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"Impossible, impossible!" Mu Jingcheng shook his head quickly. "C group is the most powerful company in the world. How can it be..."

"Mu Jingcheng, are you not confident, or do you not believe me?" Qu Shaochen interrupts her self denial and looks at her with a face asking, "is this thing so unbelievable?"

Except for the moment of surprise, all the other expressions on her face were negating it.

The girl's reaction hurt him a little.

Is she really so incompetent in her heart?

"Not untrustworthy, but..." Mujing orange thought about it, and then said, "that's C group! The leading multinational group in the world is not an ordinary company. "

"So what?" Qu Shaochen looks at her carefully.

"You don't mean it, do you?" Mu Jingcheng still can't believe him, but this time his eyes are no longer so casual, but looking at him with some doubts, "are you really the president of C group?"

"Do I have to be kidding you?" Qu Shaochen's eyebrows are slightly raised.

Mu Jingcheng's eyes narrowed slightly at him, as if There is no need for that.

It's just How can she believe such sudden and powerful news?

Although she knew that this man was not simple, even when she opened her eyes and saw him, she felt that his aura was very strong, but Is not the president of such a powerful company?

The important thing is that he is already so good, but he is mess!

Before that, she felt that she was not worthy of him. Now she feels that they are not people in the same world.

C group

I don't know why, at the thought of this word, she couldn't help looking up at the sky.

It's a company that is high above the world and dare not even dream of climbing. When she was in University, she once thought that if she had the chance to enter that company for internship in her life, even for one day, she would wake up in a dream.

But now She became the boss of that company overnight?

Such exciting news, let alone now, even in a dream, she would not believe it!

"That..." Mujing orange thought about it, but she didn't want to play this IQ game with Qu Shaochen. Whether it was true or false, she didn't want to continue the topic, "I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

Looking at this guy or not willing to face the reality, district little Chen helplessly smile, then just way, "have! What would you like to eat? "

"Anything is fine, just enough to eat!" Mu Jingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, and he finally stopped talking about C group.

But Is he joking or is he real?

With this in mind, Mujing orange came to the restaurant of this hotel.

The restaurant is mainly western food, the environment is more elegant, better than any restaurant she has ever seen in B city.

Mujing orange watched the waiter come forward, handed the menu with a smile, and politely said something in Greek.

English is not strange, but Greek is never heard of.

Just when she didn't know how to deal with it, Qu Shaochen opened her mouth freely.

"You speak Greek?" After the waiter left, Mu Jingcheng looked at him in surprise. How many secrets does this man have that he doesn't know?

"A little bit!" District Shaochen smile, and then turn to Ozawa, "there are children's entertainment area, boring words can go to play with children."

Ozawa turned his head to take a look, eyebrows slightly closed, "not interested!"

Looking at his son just playing with transformers, Mu Jingcheng worried, "Ozawa, if you only play with this, will you become autistic?"

Ozawa did not respond to Mujing orange. Instead, he looked at Qu Shaochen helplessly, "Dad, when can mom recover my memory?"

He doesn't like such a mother, not at all!

"Soon!" Qu Shaochen smiles, reaches out his hand and caresses Ozawa's head, "go play for a while, have dinner for a while."

"Well!" Ozawa nodded, put transformers on the dining table, then turned and walked to the children's entertainment area.

Looking at Ozawa some helpless steps, Mujing orange puzzled to see District less Chen, "your son seems not to like me."

"He's your son, too!" Qu Shaochen emphasizes this fact, but his face is still with a doting smile, "jealous?"

"What vinegar do I eat?" Mu Jingcheng glanced at him and then said, "anyway, for me, you are the same as him Strange

In fact, to her, the two men were no longer strangers.

But the strangeness still reminds her all the time, reminds her The memory that oneself lose, for oneself, is how precious, also is how strange.

"Strange?" Qu Shaochen was a little displeased with her words. "Up to now, Ozawa and I are still so It doesn't matter? ""Not unimportant, but..."

Just at this time, the waiter came over and watched her put dishes of delicious food that she had never seen before in front of her. Mujing orange's eyes couldn't help shining, "my God, what are these?"

"This hotel's signature dish is also a Greek specialty." Qu Shaochen knew that she was hungry, so he didn't care with her, "what's the taste of compensation?"

Looking at him passing the knife and fork to himself, Mu Jingcheng lowered his head in shame, "I'm sorry, I just..."

"Nothing! Ozawa and I don't mind. " District Little Chen magnanimous smile, "who let you be the woman that we love most!"

For a moment, Mujing orange could not say anything.

I regard them as strangers, but in their heart, I am the most important.

Such an obvious contrast suddenly made her feel ashamed.

"What's the matter?" Qu Shaochen looks at her with concern.

"Nothing!" Mu Jingcheng shakes his head and looks at the dishes on the table. His guilt is deeper and heavier. "Am I particularly irresponsible and heartless?"

"Well, a little."

"In that case, why did you choose me? Why... "

"Because you are my wife, my son's mother!" Qu Shaochen looked at her seriously, "no matter what you become, you will always be the woman of Qu Shaochen."

At this moment, the orange heart of Mu Jing suddenly gets sour, and a mist rises in his eyes.

Just then, the waiter came again.

Looking at her putting several dishes on their table again, Mu Jingcheng exclaimed, "my God, are you ordering all these?"

At least a dozen dishes. Is this man crazy?

How did the three of them eat?

Just at this time, the cell phone of Qu Shaochen rings.

He took a look at the caller ID, glanced warily at Mr. Murai, then stood up, "I'll take a call," and walked out of the restaurant.