Chief husband, strong love!

The person in charge was stunned, and then listened to the gloating explanation of Mr. Bo, "this general manager Mu is Miss Su Yan's boyfriend. If you make a mistake next time, you'll lose your life."

Person in charge: "!"

How could he know that the man who came to watch the shooting in person was not the gold owner behind the young lady?

Obviously, it doesn't look like a subordinate.

Gu sang coughed, "Mr. mu."

He immediately got up and gave way to his position.

My cousin, who is young, is said to be the most unpredictable one. She also knows that this advertisement can't be shot without Mu Beishen's consent.

As long as Mu Beichen changes his mind and says he can be killed.

After waiting for mu Beishen to sit down, Su Yan didn't hear him correct Bo Jinrong's girlfriend.

The person in charge also ordered people to bring tea and water, open mouth and closed mouth flattery, and countless words of your girlfriend Balabala floated in his ears.

Su Yan was silent for a long time. After receiving the tea brought by the person in charge, he said carelessly, "I'm not his girlfriend."

The smile of the person in charge suddenly froze on his face.

Su Yan said with a smile, "Mr. Mu is embarrassed to explain. I'm afraid I can't stand down. But I really can't afford the misunderstanding of his girlfriend."

The person in charge smiled and almost wanted to lift the table.

These people can't afford to serve.

It took half an hour for the photographer from France to arrive.

The person in charge was almost in a hurry.

The French love to be late. It's not fun. They let the gold Lord wait for half an hour. The other party was as calm as a dog. They told themselves not to worry on the phone. He would arrive soon.

"Mr. Francis, this is..." the person in charge just wanted to introduce Mu Beichen, when he saw the other party looking at Su Yan, his face was shocked and amazing, full of foreign exaggeration.

"Miss Yan, your real person is much more beautiful than the picture." Francis was full of enthusiasm and exclamation. He looked at Su Yan without blinking. He immediately came forward to a French hug and kiss his face.

Su Yan bent her lips. She had read in France for several years and had long been used to it.

Besides, at least in the current studio, after Gu sang left, the French is probably the only one who looks good to her.

But with one arm beside her, she stopped Francis's hand with a silent step.

"Mr. Francis, that's all." He looked at each other with a smile.

Francis looked puzzled, and then heard the other party continue to speak, "this is not France. I think Mr. Francis should do as the Romans do. It's so impolite to women here."

Francis looked at his hand that hadn't touched Su Yan and was strongly blocked by him. He laughed, "offend, offend, I really don't know you're used to the same as the Middle East."

Su Yan listened to him openly mocking Mu Beishen, but smiled sincerely, while Mu Beishen's face wanted to develop in a gloomy direction.

She looks at this man for a reason.

"OK, ok..." Francis pulled his lips. "Sir, you can let me go."

Mu Beishen just let go.

The person in charge wiped a cold sweat and continued, "since Mr. Francis has seen Miss Su Yan's information in advance, I won't introduce more. This Mr. Mu is one of our investors this time..."

Francis understood immediately. Without looking at Su Yan this time, he came forward and gave Mu Beishen a face gift with a smile. The speed was too fast for the person in charge to stop