C17 Floral Shirt

No one recognized a floral shirt, but they must have heard the name.

Zheng Moyan, the young master of Zheng's film industry, monopolizes two-thirds of the entertainment companies and film and television companies in the country.

It was said that there was no woman in the world he couldn't get, because even if someone turned down the money, they would never be able to turn down his star factory.

If anyone in this world was able to control him, then that person could only be the crown prince of Jin's Group — — Jin Zuo.

Because Jin Family controlled 42 cinemas across the entire country, there were countless of them, large and small, that trapped him completely from the terminal.

Therefore, with a single call from Crown Prince Jin, he immediately pulled away from the pile of women and dashed towards them.

"Zheng Moyan? Isn't he always in Italy? "

The netizens cried out in shock as they stared at this man, their hearts bursting with jealousy.

Ge Shisan Wan didn't think that he would be the one to bite the gold. Gritting her teeth, she lied to herself:

"If you say you are, then you are?"

Zheng Moyan walked over to her flirtatiously, leaned in close to her, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said:

"Shalimar, it's too thick, it's not suitable for you …"

As if deeply intoxicated by the fragrance of these women, he pointed to each of them and accurately reported the brand of perfume they wore.

"Bijan, Tiffany... Tsk tsk, Chanel

No.5?

Smell women, the only one in the world is Zheng Moyan.

He could never remember the name of his lover. In his heart, there were only perfume codes. Once the fragrance dissipated, there would no longer be any traces of that love anymore.

He walked over to Jiang Wu and naturally embraced her waist. He turned his head to kiss the ends of her hair, not covering up his deep feelings.

"Darling, I'm late."

Jiang Wu's body froze. Instinctively, she wanted to struggle free.

"Shh, it takes two people's effort to pair up with a play, so you should at least be a little polite to the show."

Zheng Moyan whispered in her ear.

Alright, thank you for your concern. I met Jiang Ye on the 5-star cruise ship not long ago, and we fell in love at first sight. That day, I happened to see some unknown provocation in her live broadcast studio, so when I was in a good mood, I decided to spend some money to cheer up.

He temporarily put away his ruffian look and raised his head to look at the surrounding people.

"Then what about the video?" Ge Shisan asked unwillingly.

"I have contacted my team of lawyers. The small matter of protecting one's privacy and reputation should be left to the more professional people. As for the other grievances, I don't mind filing a suit together with you, SEE."

"YOU ~"

Zheng Moyan smiled, politely said goodbye, and walked out of the room with Jiang Wu in his arms.

Leaving the envious and jealous gazes of everyone behind, Jiang Wu mysteriously escaped from the encirclement. She looked at the man who had descended from the sky and probed,

"Thank you for helping me, but …"

"Eh, there's no need to thank me, nor must you be touched. But even a tiny bit of sincerity is a big headache for me. Let's go, it's time for me to deliver the goods."

"Huh?"

Jiang Wu looked at him in surprise. Delivery, delivery?

He put his hands in his pockets and pressed the button for the elevator. He was in a good mood as he started humming a song, seeming to recall something. He lowered his head and asked with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, I smell something special about you. What perfume is this?"

Jiang Wu did not remember wearing perfume. She raised her arm, and a mosquito bit a bun on her delicate skin. She raised her hand, and a rare smile appeared on her face.

"This?"

Zheng Moyan seemed to understand something, but he was regretful and heard the brand of perfume from her mouth.

"SIX

GOD, sir, this is called SIXGOD. "