Romance is the only favorite: the story of the domineering president kissing his wife

Chapter 209 Sending invitations to Mu Yang and Qi Xiaoyun
In the middle of the night, the lights were dim, and in the study room of the Luoshan Villa, grayish-white smoke lingered in front of the desk.

"Mr. Cheng, what instructions do you have?" Hu Ling opened the door and smelled a pungent smell of smoke. After sending Cheng Yiqian back to the Luoshan villa, Cheng Yiqian did not let him leave. He waited outside the study. Only then did Cheng Yiqian call him in.

Cheng Yiqian frowned while reading the materials passed by Mo Bu, smoking non-stop, and the ashtray in hand was full of cigarette butts.

Even a man like Hu Ling who is a habitual smoker also thinks that Cheng Yiqian smokes too much, but he has worked under Cheng Yiqian for a while, and he still knows that Cheng Yiqian will only be so abnormal when he is in a bad mood. Cheng Yiqian didn't say anything. He just waited quietly.

After Cheng Yiqian flipped through the information several times, he suddenly said, "Send invitations to Mu Yang and Qi Xiaoyun."

"This..." Hu Ling was a little puzzled. Qi Xiaoyun made such an ugly mess today, and almost all the things about Li You who kept scolding Li You had something to do with that man named Mu Yang. They had to be piled together, and the wedding should not be messed up. up?
The president clearly attaches great importance to this wedding, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd?

"Mr. Cheng, are you really going to do this?" Hu Ling couldn't help but asked.

Cheng Yiqian casually took another cigarette, lit it, walked to the window, took a few puffs, seemed to be thinking about something, and finally made up his mind to make a choice, with a stern look on his brow, and said coldly, Only said one word, "Fa."

Hu Ling didn't dare to ask any more questions, and stepped back to prepare the invitation.

Cheng Yiqian looked at the flowers and plants in the garden with calm eyes, recalling the materials he had read in his mind.

The longer the time, the more difficult it is to collect the information. It is difficult to collect all the information a few years ago, but fortunately, the information received by Mo Bu almost covers the key points.

The reason why Mo Bu is the top intelligence officer is that he is good at stripping away cocoons, detaining the key points from them, and then making precise conclusions.

Qi Xiaoyun, born in a merchant's family, was a classmate of Liyou High School. She used to be a close friend.

Mu Yang, born in an ordinary farmer's family in Dongcao Village, was a high-ranking third-grade grass at that time. He liked Liyou, but his pursuit was rejected.

Li You transferred to another school before the college entrance examination, and there was a rumor in Yi Gao that Mu Yang and Li You had a relationship on the playground.

After verification, the rumor came from Mu Yang.

Cheng Yiqian sucked out the cigarette in his hand, turned around and pressed the cigarette end into the ashtray.

The phone rang at this moment, Cheng Yiqian glanced at the caller number on the screen, raised his eyebrows, and waited until the ringing was about to stop before reaching out and pressing the answer button, but he didn't pick up the phone, just sat back on the chair and continued to smoke.

"Aqian, why didn't you tell me about such a big thing as you getting married? If you hadn't used Mobu, I would have bumped into... Do you still treat me as an uncle?" Cheng Ziyan's voice was sullen.

Cheng Yiqian remained silent and did not respond.

After a while, a sigh came from the microphone, "...forget it, the girl Zheng Chun said you are going to marry is the one I saw in the bar last time, you asked Mo Bu to check her information, what's the matter, Is there a problem with her background? If there is a problem, you shouldn't be so rash-"

Cheng Yiqian cut off the call neatly, dropped the phone on the table, and clicked on a photo attached to the file.

The girl in the photo is wearing a sky blue high school uniform, with playful short hair, her face is more immature and innocent than now, but her smile is brighter than now.

Cheng Yiqian raised his fingertips and touched the photo against the screen, his cold eyes gradually softened.

　9nd~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)