Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

The living room was filled with smoke, Song Xiaoran was standing by the sofa, the servant was cleaning, he looked down and saw the messy marble coffee table in front of him.

A few teacups were lying upside down, the tea was dripping down, countless cigarette butts fell on the coffee table and the carpet, black ash was floating everywhere, blood stains continued from here to the door, A crystal ashtray in the shape of a swan fell under the coffee table, and its broken long neck clearly revealed that it was the culprit of the bloody accident.

The scene in front of him reminded Song Xiaoran that at a reception a few years ago, he had personally witnessed Mu Nancheng's volatile temperament and cruelty.

The reception was held in a private club, and Song Xiaoran was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the time, so it was natural for him not to drink alcohol on these occasions. When Fu Yuxing was talking with others, he was extremely bored, so he left the hall alone to go to the balcony to enjoy a breeze.

The balcony is very spacious, and there are two platforms extending out on the left and right sides, forming an independent and private space. Song Xiaoran stood on the left platform and unexpectedly discovered that there is an artificial lake below. The blue lake water reflects the sea of ​​lights in the city, glowing Lingling wave light.

Song Xiaoran lay on the railing for a long time, and heard someone's footsteps approaching. He was about to turn out of the platform, but suddenly heard a woman's charming voice:

"Mr. Mu—"

A woman threw the man onto the balcony from behind, and the man's back touched the railing, and the woman leaned over, her voice was sweet like sticky cotton candy,

"Boss Mu is good or bad, if he wants to run away when he is drunk, he won't agree to it!"

The man put one hand on the woman's waist, his voice was low and lazy, and the ending was a bit long:

"Why does Miss Yao want to refuse?"

The voice was very recognizable, and Song Xiaoran knew who it was, Mu Nancheng.

He frowned slightly. Mu Nancheng came with a female companion, but flirted with other women here. Song Xiaoran was most disgusted by this kind of merciless man, and immediately felt disgusted by Mu Nancheng's perception.

The woman's name is Yao Siqi, and she is a starlet who has just debuted. Mu Nancheng's female partner, Su Xinruo, belongs to the same agency as her, and they both debuted at about the same time. Su Xinruo recently approached Mu Nancheng, and her resources skyrocketed. Yao Siqi's eyes were bleeding from jealousy.

In this line of work, climbing high branches is not too difficult, what is difficult is to climb to a towering tree like Mu Nancheng, and what's more terrible, he is still so young and handsome.

Tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Yao Siqi's whole body is almost attached to Mu Nancheng's body, and her slender fingertips boldly tease:

"My head is so dizzy, Mr. Mu, you have to be responsible for me..."

"Dizziness," Mu Nancheng smiled, "Then what should I do?"

"Boss Mu rubbed her for me!"

"Where are you rubbing?" The man's voice was full of malice.

The bare and smooth jade arm hooked the man's neck, and the low V neckline fully exposed the full and beautiful scenery. The woman's sweet and sweet perfume was faintly blurred in the air. Mu Nancheng lifted the woman's chin with one finger, and slowly lowered it Yi, "Then you have to be good."

Yao Siqi giggled. She grabbed Mu Nancheng's fingertips and slowly put them into her mouth, pressing against the tip of her tongue. Her soft and greasy voice uttered extremely bold words:

"Mr. Mu wants people to stand, but they will never lie down. Are you good enough?"

Mu Nancheng let out a low laugh: "You are really interesting."

Yao Siqi's eyes showed joy: "Then let's go upstairs..."

"The scenery here is nice." Mu Nancheng's voice was a little rough, and he smiled pointedly, "Don't you think so?"

Yao Siqi immediately realized that she was still clinging to Mu Nancheng's body like an octopus, but her slender right leg was lifted back and slowly hooked up to the sliding door of the balcony. Song Xiaoran could not bear to overhear this, Just when he decided to go out and interrupt the pair of wild mandarin ducks, Mu Nancheng asked casually,

"How many people has Ms. Yao hooked like this with her jade arms?"

Yao Siqi pursed her lips in reproach: "How could anyone..."

"It's a pity," Mu Nancheng held Yao Siqi's arm and pulled her off his body, his voice remained flat, but the words he said were like a slap on a woman's face, "I'm a bit of a clean freak, too I think things that have been touched by many people are dirty."

"Munan City!"

