The little beauty who was attacked by slag is not easy to chase

early morning.

Ju Xingyi followed Mu Zhifeng back to Mu's house, and he was arranged in a guest room.

Mu Zhifeng explained to him, "The room you lived in before is now occupied by Yue Yue. The guest room is prepared by my servant in advance."

It doesn't matter, Ju Xingyi shrugged, anyway, it's just for this night, and this place has nothing to do with him in the future.

The Yueyue that Mu Zhifeng was talking about was the daughter of Mu Xingxuan, the elder brother of Ju Xingyi, and the eldest granddaughter who was serious. How could his shady son compare to him.

After taking a shower in the guest room and changing out of his greasy clothes, Ju Xingyi threw himself heavily onto the soft bed.

Feeling in a trance.

Is he going to marry Cannes?

This was something he had imagined before, but never dared to hope for.

Ju Xingyi was overjoyed, he couldn't help but secretly laughed when he got under the covers, and fell asleep unknowingly, the scene of marrying Cannes was also in the dream.

Looking at the closed guest room door, Mu Zhifeng finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Sitting on the sofa exhausted, he closed his eyes and ordered: "Take care of people tonight, don't make any changes."

The butler dealt with it carefully, and looked up at the guest room on the second floor, "Master, I'm afraid it's too late for this re-customized dress. Why don't you just send someone to find a finished product and make a living?"

Mu Zhifeng waved his hand, "Don't bother, Jinnian is about the same size as him, so just use the set that was made for Jinnian earlier."

Butlers should be.

Mu Zhifeng rubbed his eyebrows, "Is there no news from Jinnian?"

"The people sent out have searched all over, and there is no news about the second young master." The housekeeper was worried, not sure whether he was worried about the second young master who had left, or the ill-fated young master in the guest room.

……

Cannes got up early in the morning, and after a leisurely breakfast, he drove to the company.

While dealing with business in the office, the phone rang, and Cannes glanced at it and connected it.

A man's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Kangcheng, where are you? I've been here for a long time, why haven't I even seen you?"

"What about the company." Cannes returned casually.

The other party exclaimed, "Company? No, Cannes, you won't forget that you got married today, right?"

"I haven't forgotten."

Cannes leaned his body into the soft and spacious seat, his fit white shirt faintly revealing his muscular chest muscles, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"Did you forget that you can still go to the company? You don't plan to wait until before the wedding, do you?"

"Right on my mind."

The person on the other end of the phone was about to be laughed out of anger, "No, Cannes, Mu Jinnian is the person that so many rich and young in Dongyao City want to pursue, and now you have picked this high mountain flower, and now you have this attitude ? You don't want to cherish it when you get it?"

Kang Cheng raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes and looked at his slender fingers: "Zhong Lin, Mu Jinnian has run away."