camouflage amnesia

-Emperor Capital-

Yue Yanxi stood in front of a huge oil painting, "Old Zhao, what do you think of this painting?"

Zhao Bing's attitude is respectful: "I know nothing about artworks, so I dare not speak nonsense."

Yue Yanxi chuckled, "I'm not a tiger, why would I dare?"

Zhao Bing shook his head, "Miss is kind to me, I just respect you."

"I'm already at this age, and people still call me Miss, which sounds awkward."

Yue Yanxi didn't wait for the other party to answer, but instead said, "He Jinhuai believed you?"

"Even if he doesn't want to believe it, greed will push him to believe it." Zhao Bing said with a smile, "Actually, wouldn't it be a good thing for Yuehui Group that He Jinhuai inherits the He Group? Why don't I take advantage of the situation to help him—"

"Old Zhao, I know you are a smart person, but I don't want you to make your own decisions." Yue Yanxi interrupted.

"Sorry, I was the one who said too much." Zhao Bing said.

"Is that Chen Yi clean?" Yue Yanxi asked.

"Chen Yi lived in the imperial capital from birth until he graduated from university and started a business. His parents are also ordinary civil servants, so there is no major problem in their background." Zhao Bing replied.

Yue Yanxi nodded, "Then you should help him well."

Zhao Bing: "No matter how busy you are, Missy, you must pay attention to your body. I think you have lost weight recently."

Yue Yanxi: "This is skinny beauty, isn't it popular among young people nowadays."

Zhao Bing: "That's what celebrities pursue."

Yue Yanxi: "Okay, go get busy first."

Zhao Bing: "Yes."

In the empty gallery, Yue Yanxi was the only one left. She took out her mobile phone and called her personal trainer.

"Hey, Chen, I want to change the recipe."

——"Mr. Yue, are you dissatisfied with the recipe I made for you?"

Yue Yanxi said: "I see Mr. He is in good condition recently, please change my recipe to the same one as hers."

She recently changed to a new fitness personal trainer, the same one as He Jinzhou.

——"But everyone's situation is different, Mr. He may not necessarily..."

"It's okay, I just want to try her out." Yue Yanxi didn't care if others thought she was arbitrary.

——"This...then I may need to tell Mr. He that I also want to protect the privacy of my employer..."

The voice on the phone could hear some embarrassment.

Yue Yanxi curled her lips: "Of course, I believe that a generous person like Mr. He will agree."

The private trainer surnamed Chen just arrived at He Jinzhou's private house. After being led into the gym by the servant, he took the employer to warm up and said, "Yue Yanxi Mr. Yue, she said that you look good, ask Can I use your recipe for her."

Celebrity circles say it’s not big, a good private trainer also needs you to compete for it. When Yue Yanxi found this private trainer, he said it was introduced by Mr. He. Coach Chen thought that the relationship between the two was not bad.

He Jinzhou didn't understand what Yue Yanxi was trying to do, did he know her recipe so that he could poison her?

But she didn't want to embarrass the little girl, and said, "Create a new recipe for her, just say I use it."

"Okay, Mr. He." The coach is also a smart person, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He Mu had a video conference with the venture capital, and went home early to sit in front of the computer.

When it's over, it's nine o'clock in the evening.

She looked at the wall clock on the wall and muttered in a low voice, "Why do you say there is an access control, and only me is banned for co-authoring?"

Coincidentally, there was the sound of a key unlocking the door.

He Mu immediately jumped to sit on the sofa, and grabbed a magazine on the table.

... No, what a guilty conscience!

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, she raised her eyes, Mu Qingran's face was slightly flushed, did she drink alcohol?

He Mu blurted out: "Have you enjoyed eating with Mr. Ran?" They all had a drink.

Mu Qingran blushed, but it was actually because of the wind blowing outside.

"You didn't go, Mr. Ran is a little regretful." She conveyed the truth.

"I'm not going, you should be very happy." He Mu said with a sting.

She found that every time she went to a meeting, Mu Qingran's eyes drifted towards Mr. Ran from time to time, which made people angry.

Mu Qingran secretly thought about the meaning of this sentence, could it be that she could see her concern and jealousy?

Does that mean that he also knows that Ran Mingjun intends to pursue her?

Mu Qingran didn't want to bother thinking about it anymore, the more she thought about it, the more upset she became.

"I'm going to take a shower." She left a faint sentence and walked into the bathroom with her things.

