The reception held at the International Convention and Exhibition Center was another meeting between local and Asian economic giants.
Representatives of many consortiums came to the reception grandly, and the most outstanding ones were the beauties accompanying each of the talents. All of them were famous ladies, and again, they were international movie stars, and some were almost
Those catwalk models or celebrities who have just become famous.
"Pa! Pa!" The spotlight was pointed at the crystal starry lamp at the door so brightly. Suddenly, the entrance of the convention and exhibition center seemed to be daytime.
At seven o'clock in the evening, the nightlife has not officially started yet.
Meng Xianglong's luxury car had just stabilized when a male greeter in red uniform opened the car door respectfully.
"Mr. Meng! Mr. Meng is here!"
"Ah, is that the second young master of the Meng family? Wow, he is really graceful!"
"Mr. Meng's smile is so gentle!"
Some good-hearted women were huddled together there, chattering.
There was a swarm of swarms, and those who rushed to the front, faster than the welcome guests could open the door, were actually reporters.
Whether it's the paparazzi, economic weekly, or the impurities of life, celebrities, especially those who are single, diamond kings, and queens, are all pursued by reporters.
"Click! Click!" The sound of taking pictures is endless.
Meng Xianglong stood up, smiled warmly at the people he met at the door, nodded, then very elegantly and gentlemanly stretched one arm towards the car, and gently pulled out a beautiful woman in a silver-white sequined low-cut evening dress.
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Tomorrow, major newspapers and periodicals will publish large photos of President Meng holding a certain TV station's host with a golden microphone.
Mr. Meng actually got involved with a certain host?!
And that woman actually dared to follow Mr. Meng in public?!
Meng Xianglong once again shocked all reporters.
He smiled humbly, slightly showing his small white teeth, but he was secretly proud of himself: Hey, let's see who An Junxi will bring tonight. I guess he won't be the most popular this time.
The woman we brought here is a knowledge-based beauty. She is so innovative that she will definitely win over Ahn Jun-hee.
Meng Xianglong entered the venue with his young hostess, which aroused warm greetings from acquaintances.
He nodded and smiled frequently with everyone, while attentively patrolling the vast hall on the first floor.
Huh? That boy An Junxi hasn’t arrived yet?
"Mr. An's car is here!"
Someone called out softly, and immediately, hundreds of people in the hall suddenly became alert and looked towards the door in unison.
Meng Xianglong puffed up his chest, smiled confidently, and slowly looked towards the door.
He is ready to accept An Junxi's dumbfounded gaze very reservedly. Look, his little female host will defeat the flowers and plants brought by An Junxi who only have looks but no brains in one fell swoop! Hum!
snort!
But……
The door opened, and An Junxi walked in with great strides under the spotlight.
But!
Accompanying him were actually three men in black.
Not only that, others came in and were talking on the phone, making some decisions.
Fengshen is handsome and has an outstanding look. He is like a dazzling shooting star, blowing in with the wind.
What surprised Meng Xianglong even more was that this handsome boy came wearing casual clothes! What was hateful was that even though he was wearing casual clothes, he still looked so heroic and calm when walking.
"This kid is about to become a sperm. He's so handsome!" Meng Xianglong couldn't help but muttered.
The female host holding his arm also had peach blossom eyes, looking at An Junxi who was gradually approaching, and whispered, "Oh my God, he is more handsome than what I saw on TV!"
Meng Xianglong lowered his head and looked at the female companion he had brought with him, and sighed secretly. Could it be that An Junxi was going to kidnap the woman he poached again tonight?
It is similar to every cocktail party, it is a purposeful meeting and small-scale discussion.
Meng Xianglong waited until An Junxi finished talking with several African businessmen, then walked over slowly and said teasingly, "Hey, why is our charming Mr. An so slovenly today? He didn't even bring a female companion.
?"
An Junxi glanced at Meng Xianglong coldly, drank a glass of wine, and said, "Go away, I don't want to see you these days."
