608. Chapter 608 An An, let's go draw a turtle on the luxury car 48
The moment she heard Mu Wanqing's name, Wen Xiaorou, who had been holding Mu Fan's arm affectionately, her eyes widened in horror: Mu Wanqing?! She is... Mu Wanqing?!
After a brief moment of astonishment, she eagerly turned to look at Yang Mufan, wanting to see his reaction.
However, Yang Mufan's expression was as expressionless as if he were looking at a stranger, and he stretched out his hand politely: "Hello, Miss Mu."
Outsiders might not be able to see any clues, but...she, who had always been as meticulous as dust, still noticed something unusual about Yang Mufan at a glance.
Although his face was calm, the knuckles on his fingers holding the stem of the slender champagne glass turned white, revealing his thoughts.
Originally, Wen Xiaorou wanted to deceive herself and others by fantasizing that this woman just happened to have the same name as that woman.
But now...
Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes and looked at the big hand stretched out in front of her.
Under the dazzling white light, I admire Fan's unusually pure right hand, which is evenly slender and extremely beautiful.
She has never seen anyone in the world, whether a man or a woman, with such beautiful hands.
Just like the unique and irreplaceable piece of art in the world, it is the most perfect and precious work of art, exuding sparkling porcelain white light.
At the same time, it also contains endless power.
Subconsciously, Mu Wanqing thought: Such a perfect hand cannot be touched casually.
So, she just stared.
My thoughts flew away inexplicably.
In my memory, his hands were large and warm. There was a thin layer of habit calluses on the palms and sides of the fingers, making them a bit dry and rough.
But just such a pair of hands exudes a power that makes people feel stable.
She couldn't help but think: When was the last time she held hands with Yang Mufan?!
It was so long ago, it seemed like it was a lifetime ago.
Mu Wanqing firmly pulled in the small hands hanging by her sides, her sharp nails digging into the flesh, causing pain so much that blood almost spilled out.
I originally wanted to shake hands with him, but... Yang Mufan's hand would never hold hers again.
He no longer belongs to her.
So, Mu Wanqing just smiled and said: "Mr. Yang, hello."
She didn't reach out.
At the scene, there was a little embarrassment because of Mu Wanqing's reaction.
Yang Mufan didn't have much emotion, remained calm, and retracted his hand naturally.
Teng Wanfeng glanced at Mu Wanqing with some depression and anger, and then quickly jumped out to liven up the atmosphere: "Mr. Yang, I heard that you just acquired Qin Wandong's land recently and plan to invest in building a resort..."
When Teng Wanfeng and Yang Mufan were chatting about finance, investment, and stocks, Mu Wanqing felt a little uneasy. Especially when she felt Wen Xiaorou's eyes staring straight at her.
Just as he was about to say goodbye to Teng Wanfeng while he was chatting with Yang Mufan, the hall suddenly became agitated.
Looking along the source of the sound, Mu Wanqing saw a gray-haired but energetic old man coming down from the second floor and walking straight to the stage in front of the hall.
When Mu Wanqing was wondering about the old man's identity, she was horrified to find that beside the old man, there was a gorgeously dressed... Tang Moyu?!
The old man walked to the center of the stage, and someone came up with a diamond-encrusted microphone.
He took it, and his loud and powerful voice echoed and circled in the hall.
"First of all, I would like to thank all the distinguished guests present for coming to this small banquet hosted by Tang..."
(The title is wrong. It’s "An An, let’s go draw a turtle in a luxury car (49). It’s not the same as the previous one. It’s a new website and there’s no way to change the title. Tears, %>_<%.)
