One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

Not only did Zhuang Chuchu have thoughts in her heart, but everyone present at the scene had their own thoughts, so that the next meal was very depressing.

In the end, it was Zhou Ziyuan who put down his chopsticks and broke the silence, "I'm full and I have something else to do, so I'll be leaving first."

After finishing speaking, the woman picked up her bag, stood up, and walked quickly to the door.

Zhuang Chu came back to his senses, immediately picked up his bag, walked out, turned his head and said to Mo Nanchuan playfully, "Mo Nanchuan, see you tonight, I have a lot of questions for you."

Having said that, she blinked her left eye mischievously, then turned around and quickly followed Zhou Ziyuan.

Mo Nanchuan stared straight at the two weak backs that were gradually moving away, his thin lips were pressed together in silence, with mixed feelings.

"She's back, what do you think?"

When Xia Qinyi saw this, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes, and soon she put on a smile, pretending to be calm and teasing.

Mo Nanchuan didn't look at Xia Qinyi, but still stared there unwaveringly. After a while, he said in a low voice, "It's all over."

Zhuang Chuchu, who returned to the car, had just sent the seat belt, and immediately stared at Zhou Ziyuan with prey-like eyes, and asked, "Tell me, what happened just now?"

Zhou Ziyuan had expected that Zhuang Chuchu would ask this question a long time ago, and instead turned to the guest, he cleverly changed the subject, "The man you fancy is Long Muyun?"

Zhuang Chuchu blinked twice, then nodded in a daze.

Seeing Zhou Ziyuan, he turned his head and stopped looking at Zhuang Chuchu, but looked forward with deep meaning and said, "Chuchu, I think you'd better not like him."

These serious words made Zhuang Chuchu pause, it seemed to be a reminder, and it seemed to be a warning, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Zhuang Chuchu quickly smiled and teased, "If you like it, you just like it. How can you say that you don't like it and don't like it?"

"Well, yes."

The situation here is hot and cold, really intense, but the office of the president of the Long Group over there is very quiet.

Long Muyun was wearing an expensive white shirt, and was sitting in front of the desk. His imposing eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his deep eyes were staring straight at the computer. There was a touch of seriousness in his indifferent expression.

There seemed to be some serious problem in the notebook. After thinking for a while, he picked up his cell phone and dialed.

After a few seconds, he was connected. With a bone-chilling voice, he said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Nanchuan, check something for me."

"Well, try to hurry up."

After a few simple sentences, he hung up the phone.

At this moment, there was a pain in his stomach, which made his slightly frowning brows sink even lower.

Even so, there was still not much emotion on his face. After a few seconds, he took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer, poured a few pills into his hand, and calmly put it into his mouth to eat.

"Ding."

After eating, the cell phone that had just been used suddenly rang. Long Muyun took a sip of water and picked it up to see that it was another text message from Zhuang Chuchu.

"Mr. Long, don't skip meals just because of work. Stomach problems are bad."

Seeing Long Muyun, he curled his lips, Mo Nanchuan, Mo Nanchuan, you betrayed me very thoroughly, even your physical condition.

The night was as dark as ink, and the moon soon hung high in the sky, emitting an elegant and hazy light.

Zhuang Chuchu waited for Mo Nanchuan to go home for almost three hours. It was not until late at night that Mo Nanchuan appeared at Mo's house reeking of alcohol.

Seeing Zhuang Chuchu, she hurriedly stepped forward to support her, pinching her nose with disgust on her face, "I'll go, how much wine have you drunk?"