Returning with cubs, ex-husband begged for reunion

Two adults and one child had dinner together with laughter and laughter.

In a certain car outside the restaurant, a certain man narrowed his eyes, his expression was serious, and his knuckles on the steering wheel were clearly defined.

"Amazing! As expected of you, Sheng Nanzhi, who rejected my dinner invitation and brought the children and Xie Jingze to a candlelight dinner!"

Angry, Fu Chenmo took out his mobile phone, made a call and made an appointment with his best friend, "Go to Nightingale for a drink tonight."

Mu Chen, who had just taken over the Mu family, was so busy that he was dizzy. When he heard Fu Chenmo say that he was going to Nightingale, he became excited, "The sun is coming out from the west today? Mr. Fu, a workaholic, wants to go to Nightingale to relax?"

Fu Chenmo really didn't like Mu Chen's mouth, and always felt that a man shouldn't talk so much, but he had no choice but to make friends, and Mu Chen was one of his few friends, so there was nothing he could do.

"By the way, I'll call Li Yuheng."

"Li Yuheng? The successor of China Development Bank? When did you hang out with him? Isn't he the kind of rich second generation you look down on the most, who has no qualifications and is just waiting to take over?"

Fu Chenmo was merciless in front of Mu Chen, and smiled sarcastically, "I don't have any qualifications, I'm just waiting for the rich second generation to succeed me, Mu Chen, do you want to look in the mirror, isn't it you?"

"Fu Chenmo, I warn you, don't slander me all the time, I am now leading Mu Shi to become bigger and stronger, and then I will be an opponent that you should not underestimate!"

Now, Fu Chenmo couldn't help laughing out loud, "You really don't, I'm really afraid that you'll get rid of Mrs. Mu, and Mr. Mu will have to come out of the mountain again by then. His old man is not in good health. Just let the old man rest in the hospital."

Mu Chen pursed his lips when he couldn't say Fu Chenmo, "I don't have time to talk to you anymore, I'll call Boss Nightingale and tell him to clear the place."

Haicheng, where night falls, is full of feasting and feasting.

Nightingale is located in the bustling area of ​​the city center, but there are very few cars parked in front of it tonight.

In the distance, a speeding Aston Martin approached like a gust of wind, the sound of the engine was deafening, and after a sudden brake, a long black mark was drawn on the ground.

Mu Chen put one hand on Fu Chenmo's shoulder, looked at the people who got off the car, and said teasingly, "Li Yuheng is getting more and more playful, kid."

Fu Chenmo was thinking about the scene in the restaurant dully, his face was tense in an originally relaxed place.

Nightingale cleared the show tonight, and all the young models were called to the f8888 private room specially built for Fu Chenmo.

The huge private room seemed a bit crowded under Yingying Yanyan's enrichment.

Li Yuheng joked: "I never thought that this meal was invited to me in this way."

Mu Chen raised his eyebrows, and inspected a circle of young models, "Boss Wu, it's not very good, this group of young models, don't you know what cards are on today? Get some celebrities!"

Boss Wu smiled apologetically, "My fault, my fault, don't mind Mr. Fu, I'll just change the batch."

Boss Wu, who came out of the private room, had a dark face, "I don't know if Mr. Fu is coming tonight? Dare to get anything here? Find some well-known ones!"

Ten minutes later, another group of people was brought in.

Fu Chenmo was a little impatient, "Mu Chen, I called you out to drink, what are you doing all this fancy?"

Mu Chen taunted him, "Mr. Fu is so busy with work, is he out of touch with the times? Drinking is like this now, and you should be less busy with work on weekdays, or you will really become old-fashioned! Come, come, pick someone who is more pleasing to the eye, and accompany him If you drink together, maybe Mr. Fu can forget your hurt, right?"

"What hurts? Be careful with your wording!"

Fu Chenmo raised his head, but accidentally caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. He squinted his eyes, recalled in his mind for a long time, and finally remembered.

Isn't this Sheng Nanzhi's friend, Xia Yiyan?

He remembered that he asked Lao Zhou to arrange a lot of work for her, so why did she still appear here?

Xia Yiyan was squeezed among a group of people, she looked a little flustered, and played with her mobile phone with her head down.

On the other side, just as Sheng Nanzhi put Duomi to sleep, the phone dinged.

A WeChat message for help flashed in his pupils.