Three Treasures from Heaven, CEO Daddy Can't Run

When Jiang Nuantang said this, Qiao Xueyuan was lying on a wool blanket in the reception area flipping through her idol's live video.

When he saw something exciting, he raised his phone to share it with Jiang Nuantang.

"Brother Xu Bai's high notes are amazing! Mr. Jiang, look, there's a red mole on his ear bone."

On the screen, the young man looked up in the center of the stage, his sweaty silver hair sticking to the sides of his neck.

"Put away your perverted smile."

Mu Yunqian walked in with a cup of milk tea in hand, his dark green shirt unbuttoned to the third button:

"Who was it that Shen Mingxiu pushed into the fire escape at Milan Fashion Week last week?"

Before Mu Yunqian finished speaking, Qiao Xueyuan immediately interrupted him, as if she had been stabbed in pain. She looked flustered and wanted to cover his mouth:

"Shut up! If you don't know how to speak, just shut up!"

Qiao Xueyuan picked up the pillow and threw it over, and a suspicious red color appeared on the tips of her ears.

Mu Yunqian nimbly dodged the pillow she threw at him.

I am not afraid of death.

"What? You can't even tell the truth?"

Having said this, Mu Yunqian stopped and looked her up and down.

Finally, he touched his chin and came to a conclusion thoughtfully.

"You look quite guilty."

This one sentence made Qiao Xueyuan feel even more uncomfortable all over.

But she soon calmed down.

After calming down, she cleared her throat, raised her hand to push her long hair back, and said sarcastically, feeling quite uncomfortable:

"I think it's good when you don't talk!"

Perhaps because she felt that this argument was not convincing, Qiao Xueyuan changed the subject:

"Why are you still here? Didn't you say before that the company would go bankrupt without you?"

This was the excuse Mu Yunqian had given when he had boasted to her before.

At first she just responded with a disdainful sneer.

Today I finally have the chance to throw the original words back to him.

Mu Yunqian naturally still remembered what he had said, but he was too thick-skinned and remained calm even when a boomerang was thrown at him.

He retorted solemnly:

"I did say that, but there's another sentence behind it: Even if the sky falls, I still have Sister Nuan to hold it up!"

This sentence can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

He not only praised Jiang Nuantang, but also explained the rationality of his actions.

After all, Qiao Xueyuan was not as thick-skinned as him, so she finally stopped the argument.

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The celebration banquet was scheduled at the 270-degree viewing floor of Genting Hotel. Qiao Xueyuan changed into a pair of flat shoes and followed Jiang Nuantang step by step through the crystal corridor.

The moment the door of the box opened, Xu Xingye, who was eating chicken wings, almost choked.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang!"

The young men stood up collectively, and Zhou Xubai knocked over his red wine glass in panic.

When the scarlet wine flowed over the snow-white tablecloth, Qiao Xueyuan had already pulled out a silk scarf and pressed it on the back of the boy's hand:

"Watch out for broken glass."

Jiang Nuantang caught a glimpse of Su Rui's twitching mouth, raised his eyes and glanced at Qiao Xueyuan, and the other party then restrained himself a little.

It started to rain when the party ended. Jiang Nuantang stopped by the revolving door and asked, "Where's Xue Yuan?"

"She said she was going to touch up her makeup."

Before Meng Qian finished speaking, there was a dull thud of something heavy falling to the ground in the emergency passage.

Qiao Xueyuan stumbled out, her lipstick smudged to the corner of her lips, and a red mark was clearly imprinted on her wrist. Someone in the dark laughed:

"Ms. Joe's revenge is to pour an ice bucket down my shirt?"

Jiang Nuantang protected the man behind him and watched Shen Mingxiu walk out of the shadows. The man's collar was wide open, and water marks were flowing down the texture of his belt. The Patek Philippe in his palm was still dripping.

On the way back, Qiao Xueyuan touched up her lip gloss fiercely in front of the makeup mirror: "Too insidious! If he hadn't locked me in the bathroom first."

While putting on makeup, Qiao Xueyuan angrily accused Shen Mingxiu of his evil deeds:

"Do you need me to find someone to teach you self-defense?"