"Oh, you're amazing! You didn't even call me "Brother Long" when you met me, and you still reject me like this? Is there something wrong with your head?" Meng Xianglong tilted his head at An Junxi. It was strange that he didn't even call me "Brother Long" when he saw me.
An expression called melancholy appeared on the young man's face. When An Junxi glared at him, he chuckled, elbowed An Junxi very intimately, and whispered, "Hey, stop being like this.
Look at the woman on my left. Is she on point? Let me tell you, I spent three million to get her. She is... the host of the TV station and a top student in the journalism department. I gave it to you tonight.
Can you try it?"
An Junxi looked at Meng Xianglong's hand, nodded, then looked away indifferently, and said lightly, "It's very good, it suits your taste."
"Ah, you kid! You don't have a fever tonight, do you? Why are you so miserable? Do you have air-conditioning syndrome?"
No matter how much Meng Xianglong joked, it seemed that An Junxi still couldn't get back to his original arrogant look.
The door opened, and several people came in. The boy at the head looked around in the exhibition hall, and easily found the handsome man with the highest altitude.
He walked over quickly and whispered, "Mr. An."
As soon as he heard Di Zai's low call, An Junxi, who was talking to Meng Xianglong half-deadly, suddenly shuddered, became energetic, turned around, clamped Di Zai's arm, and asked urgently, "How is it? Yes?
Got the news?"
Meng Xianglong looked at An Junxi's weird look and said to himself, "What, what kind of plane are you doing?"
Di Zai looked frightened and muttered, "An, Mr. An... the brothers have searched all the junior high schools and high schools, but... found nothing... not even a similar woman... I was thinking, she is
Didn’t you commit suicide because you couldn’t think about it?”
"What!" When An Junxi heard this, his disappointment added to his sadness. The wine glass in his hand just fell straight to the marble floor. The sound of "pop!" was particularly crisp and clear in the orderly hall.
Harsh!
"Ah! What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
An Junxi used the deep restraint he had developed since childhood to try to suppress his emotions. He bit his mandible tightly, clenched his fists, and his veins popped out. His upper and lower teeth grinded loudly, which scared Di Zai's whole body.
My crotch was wet.
Mr. An has never been so angry.
He had never been so angry before when their 1.2 billion goods were annexed by others in North America.
Meng Xianglong also froze there, nervously looking at An Junxi's stern, dangerous, and cold expression, and then smiled dryly at the nervous and curious people in the audience, and said dryly, "It's okay, it's okay, everyone."
Keep going……"
Boom... everyone in the audience turned over the unexpected wine glass and continued talking about their business.
Mr. An’s mistake...
An Junxi restrained himself for a long time before finally letting out a sigh of relief from his chest and said coldly, "Look again! If you are still alive, you will see the person, if you are dead, you will see the corpse! I will give you another week. If there is still no news, you can
Take off a leg!"
"Uh...yes! Mr. An!" When Di Zai answered, he almost cried.
Meng Xianglong thought in his heart that he should find time to have a good talk with this guy An Junxi. Judging from his appearance, he couldn't be selling weapons and losing the man.
Something is wrong with Mr. An.
"Shall I help you carry it?" When Shi Han held Jiang Xiaoqu's little hand, an electric current flowed through his body.
He was suddenly more nervous than the girl.
"Ah! You..." Who?! Jiang Xiaoqu took a breath of air and trembled all over, but she, who cherishes things, was still so shocked that she didn't want to throw away the trash can.
Just like that, two people were carrying a large trash can together on a small street late at night.
One is so thin and handsome, and the other is so petite and handsome. The height difference makes the two of them maintain the classic kissing arc when they look at each other.
"Shall I... help you carry it?" Shi Han coughed and said awkwardly, with a hint of hidden shyness. This was his first time asking a girl to take the initiative, and he was a little at a loss.
"You?...Ah, aren't you just..." Jiang Xiaoqu looked at Shi Han's delicate and cold facial features and immediately recalled him.
Shi Han nodded and gave a very cold smile, "It's me, the one you brought home."