Returning with cubs, ex-husband begged for reunion

As soon as she returned to Yuelan Villa, Sheng Nanzhi received a call from Director Zhu, "I can't tell, you are quite capable, and your self-confidence should really shine. I am already looking forward to your works, I wish you The exhibition was a success."

"Curator Zhu has a good reputation, and the exhibition will naturally not disappoint you."

Su Wanqing had a look of disbelief, "It's so easy to get it done? When I heard you say this, I thought that the exhibition must be dirty. However, since you have the recording, why don't you give it to Fu Chenmo , Clean up the blame you carried on you back then! Otherwise, he will always think you are a scheming woman who designed that incident!"

Sheng Nanzhi went to the sofa, holding Xiao Domi in his arms, and asked with a smile, "Duo Mi, I tried a domestic kindergarten today, how do you feel?"

Xiao Domi rubbed against Sheng Nanzhi's arms, "There are so many children, it's so interesting, I have to go tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, Mommy paid you a year's tuition, you have to go every day, are you happy?"

Seeing Sheng Nanzhi's ugly appearance, Su Wanqing was speechless, "Hurry up and answer my question, do you want to send the things to Fu Chenmo! Speaking of this, what are you talking about. "

Sheng Nanzhi looked up at Su Wanqing, "Is your IQ as low as Lu Qiqi's?"

"how do I say this?"

"I have a recording of a ghost. If you scare Lu Qiqi, do you believe it? My last client was not a real estate developer, so I made up a story. She had ghosts in her heart, and I was scared to death."

Seeing Sheng Nanzhi's calm expression, three black lines stood on Su Wanqing's forehead, completely speechless for her.

However, this move is really beautiful!

Use this non-existent recording to pinpoint Lu Qiqi first. If she can't find out, then continue to pinch. If she finds out, the jewelry exhibition will be over long ago.

"It's also going to France, why didn't that kid, Mu Chen, learn anything? Why are you so different from four years ago?"

Su Wanqing looked at Sheng Nanzhi in amazement.

Sheng Nanzhi smiled slightly, but when he thought of Mu Chen, there was always a faint shadow between his brows.

Although in Su Wanqing's mouth, Mu Chen is useless, but he is not a fool after all.

Once some things were put on the table, Fu Chenmo naturally understood everything.

At this moment, Fu Chenmo, who was having a meeting at the headquarters of the Fu Group, sneezed violently.

The assistant hastily raised the indoor temperature, and casually reminded: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Mu has been waiting in your office for a long time."

Fu Chenmo glanced at the time and raised his brows slightly. It seems that this is here to give him a big gift?

Uncharacteristically, he ended the meeting early and returned to the office in a good mood.

But as soon as he entered the door, he found a pair of eyes staring at him fiercely.

Fu Chenmo took the Dragon Well that was handed over by his assistant, and stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The neatly ironed suit fit on his perfect figure, and the mist rose from the teacup. When the light came, his side face It's a little more mysterious.

He turned around, "You've been looking at me with that look for 3 minutes, what's the matter? Anyway, you accepted Mu's business, why does it seem like you can't even afford a Bugatti?"

When Mu Chen returned to China, Fu Chenmo's life also had a taste of sarcasm for him.

Assistant Lao Zhou lowered his head and smiled happily. He remembered exactly that in the past four years, Mr. Fu had rarely been so relaxed.

Mu Chen is like a resentful woman, his eyes are full of resentment, "Fu Chenmo! I treat you like a brother, yet you are teasing me!"

He was so excited to find Su Wanqing, but the answer he got was that the child belonged to her friend?

Not to mention the embarrassment, the inexplicable sense of anticipation in my heart has also failed!

Fu Chenmo frowned, his handsome face was full of doubts, "What am I kidding you about?"

"That's not my child at all!"

Fu Chenmo's expression began to become a little complicated, "It's not yours? Is that...whose?"

"It's Su Wanqing's friend, what's her name, Anna, the designer's child!"

"boom!"

It was the sound of the Longjing cup smashing hard on the ground, and the exquisite teacup shattered to the ground.