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

"The person you like is really me, not Mu?"

Mo Nanchuan slightly hooked his thin lips, showing a smug smile, and said to Zhou Ziyuan full of enthusiasm.

Zhou Ziyuan was taken aback when he heard this, and then frowned slightly, "Who told you that I like Long Muyun."

Ganqing, this guy has never confessed his love to her, because he thought she liked Long Muyun?

When asked by the woman, Mo Nanchuan's smile froze, his heart began to feel guilty, he scratched his head and said in embarrassment, "I think so."

Zhou Ziyuan pursed her cherry lips helplessly, glanced at the man lightly, and solemnly announced, "Mo Nanchuan, the person I like has always been you."

Only a fool like him can't see her intentions.

"Long Muyun is excellent, but my eyes are always on you."

Zhou Ziyuan smiled slightly, her bright eyes flickering, and said to the man seriously.

Hearing the woman's confession, Mo Nanchuan was overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop wanting to fly into the sky.

He stared blankly at the woman for a while, then suddenly moved his face forward, and quickly smacked the woman's mouth.

After leaving her lips, Mo Nanchuan didn't move away. Their faces were so close that they could clearly feel each other's breathing, which became more and more rapid.

The four eyes met, and sparks quietly burned slowly around the two of them.

Zhou Ziyuan bit her lower lip lightly, closed her eyes suddenly, stretched out her hand to hook the man's neck, and her lips landed on Mo Nanchuan's warm thin lips without any suspense.

At the end of the memory, Zhou Ziyuan suddenly discovered that at some point, his lips had unconsciously lifted up, revealing a faint smile.

Realizing this, her smile gradually became bitter and desolate.

If she knew that they ended up like this, then even if she died at the beginning, she would not have broken the previous relationship.

However, if there is no if in this world, they are over.

The night in New York is very beautiful, with bright lights, starry sky and cool breeze.

At this time, in the presidential suite of a certain hotel, a man and a woman were sitting opposite each other. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, but the man was a middle-aged fat man who looked over half a century old.

The corners of Zhuang Chuchu's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help cursing Mo Nanchuan inwardly, "Mo Nanchuan has a pig's head like this, so he is ashamed to call him a handsome guy, so Long Muyun must be so handsome?"

Although she couldn't help despising and disgusting the man opposite, Zhuang Chuchu still had a dishonest standard smile on her face.

Her eyes were very sharp, she looked at Smith as if she was looking at prey, and spoke fluent English politely, "Hello, Mr. Smith, I am Zhuang Chuchu, secretary to the president of Long Group, nice to meet you."

Similar to the woman's gaze, Smith's blue pupils were also full of greed, staring straight at the woman.

"Mr. Long has a good eye for picking people, and there is someone as beautiful as you by his side."

Smith touched the gold ring on his finger and exclaimed with a sly smile.

She loves to hear this sentence, even though it is full of malicious intentions.

Zhuang Chuchu seemed to have her own plan, and the ritual smile on the corner of her mouth remained unchanged, and she went straight to her purpose of coming here, "Mr. Smith, I am here this time to talk to you about the cooperation project."

Naturally, Smith was able to guess this, and was not surprised. He poured Zhuang Chuchu a glass of red wine comfortably, and said loftily, "The partner for that project has not yet been decided, and I will have to wait until I arrive in Huaguo to start choosing. "