The only favorite of the wealthy: the black-bellied president is busy chasing his wife

Obviously, Gu Ning really doesn't know the influence of Nangong Ming, so he doesn't know what kind of influence he will have after taking pictures with Nangong Ming.

Mu An sat in an office like a European palace, leaning on the leather sofa, watching the content on the opposite LCD TV.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he beckoned to the people around him lightly, pointed to the people on the TV and said, "I didn't realize that Nan Gongming and Chen Yaoran look alike before, but today they do look alike!"

The woman walked over, held a document and said respectfully to Mu An: "Yes! Regarding Nangong Ming, I had already done an investigation when the news came out. But I only found out that he is a sea turtle from Western Europe. Five years ago, I suddenly started receiving Filming TV dramas, dabbling in the entertainment industry but not signing a contract with any company. In addition to us checking him, there are many people who tried to check, but they couldn't find anything!"

"You mean...five years ago?" Mu An stood up from the sofa, took two steps forward with straight and slender legs, trying to see through the people on the TV.

"Yes, five years ago, just as you suspected, I also confirmed that a series of evidences showed that Nangong Ming could not be Chen Yaoran!" Lin En was almost like a roundworm in Mu An's stomach. All Ann's thoughts can be known with just a look from him.

So when this Nangong Ming appeared, she prepared all the materials and put them in front of him.

Mu An casually flipped through Lin En's information, glanced at it, and nodded, obviously satisfied with Lin En's current ability to handle affairs.

"Help me make an appointment with this Nangong Ming, and just say that I want to cooperate with him!" After Mu An finished speaking, he sat on the sofa again and read the reports sent by the directors of other regions.

In the past few years, under the leadership of Mu An, MCG has become stronger and stronger. It is no longer a company nestled in the three provinces in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is no longer clinging to the dust. Become a consortium supported by the domestic government.

Often the country has other important business agreements with other countries, and the consortium boss brought along will always have Mu An.

Mu An has become an existence that many people look up to.

Mu An was looking at the documents, and Lin En stood by to help hand over new documents at any time, and sorted out the documents that had already been read and put them aside.

Suddenly the landline in the office rang, and Lynn stepped forward to answer it.

After hanging up the phone, Lin En yelled at Mu An with a distressed face: "President Mu...he..."

"Has he committed the old habit of not eating again?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Lynn's answer, he closed the document with a snap, stood up abruptly, opened the door and strode outside.

Mu An drove very fast along the way, almost driving all the way home.

A servant was holding a spoon and persuading him to eat well, but he was pale and ignored her and just refused to eat.

In the end, he got tired of feeding, and with a soft wave of his hand, he knocked over the rice bowl.

The servant hurriedly persuaded him kindly: "I said, Young Master Wen, you should eat, otherwise Mr. Mu will be angry when he comes back. I advise you not to make him angry all the time, so you should suffer less!"

As soon as the servant finished speaking, Mu An strode over with a sullen face, grabbed Kevin by the neck with one hand and picked him up, then said to the servant: "Bring another bowl!"

When Kevin saw Mu An came back, a disdainful sneer finally appeared on his pale face.