No matter how rich the other party is, the woman will inevitably become angry in the face of such humiliation. Yao Siqi sneered, "Don't you think your sweetheart is a clean thing? It's not that no one has slept in the house outside." She... ah!"

The muffled sound of the human body hitting the iron railing of the balcony and the woman's shrill scream sounded almost at the same time, Song Xiaoran's scalp exploded instantly, he rushed out of the corner reflexively, and was immediately startled by the scene in front of him.

Yao Siqi knelt on the ground, holding the railing in front of her with both hands, trying to stop the huge momentum of her body, while Mu Nancheng was holding the back of her head, this man actually pushed the woman's head into the railing!

"what are you doing?"

Song Xiaoran shouted in shock, Yao Siqi saw someone rushing out and quickly reached out to grab him:

"Help... ah!"

Mu Nancheng was not at all surprised by Song Xiaoran's appearance. He squatted on the ground and grabbed Yao Siqi's long hair to force her to raise her face. Under the dim light of the balcony, his face showed a ferocious and ferocious face, and his voice was as sharp as ice slag:

"Say what you just said again!"

How could Yao Siqi dare to repeat it again, she was so frightened that her face was covered with tears, and she repeatedly begged for mercy:

"Mr. Mu, I dare not! Don't be angry..."

"You let her go!"

Song Xiaoran was in a hurry, he rushed over to pull Mu Nancheng's hand away, Yao Siqi scrambled and crawled to hide in Song Xiaoran's arms as soon as he was relieved, but Mu Nancheng kicked him:

"roll!"

The woman hurriedly opened the balcony door, and ran out crying and screaming.

The people in the hall were naturally alarmed, but Yao Siqi just found her manager and left quickly. She was originally Mu Nancheng who she seduced. It is impossible to tell everything that happened at this time. She would rather endure it This boring loss is for everyone to speculate, and they dare not make things worse.

The atmosphere on the balcony was a bit tense, Song Xiaoran glared at Mu Nancheng angrily, and Mu Nancheng also looked at him coldly, the two of them looked at each other for less than a minute before Fu Yuxing rushed over.

"Of course!" Fu Yu walked over and took Song Xiaoran into his arms, "What happened?"

Song Xiaoran tugged on Fu Yuxing's sleeve with his mouth curled:

"Fourth brother, I want to go back."

"it is good."

Fu Yuxing responded, hurriedly nodded to Mu Nancheng, and took him out.

On the way back, Song Xiaoran told Fu Yuxing everything he saw, and Fu Yuxing frowned:

"In the future, you are not allowed to leave my side. When I'm not around, don't meddle in my own business. If the situation gets worse, what will he do to you?"

"But he hits women," Song Xiaoran said angrily, "That's a scumbag!"

"Since you are a scumbag, you have to be more on guard," Fu Yuxing warned him solemnly, "Don't get yourself involved at any time."

Since then, Song Xiaoran avoided Mu Nancheng whenever he could, but at that time, he never thought that there was a hand of fate that would tightly bind the rest of the two of them together for the rest of their lives.

----

Mu Nancheng stood by the window, playing with a lighter in his hand, occasionally raised his eyelids, with an unpredictable expression.

Song Xiaoran hesitated to address him: "Seventh, Seventh Uncle."

"Ah-"

The flames of the lighter shot up into the sky, and Mu Nancheng looked at him with a half-smile.

Fu Yuxing called Mu Nancheng Seventh Uncle, Song Xiaoran didn't think it was inappropriate to call him that, but he still couldn't help blushing, and immediately changed his words, "Mr. Mu."

"Well," Mu Nancheng responded in a low voice, and raised his chin, "Sit."

Song Xiaoran sat upright on the sofa, with his hands straight on his knees. Mu Nancheng's cold eyes lingered on his knees, making him feel an inexplicable pressure.

Song Xiaoran looked down at himself, his attire and sitting posture were impeccable, his hands on his knees were also clean and tidy, the platinum ring was simple and elegant, and there was nothing to criticize.

The servant poured a cup of tea for Song Xiaoran, he took a sip to moisten his throat, and said:

"Mr. Mu, I believe you know why I'm here. If you agree to do bone marrow matching with my fourth brother, I will do my best to meet any conditions you have."

Such wording really made the corners of Mu Nancheng's lips twitch: "Any conditions?"

"Yes."

"The tone is not small," Mu Nancheng tilted his head, with a calm expression, the evening sun came straight from behind him, and the light golden halo softened the overly cold lines of his face. Throwing it up and down in the hands, drawing a silver arc in mid-air, "Tell me, what do I want, what do you have."

