"You'll see it when you see it. We're not having an affair. Besides, you're not afraid of having an affair. I'm covering you." The man's body was almost pressed against hers, forming a semi-enveloping posture, trapping her tightly in his arms and lowering his head to hers.
He kissed Meimei's cheek and sighed: "You look so beautiful tonight."
Scoundrel.
She shouldn't expect too much from scoundrels.
Lin Qianqian took a few steps forward to avoid contact with his body: "Don't make trouble, I'm still thinking about my birthday."
The man leaned forward, his voice still gorgeous and hoarse: "I didn't say I wouldn't let you celebrate your birthday. For the sake of these beautiful fireworks, can't you be gentler to me?"
"Am I not gentle enough for you?" She glanced at him. She had kissed him very hard just now.
Yan Mubei disliked her for always walking around, which made it impossible for him to get close to her, so he simply put his arm on her shoulders to trap her.
When she takes a step, he follows her like a shadow, and the two of them are as close as twins.
Lin Guoqun walked over with a happy face, and his words were full of compliments: "Young Master Yan is so generous. You can set off millions of fireworks as soon as you want. Qianqian, you are so lucky to have such a luxurious feat on your twentieth birthday."
, I believe that tomorrow’s news headlines will be none other than you.”
Lin Qianqian curled her lips: "I don't like being in the headlines the most. It's so annoying. Yan Mubei, I don't care about you. I don't want to see my own news tomorrow."
He once interested her in a luxurious cafeteria on the college campus, which became a hot topic in the city. At the age of sixteen, she became famous overnight.
At that time, people who went out of school or home would be besieged by long and short guns. A small shot could make a fuss in newspapers and magazines for days.
She's not a celebrity, so why are you always staring at her and taking pictures?
Hate.
"How difficult is this?" Yan Mubei sneered: "If you can get millions of fireworks, how can it be difficult for a few reporters to reach me?"
After hearing this, Lin Qianqian smiled with satisfaction.
"Look, Yan Shaoduo dotes on you, Qianqian, you have to cherish it." Lin Guoqun carefully observed the interaction between the two, feeling overjoyed and seizing the opportunity to cut into the topic: "By the way, Shao Yan, I wonder when the New Jersey project will start?"
For the New Jersey project, Lin Guoqun's hair turned gray.
Thirty-six shops are mortgaged in the bank, and the one-billion-dollar loan carries an unbeatable high monthly interest rate.
He was almost suffocated by the shareholders at the shareholders' meeting.
"That project?" Yan Mubei looked at Lin Qianqian meaningfully, raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled evilly: "We are already communicating, but the government feels that I am not sincere enough."
Lin Qianqian couldn't help frowning when she heard this, and secretly cursed herself for forgetting this rubbish.
In the past few days, she had followed his words and been his woman, but after all, the two had different personalities and had constant disputes.
In all the quarreling, she forgot about this project.
Yes, the root of the problem lies in whether the project is carried out as scheduled. Only when the project is started can Lin truly solve his urgent need.
Does the government think he is not sincere enough?
Could it be that this guy was mocking her for her lack of sincerity?
Lin Guoqun also heard the implication and smiled: "I wonder what Mr. Yan thinks is sincerity?"
Yan Mubei looked at Lin Qianqian and smiled without saying a word.
Lin Guoqun looked at his daughter and knew that the problem was with her, so he pulled her away a few steps to talk.
He asked her: "Qianqian, have you lost your temper with Mr. Yan again?"
"I didn't." Lin Qianqian said with a bitter face, feeling extremely aggrieved.