C3 Is There a Family Member of Mu Qingyu?
There were still 15 minutes left before the engagement banquet. A group of socialites stood by the side, staring at Qin Xuefu, who was wearing a Chanel limited edition dress.
"What? The powder on your face is so thick. It doesn't match with Mu Qingyu at all!"
"The corners of her eyes are definitely open. Her nose was also touched. Her chest. I can guarantee that her chest is also fake! So fake. How can Mu Qingyu like it!"
" Sigh! I really hope that the heavens can send down a few gods to hinder their engagement ceremony!"
Perhaps it was because the women's resentment was too deep that they were so blessed, but the person that the little bun had arranged for them was actually read over by them at this time.
There were twenty men in black suits. They were lined up in two rows. The two men in front wore sunglasses and held silver boxes in their hands. The dozen or so men behind them had two baskets of white chrysanthemums in each of their hands.
"What's going on? Someone brought white chrysanthemums to President Mu's engagement banquet? Isn't this just trying to provoke CEO Mu's bad luck? "
"Even if it's a second marriage, you shouldn't have given this kind of thing. Who is so brainless?"
Everyone looked at each other, discussing the intention of the person who gave the flowers to them. However, they never expected that the real explosive part would be at the back. The two encrypted boxes were the ones that left them flabbergasted.
When the encrypted boxes were opened, it was Underworld Coins!
"99.99 billion Underworld Coins, I wish President Mu a happy wedding!" The 20 men said in unison.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air at the same time. F * ck, they were cursing President Mu and his unmarried wife to death!
"We will come again next year today. Director Mu, please walk well!"
After the twenty men finished speaking, they neatly put down their things, then turned around and rushed out of the hotel with lightning speed.
The lively hotel immediately became silent.
At this moment, a powerful and piercingly cold chill hit their faces. What appeared in front of everyone was a tall and straight man in a suit. His facial features were perfect and flawless. His deep and dark eyes were like the night sky and the deep sea. His thin lips were sexy but also cold. A man like him was a word when he stood there. Icily arrogant and noble!
It was Mu Qingyu.
"Investigate!"
A single word, powerful and forceful, carried with it a powerful pressure that belonged solely to the superior. It made the security guard's legs go soft and sweat like rain. He didn't even dare to make a sound.
A few moments later.
"Sorry, brother, we didn't catch up!" Mu Yichen rushed over while panting, his face full of worry.
Who was it!? How could it be so wicked!? How dare he give white chrysanthemums and underworld coins to his brother's engagement banquet!
Ding...
At this moment, Mu Qingyu's phone rang.
He took out his phone with a heavy gaze. After unlocking the fingerprint, he opened the text message.
"Are you surprised? Are you surprised? You scumbag, there's still a big gift waiting for you! The Heavenly Axiom is good at reincarnation, it never bypasses anyone. If you have the courage to marry Mo, you have to bear all the consequences!"
Crack...
The phone screen cracked, followed by Mu Qingyu's ice-like face. The fury in his eyes completely burst out, covering the sky and covering the earth, as if it was going to swallow the entire world.
"Excuse me, is there any family member of Mu Qingyu here?" A man in uniform walked in with a walkie-talkie in his hand.
Mu Yichen tilted his head and glanced at his brother, then went forward and said, "I am. What's wrong with you guys?"
"Nothing. We are here to give gifts. Please sign and accept them!" The man handed a book to Mu Yichen, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Alright, 101. Hurry up and send them in. You only have ten minutes."
As soon as the man finished speaking, everyone saw a group of people in the uniform of the fourth funeral home coming in with wreaths.