One Hundred Days of Hidden Marriage: Young Emperor, spoiled by heaven!

"I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise I don't know what bad things I will say about you in front of Yuanyuan."

Zhuang Chuchu folded his hands in front of his chest, raised his brows slightly, and threatened with a contented face, and was also thinking about Mo Nanchuan's reaction in his heart.

Mo Nanchuan's eyes flashed a glimmer of darkness, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he was silent for a while.

Feeling the sudden low air pressure, Zhuang Chuchu curled her lips.

Sure enough, the relationship between Mo Nanchuan and Yuan Yuan was exactly as she had guessed, they were former lovers.

Not only that, but Mo Nanchuan exists in the drawing book and notebook in Yuanyuan's notebook.

"Don't worry, I just want to know this one thing, I'm not interested in anything else."

After listening to Zhuang Chuchu's words, Mo Nanchuan raised his eyebrows and asked hesitantly, "Really?"

Zhuang Chuchu pursed her cherry lips, nodded solemnly, and her eyes were full of pride in the success of the plot.

"This business trip is mainly to win an important project from Smith. It is coveted by many companies. The competition is very high, and Smith is cunning. Now he is waiting for us to start fighting so that he can take advantage of it. .”

"We came to see him before he went to Qingcheng in order to win the project earlier, but it is obvious that he deliberately avoided seeing us this morning, which is very tricky."

Mo Nanchuan hesitated for a moment, but in the next second, he still told the whole story, and he couldn't help showing a look of contempt on his face as he spoke.

Zhuang Chuchu nodded knowingly, and murmured thoughtfully, "It seems -- he's a profiteer."

Mo Nanchuan pondered for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he patted his thighs with both hands, and stood up while talking, "I've said everything I want to say, my lord, I'm leaving."

Zhuang Chuchu's goal had already been achieved, so naturally she wouldn't keep him, but wished that he would go away, so as not to hinder her thinking here, so she didn't even glance at Mo Nanchuan.

Seeing him, Mo Nanchuan shrugged helplessly, walked out of Zhuang Chuchu's room quickly with his long legs.

I really don't understand, obviously he is tall, mighty and handsome, why is he bullied by this girl every time.

In the early morning of the next day, perhaps because it was too early, the corridors of the resplendent hotel were empty and extremely quiet.

After a while, a touch of fresh white suddenly walked into the empty corridor.

The woman walks slowly, and her right leg looks a little stiff. Even so, she still can't erase her innate elegance. Coupled with her overpowering appearance, it also belongs to a very beautiful landscape.

Finally, she came to a closed door, stretched out her slender fingers to the doorbell, paused for a moment, and then pressed down forcefully.

At this moment, her little heart buried deep inside couldn't help trembling, which made her expression tense.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the door in front of him was instantly opened, and a figure with a strong aura came oppressively.

The man lowered his eyes, looked at the woman for a few seconds, then parted his thin lips slightly, and said in a deep and cold voice, "What's the matter?"

The woman's heart trembled unbearably, and she tightened her grip on the handle of the cup, and handed it out bravely, and blurted out in a clear voice like a silver bell, "Coffee."

The man didn't immediately take the cup from the woman's hand, his deep eyes fixed on the steaming liquid, and he remained silent.