Sweet pursuit: Kiss goodnight, little sweetheart

After the official opening remarks, Xi Chen launched Xi Muhan.

"Next, let my son, Xi Muhan, the general manager of Xi's group, preside over the charity auction."

The general manager of Xi's group

The crowd was in an uproar, looking suspiciously at the teenagers in the crowd.

Xi Chen hands the microphone to Xi Muhan and signals him to come up.

Xi Muhan lightly hooked the corner of his lips, and walked slowly to Xi Chen with many eyes.

Xi Chen patted Xi Muhan on the shoulder, walked down the steps and handed over the battlefield to Xi Muhan.

Xi Muhan, holding the microphone, conquered these big men in the business and political circles with his unique personality charm.

Some people who had just talked to Xi Muhan immediately clapped their hands.

Jiang Shanshan stands below and records Xi Muhan's calm side and sends it to Yu Qiqi.

"Shanbao, are you not afraid that I will be jealous if you record other boys' videos here?"

The clear and slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind her. Jiang Shanshan's fingers holding the mobile phone were stiff.

The smile of the corner of the mouth also wants to have astringency, Mou light droops downward, "you eat not to be jealous to have what relation with me?"

"Every time I'm jealous, I like to sulk. Every time I sulk, it will hurt my liver. Don't you love me?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Can you turn around and look at me?"

"Why?"

"Because there's a surprise!"

Jiang Shanshan pursed her lips, turned her heel and turned back slowly.

What comes into view is a group of red roses. There are about ninety-nine roses in sight.

The rose was not packaged into a bouquet, but was cluttered in his hand and raised over his head,

Jiang Shanshan was stunned. It was the first time that she saw someone send roses so casually.

Besides, doesn't he feel a pain in his hand?

The rose moved down slowly, revealing the beautiful face of huangfujing.

Once again, Jiang Shanshan felt that she had been separated from others.

Huangfujing raised his foot to Jiang Shanshan and sent the roses in his hand. "I wanted to send you 999 roses, but the bouquet was too big for me to hold. I was too embarrassed to come in empty handed. So I counted the 99 roses and carried them in. The remaining 891 roses were in the trunk of the car. I'll give them to you when the evening is over."

Instead of picking up huangfujing's rose, Jiang Shanshan asked him, "does your hand hurt?"

"Ah?"

Huangfujing didn't understand why Jiang Shanshan asked. He fixed his eyes on Jiang Shanshan.

Jiang Shanshan's eyes had been staring at his hand. Huangfujing frowned and followed him to look at his hand.

There were thorns on the rose stem in his hand. Suddenly, there was a lot of pain in the palm of his hand. Huangfujing almost cried, "it hurts."

Just now he was in a hurry, and he didn't feel the thorn on the rose stick into his hand. Now Jiang Shanshan reminds him that he really wants to throw away these roses!

Jiang Shanshan didn't turn a white eye angrily, "don't you throw it away?"

"This is the first time I give you roses. How can I throw them away?"

He would rather have a sore hand than lose the rose.

Jiang Shanshan pursed her lips, "then you put it aside, I'll pick on you."

Jiang Shanshan called the waiter, and huangfujing put the rose in his hand in the tray of the waiter. He still told him seriously, "you can take it to the back and repack it for me, and give me a lot of it later, you know?"