Song Xiaoran looked at him without avoiding:

"I still have seven months to turn [-]. At that time, [-]% of Yuanshan Group's shares will be transferred to my name, and my fourth brother will still have [-]% of Fu's."

Song Xiaoran didn't shy away from showing all his cards, because Mu Nancheng also showed his cards to him. Although there was a commotion at the entrance of the living room just now, he still recognized that those people were the most famous managers and actuaries in the financial street of country A. Teacher, two of them are Chinese. They teamed up to attack a large retail group in Kyoto before. They are people who have made the Chinese business world famous. After contacting Ennan Group's recent series of actions, Song Xiaoran understood Mu Nancheng's next move. planned.

Wealth is something that no one would think is too much to touch. For a person like Mu Nancheng, Xiao Nanjiang is not in his eyes. As long as he eats Yuanshan and Fu's, the Ennan Group will be invincible in the whole of China.

If Song Xiaoran was still apprehensive before coming to country M, then when he sat in Mu Nancheng's living room, he gained confidence, he was sure that he had what Mu Nancheng wanted.

Mu Nancheng stared at him unblinkingly, his gaze was so naked that it was almost aggressive, Song Xiaoran felt that he was being cut and peeled by a cold scalpel, and every blood vessel seemed to be exposed in front of this person.

Song Xiaoran resisted the urge to frown and vomit, and looked at Mu Nancheng calmly, but the raised veins on the back of his flat hand still revealed his endurance that was on the verge of limit.

Mu Nancheng smiled slowly. He walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite Song Xiaoran. He threw the lighter on the marble coffee table and made a light "snap" sound:

"One more condition." Mu Nancheng raised his index finger. He stared at Song Xiaoran's face like a falcon staring at its prey, each of which was like a whip on Xiao Ran's keen nerves, "I want marry me!"

Song Xiaoran blurted out in shock: "I'm already married to my fourth brother!"

"If he's dead," Mu Nancheng lazily approached the sofa, tapping his knuckles on the armrest leisurely, ignoring Song Xiaoran's gloomy face immediately after hearing the first half sentence, "you can remarry, if he lives Come down, you will get divorced."

Song Xiaoran pursed his lips tightly. His anger only rose for a moment before being suppressed. He only needed to think a little to understand what Mu Nancheng meant. The Yuanshan shares left by his grandfather were for him to inherit, and he was not allowed to use them in any If he dies, the shares will be left to his spouse and children.

In short, unless Song Xiaoran married Mu Nancheng, his promise would be a blank sheet of paper. Mu Nancheng even investigated the content of his grandfather's will. He came prepared.

Understanding Mu Nancheng's intention, Song Xiaoran nodded:

"I promise."

If Mu Nancheng can save Fu Yuxing, all the conditions are not a problem, if not... Song Xiaoran's lips flicked a slight arc.

Mu Nancheng raised his palms, indicating that he still has something to say:

"You swear in the name of your dead mother that no matter whether Fu Yuxing lives or dies, you will marry me, Mu Nancheng, with shares in the Yuanshan Group. You are not allowed to escape or die, otherwise He Qiao's soul will never be at peace!"

Song Xiaoran got up abruptly, he stared at Mu Nancheng like he was staring at a terrifying monster!

Mu Nancheng smiled, the smile didn't reach his eyes at all,

"I'm surprised that I know what's on your mind? You asked the doctor to prescribe sleeping pills, and you saved up all of them. Did you want to die with Fu Yuxing when he died? Such affection is so deep and righteous, it's really touching!"

Song Xiaoran lifted his foot and left.

"Song Xiaoran," Mu Nancheng called his name, with three syllables on the tip of his tongue. It was obviously a very soft tone, but the content of the words made Song Xiaoran's blood run cold instantly, "You and Fu Yuxing Sweet, sweet, loving, and now I still want to be with him forever, but I have thought about your grandfather, your uncle, and your mother, they are under the nine springs, and they can't rest in peace."

Song Xiaoran turned his head suddenly, his voice was so bloodshot that it was almost tearing apart:

"What do you mean by that?!"

Mu Nancheng sat there without moving. He tapped twice on the table with his fingers, and his unwavering tone revealed the coercion of giving orders and the certainty that he must win:

"Sit down and listen carefully."

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