After wearing the book, the male protagonist next door always makes a cameo

Chapter 32 The Scorpion Queen
Because Lin Yifu hung up on the phone call from Shen Muchen without authorization, Wen Qiao was going to explain to Shen Muchen now.

Shen Muchen must be furious now.

No matter how aggressive a woman is outside, if her man gets angry, she still has to coax her.

After all, Wen Qiao still loves Shen Muchen very much.

Meiling Club No. 1, the door of the private room opened from the outside——

"Sorry, I was in a meeting just now."

Wen Qiao walked in.

On the noble purple sofa, the lights and shadows were psychedelic, the handsome man leaned back, his long legs crossed, and the psychedelic light and shadow passed over his facial features time and time again, looking unfathomable.

Her rosy lips were tightly pressed together until Wen Qiao came to his side——

The hand with Kodan's nails picked up the martini triangle from the black marble coffee table.

Shaking it lightly, she sniffed it, and placed it in front of Shen Muchen, "I said I'm in a meeting, didn't I hang up on purpose, are you still angry?"

The man didn't look at her, the arc of his jaw was tense and elegant.

Wen Qiao put down the Martin's triangle cup, laughing and laughing.

She had no choice but to move closer to the man's chin and stick it, "...Then, what about now?"

With this post, the man's expression softened significantly.

One sideways, raising her hand to touch her delicate chin, her deep eyes are so affectionate: "Jojo, you know that I love you, and I love you deeply, I can even dig out my heart for you to see, as long as you Love me too."

"crazy!"

Wen Qiao's voice was cold and quiet, and she covered his hand holding her chin: "I am here! You are here! I will always be by your side."

Her words satisfied him.

suddenly smiled...

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Wen Qiao was carried out of the clubhouse by Shen Muchen wrapped in a suit jacket.

A silver twelve-door Bentley parked there.

The bodyguard will respectfully open the door.

Shen Muchen put Wen Qiao on the back seat of the car, and then sat on it himself.

Wen Qiao leaned softly in Shen Muchen's arms, there was still a peach blush on her cheeks that hadn't faded.

After a comfortable sleep, she was already at Huo's house when she woke up.

It's eight o'clock at night.

Huo Wenyu went to Yungang in the past two days, and she was invited by one of the shareholders of Yungang's largest JR Group to attend the Jianmian Reception held by Yungang Daduhui.

The phone dinged.

A projection appeared on the white wall, and Simon's head appeared on the projection screen.

Simon is 25 years old, Wen Qiao's most capable male assistant, and one of her current think tanks.

"Mr. Wen, good evening."

Wen Qiao nodded.

"Mr. Liu, the investor, has made arrangements. The meeting time is set at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon according to your request." Simon reported one by one.

Wen Qiao's body was still a little soft, all to coax Shen Muchen.

It was also because of Shen Muchen that she pushed back the investor meeting that was originally scheduled for this afternoon.

"Got it." Wen Qiao still wanted to take a rest.

Simon nodded on the projection, waiting for Wen Qiao to hang up the video.

At this time, Wen Qiao thought of one thing. He was so busy these two days that he was delayed.

She raised her jaw slightly, her neck was slender: "Wait!"

"President Wen, please speak."

Wen Qiao sat up straight slowly.

The long, lazy and slightly curly hair looks charming and charming, like a scorpion queen.

Her slender eyes narrowed, and there was a sharp cold light in her pupils: "Go to Tiansheng to do something, besides "Young Commander", choose a good script for the upcoming script that Tiansheng will co-produce recently. Give it to someone named...Xia Ge."

Simon looked puzzled.

When did President Wen care about a little guy whose name he couldn't remember clearly?

(End of this chapter)