his face due to the passage of time are more and more.

His hair was whiter and his eyes were cloudier, but no one could ignore him.

Today is the thirtieth birthday of his eldest son. Mo Zhentian says that it is impossible not to be excited.

He watched MS international get better and better in moyufeng's hands, and its development momentum has become more and more fierce, which has reached the point where more people can look forward to it.

These visible changes he saw in his eyes, even if the face does not say, the heart is also recognized.

Now standing on the stage, looking at the eyes of those people who respect or have no idea, Mo Zhentian waves his long arm.

"Today you can come is to give me this old man a face, of course, this can not deny the achievements of my eldest son, here thank you for your discipline and care..."

Some people in the audience couldn't help but take a puff at the corners of their mouths.

If you look at the whole a city or the whole country, who has the ability to discipline him.

Mo Zhentian's modest words are well known to all. Just listen to them. Don't respond to them with one bite, or they will be hard to get off.

After a long speech, Mo Zhentian arrived at the most expected link.

That is the main entrance.

It's just that at this juncture, there's a voice in the host's headset.

"The president is gone."

Moderator:.... "

She worried looking at the chairman of the stage, do not know this time to stop him from saying the name of the president is still not in time.

"Next, let's invite the president of MS international, Mo Yufeng, to give a speech."

The president of the company said in a hurry, "the chairman of the board of directors has been on the stage for a long time

Mo Zhentian's eyebrows frown, the essence in his eyes suddenly appears, sharp as an ice skate.

"When did it happen?"

"Just now." The host is afraid to be affected.

"Look! I have to be found out for me, and be sure to show him up before the end of the party. "

The sound of the sudden deterioration of Mo Zhen's weather sounded and spread to every corner of the scene through the microphone that had not been turned off.

"Yes, I will go."

The host does not care about these, compared with making a fool of herself, what she can not bear is the anger from the chairman.

The aftersound in the meeting hall seemed to make Mo Zhentian regain his mind. He looked at the microphone in his hand and the people with different looks in the stands.

"Cough." Mo Zhentian coughs twice.

People's eyes were really looking at him again.

Mo Zhentian's face did not change, calmly said: "the party begins, the opening dance is free, ink Yufeng will appear later."

After that, Mo Zhentian got off the stage.

Then the lights were on, and the music of dancing sounded, indicating that it was time to dance.

All of them said, "well

This is to say that the wind is the personality of rain, even the performance of explanation is not explained, really good?

But this is not the way to do it, but no one wants to be the first to dance.

One side felt that anziheng was standing in the middle of the crowd with her arm around Liyan's waist, slightly picking eyebrows and looking at this scene.

Then he lowered his head and blew in his daughter's ear.

"Why don't we dance?" He suggested.

"Come on, young master. How can I not cooperate with you?" Liyan starts to speak with the two tones in her mouth."Chivalrous woman, please."

An Ziheng cooperatively let go of Liyan's waist, stretched out a hand, slightly bent over, and made an invitation gesture.

With a smile in her eyes, Liyan put her hand in his hand with a queen like attitude and walked into the dance floor together.

With a couple to start, break the awkward atmosphere, the rest of the people are naturally more, and some people have appeared on the dance floor.

Li Yan jumped and asked an Ziheng, "where did you say Mo Yufeng went? Even if he is not satisfied with the birthday party that his father insists on holding for him, he should not be so shameless that he doesn't show up? "

An Ziheng laughed, "ah Feng has a haughty temperament in his bones. If he doesn't want to do something, everyone can't help him, but I called him before, and he said he would come."

This is a little strange to an Ziheng.

"It's really self willed. I'm afraid the old man's lungs are going to explode. Who dares to disobey him on weekdays?"

Li Yan has a good look on her face.

Anziheng just shook his head and did not speak.

They are not only here today, but also some familiar friends.

For example, Ji Chengtian, who dances with Anya on the other side, and Xiao Shaodong, who drinks with her partner on the other side.

A little further away, and muivan was sitting on the sofa in the corner, looking as if he had nothing to do with himself.

There are many people coming tonight, but the chance to see Mo Yufeng is still small.

Muivan's mouth raised a slight smile, as if watching the sentient beings in a cold eye.

He got the news, Mo Yufeng did not refuse to attend because he did not want to come, but because of a news that could move him more than a banquet.

Think about the things that can make Mo Yufeng care so much after three years, except his cousin Gu xiatongzhi.

Who else?

At this moment, city a international airport.

Mo Yufeng is sitting in the back seat of the car. The shadow blocks his face, but his deeper and more beautiful face can be seen from the weak light.

He closed his eyes, but Li Mu, sitting in the driver's seat, could still see the president's tiny movements through the rearview mirror.

For example, the hand that seems to be casually laid on the leg is bending slightly and gently touching on the leg.

This is when the president is meditating, or when he is not calm.

Li Mu is more inclined to the latter.