Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Mu family.

As soon as Mu Qinyun returned, Mu Yunyao came over, with a bit of pride in her tone: "Dad, is it done? I told you that Chenye would help you without you asking, so that you could just stay at home and wait for the announcement, but you refused to believe me and went there."

Seeing the proud look on his daughter's face, Mu Qinyun took a deep breath and said, "Have you met Yan Ji since you returned to China?"

The smile on Mu Yunyao's face faded, and she curled her lips in annoyance: "Why are you mentioning her for no reason? It's a bummer."

"You should get in touch with her more often and get closer to her."

The woman jumped three feet high, her voice breaking: "Dad, are you crazy? You actually asked me to get closer to Yan Ji? If it weren't for her, Chen Ye and I would have been married a long time ago. How could it be like now that you have to make an appointment through the secretary to see him?"

"Chen Ye did not explicitly agree to take care of this matter."

"…How could that be? Did you speak too quietly and he didn't hear you?"

Seeing that she was still deceiving herself, Mu Qinyun pierced her fantasy without hesitation: "He admitted in person that he would not divorce Yan Ji."

"Impossible," although Mu Yunyao denied it very quickly, she had no confidence at all. It's not that she didn't see what Gu Chenye's attitude was during the time she returned to China, but she just didn't want to believe it.

She thought that as long as she returned to China, Gu Chenye would immediately divorce Yan Ji and marry her instead. As a result, not only did they not reconcile, they even saw each other a few times.

Mu Yunyao was his daughter, how could he not understand? As soon as he saw her expression, he knew she was forcing a smile: "If you really don't want to be friends with Yan Ji, Dad won't force you, but before they get divorced, don't bother her, let alone argue with her. The connection with the Gu family cannot be broken."

"Dad, you think too highly of her. She alone cannot affect the relationship between our two families."

Mu Qinyun glanced at her and said, "How many times have I told you not to be too confident? It's always better to be prepared. You won't lose any weight if you lower your attitude a little."

"I know, I know. You've said it so many times that my ears are almost callused. Tomorrow I'll find a calligraphy master to write down this sentence and hang it above my bed as my motto," Mu Yunyao said coquettishly, covering her ears. The moment she turned her head away, her expression was replaced by a sinister one. She gritted her teeth and silently uttered two words: "Yan Ji."

……

on Monday.

Sheng Rugu drove while excitedly telling Yan Ji about the progress: "The time and details have been agreed upon. Today we will go through the final process and sign the contract."

She wants to hold a dress show, and the date is set for next month. Now that the preliminary preparations have been completed, the only thing left is the venue. Originally, this should have been decided first, but she wants to go for a mid- to high-end route, and the people she invites are all financially strong, which means that the venue cannot be random. Apart from those that have already been booked and those that cannot be rented, there are not many options. This is the best among them, so there must be no mistake.

Yan Ji was discussing details with a client on WeChat. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "It's just a contract. Why don't you go by yourself?"

"Although, since the matter has not been finalized in black and white, I always feel a little uneasy. If something unexpected happens, you can force them to drink. People are easy to talk about when they are drunk."

Yan Ji put away his phone: "Can you shut up?"

Sheng Rugu slapped his lips quickly: "Ah, bah, bah, bah, the bad ones don't work, but the good ones do."

After that, he put his hands together and bowed, muttering: "God bless, I must succeed in signing the contract, and I must decide on the venue."

Yan Ji looked at her weird look, laughed and shook his head: "Hurry up and hold the steering wheel, otherwise we will have to change the location of the negotiation to the hospital."

Sheng Rugu repeated what she had just said to her: "Big sister, shut up, our trip will definitely go smoothly and everything we wish for will come true."

Facts have proven that there are few smooth sailings in the world. The more you fear something, the more likely it is to come. When Sheng Rugu was eating, drinking, and chatting with the group of people, he saw that the atmosphere was almost ready, so he took out the contract that he had agreed on in advance and said, "While we are still sober, why don't we sign the contract first? Otherwise, I'm afraid I will be so drunk that I won't even be able to hold a pen."

She frowned and acted like she was drunk and miserable.

The smiles on the faces of the few people who were originally chatting happily faded, and they laughed and said, "There is no rush for this matter. Don't you still have Boss Yan when you are drunk? Let's drink first and talk later."

The other party looked at Yan Ji meaningfully and patted Sheng Rugu's legs twice.

"..."

Seeing that the man did not make any further moves, Sheng Rugu finally controlled his desire to move his legs and responded with a dry laugh: "Then let's eat first, and then we can talk about business after dinner."

But the other person's greasy eyes and smile still made her feel uncomfortable and gave her goose bumps: Damn, luckily I was wearing long johns, otherwise I wouldn't even want these legs.

She secretly winked at Yan Ji: Get some wine.

Yan Ji stood up with his glass in his hand and said, "Boss Cen, I toast to you."

The man called 'Boss Cen' was the one who patted Sheng Rugu's leg just now, and he was also the person in charge of the venue they were going to deal with today. At this moment, he was leaning back in his chair, holding a wine glass in one hand and resting his other hand on his bulging beer belly: "Boss Yan, you don't know how to talk now. You have to find a reason to toast and say a few words. How can you just come up and let people drink like this?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the wall out of the corner of his eye. It was a subtle movement, and no one noticed it except Yan Ji.

Sheng Rugu hurriedly spoke up to help: "I'll do it, Mr. Cen, you don't know, my admiration for you is endless, and I was just worried that I wouldn't have the chance to express it, and now someone handed me a pillow when I felt sleepy. So, Yan Ji, have a drink, and I'll say something, and Mr. Cen, let's see if I'm better at speaking or Yan Ji's alcohol tolerance is better."

Who wouldn't be confused by the beautiful words of a beautiful woman? Mr. Cen laughed out loud: "Okay..."

The phone beside him rang twice, and a WeChat message popped up. He stopped the sound, clicked it and took a look before continuing, "But this wine has to be changed. This red wine with a concentration of more than 10 degrees cannot be drunk until tomorrow morning."

Is this clearly intended to get people drunk?

Sheng Rugu's expression was stiff: "Boss Cen, our Yan Ji doesn't drink much, how about we drink red wine..."

'Bang, bang.'

After the knock on the door, the waiter brought in a few bottles of white wine.

Mr. Cen pointed at Yan Ji and said, "Fill up Mr. Yan's glass."

Doorway.

Xie Fangze, who was about to pay the bill, turned around and walked quickly back to the private room not far away after seeing the scene inside. He whispered to Gu Chenye, "Boss Gu, I just saw the wife. She seemed to be embarrassed by someone. The other party ordered several bottles of white wine and asked the waiter to fill them up for the wife."