He Mu felt the coldness of the other party's tone, and punched and kicked the leaving figure.

Stinky shrimp!

When Mu Qingran came out of the bathroom, He Mu had already returned to his room.

She sat on the sofa, looked at the closed door of the master bedroom, and kept replaying the words that Ran Mingjun said during the meal in her mind.

In fact, Ran Mingjun did not specify what to do, but revealing his feelings to her, an ordinary business partner, is hard not to understand as a declaration of war.

If suitors like Xiao Qi and Wang Manjing who play straight balls don't like it, it means that they can keep their distance after confessing.

But Mr. Ran, who has a certain amount of advance and retreat, is the easiest to boil the frog in warm water.

Isn't He Mu's affection for her also cultivated for a long time?

Mu Qingran gradually realized that she was so afraid of her child being snatched away.

The previous certainty was just because he knew that He Mu's eyes had never moved away from her.

But now, it seems that he is not so sure.

Early in the morning, He Mu received a call from the driver. He didn't know what he had eaten, and he needed to go to the hospital for water.

When Mu Qingran heard the phone call, she guessed right, the child should not have a car.

"Let's go to the company together." Mu Qingran said.

"Okay, I'll pay you how much the gas costs." He Mu calculated very clearly.

"What if I don't want money?" Mu Qingran asked.

"Then I'll take a taxi." He Mu didn't answer.

Mu Qingran took a step back, "You treat me to dinner."

He Mubai glanced at her, "You are a person who can take advantage, the fare is high, how much does it cost to treat you to a meal, are you taking me for a ride?"

"I just want to take advantage of you, not just lip service." Mu Qingran said bluntly.

He Mu couldn't speak, and the serious people were playing hooligans, which caught people off guard the most.

"Got it, I invite you tonight." She said perfunctorily.

The corners of Mu Qingran's lips twitched, as long as Ran Zong didn't take advantage of it, he would still be her child.

But this temporary agreement was interrupted by a formal invitation.

He Mu just finished the meeting, walking side by side with Mu Qingran, the phone in his hand vibrated.

"Hello, Mr. Ran."

Mu Qingran's ears sharpened when he heard these two words.

"tonight?"

"Well...it's nothing important."

"That ticket seems to be really hard to get. I'll call Mr. Ran back later, okay?"

Through a few replies, Mu Qingran faintly guessed what kind of invitation the other party was sending to He Mu.

He Mu hung up the phone, did not speak immediately, but followed Mu Qingran into the office.

"You need me for something?" Mu Qingran said with a bit of coldness that he didn't realize.

She knew what it was, probably wanted to cancel dinner.

He Mu: "Mr. Ran's friend can't go to Shu Lang's concert tonight. She doesn't want to waste tickets, so she asked me if I can go."

Mu Qingran: "Yes."

He Mu frowned: "What does 'um' mean?"

Mu Qingran: "Our dinner time can be changed."

She didn't want He Mu to speak.

He Mu was startled, then let out a chuckle, and said, "Okay, I'll tell Mr. Ran later, I'm very glad to be able to enjoy the wonderful song with her."

Shu Lang is a musician that He Mu likes very much. Because he was busy, he didn't pay attention to the news that the concert tour would have a stop in Nancheng. When he found out, there were no tickets.

She originally wanted to ask Mu Qingran if she wanted to go, to see if Mr. Ran could part with her, but now it seems that there is no need to ask.

Mr. Mu, who has so many things to do every day, may only feel that he is wasting his time.

He Mu went out with a cold face.

Mu Qingran rubbed the center of her brow lightly, but couldn't calm down the irritability in her heart.

If she just asked He Mu not to go, would she refuse Mr. Ran's invitation?

But some things, always wait until they happen to regret it.

She obviously didn't mean that.

She knew that He Mu liked Shu Lang, so she wanted to ask, can they wait until the next Shu Lang concert, and they go together.

But what you say is always different from what you think in your heart.

……

When attending a concert, dress should not be too casual.

He Mu left the company early and went home to prepare.

Mu Qingran passed by the empty office, walked in by accident, sat on the still warm swivel chair, and watched the black computer screen go blank.

At the entrance of the theater with a circular dome, formally dressed people entered the venue together.

He Mu, who was wearing a red evening dress, supported the driver's arm to get out of the car.

Seeing it from a distance, Ran Mingjun couldn't help but take a photo, and for some reason, he posted a circle of friends that only Mu Qingran could see.

[Such a beauty, my luck. ]