My little mom is the richest man

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qiu talked about going to the celebration banquet with the sisters in the family, mainly telling her sister that it doesn’t matter if anything else is said, and then let them take care of themselves for dinner, such as ordering a takeaway. What, they are not good at cooking after all.

When she said that, Mu Qiu thought that her sister would be arguing and want to follow her, but she nodded her head without wanting her sister to be so happy, so Mu Qiu couldn't help asking her: "You don't want to follow me?"

My sister was thinking about how to write the first chapter of the manga. Hearing that, she only glanced up at Mu Qiu, and then said disdainfully: "Your sister, I am going, that is the protagonist of the audience, and the celebration party? To become my personal fan signing event."

Mu Qiu’s smile was gradually embarrassed when she heard this. Indeed, in terms of her sister’s reputation, from international stars and billionaires worth hundreds of millions, to the people of Liming and grassroots cadres, they might all be fans of her sister. If she followed Mu Qiu went there together, and he also identified his identity. I am afraid that this celebration banquet would not be held. Even Mu Qiu would have to become Mu Qingcheng's foil, and then the news would spread like wildfire. Then the reporters rushed. Come, in the end, I am afraid that the food will not eat well.

My elder sister was very thoughtful in this regard, and before leaving, the elder sister stopped her younger brother again and picked him out a suit from the closet.The suit is the same style that Mu Qiu wore last time. They are all made according to Mu Qiu's figure, cut by hand, and each set is of great value.

These suits were ordered by my mother before, and they are available in spring, summer, autumn and winter styles, and they are filled with a large wardrobe, but Muqiu is not very cold with suits, including the promotion of "Qingyu Zhi" in Beijing a few days ago. At the event, if it wasn't for his sister who insisted on asking him to wear a suit, he wouldn't think of wearing a suit.

After changing into a suit, my elder sister combed Mu Qiu's hairstyle personally, just like last time, and said, "You may not believe it. My elder sister is still a well-known image designer. Siyun asked me for it before. I have become a world-class image designer, and they all bow down in front of my sister."

This is the first time Mu Qiu has heard about this, but he is not to blame. After all, he has not specifically checked all kinds of information about her sister online. If you check it, you will know that her sister is really not bragging about her image online. There is a record of her design ability, including what she said that a top designer in the world willingly bowed down in front of her, but it is a pity that she has only done image design for herself in her life, and others have never done it. Honor.

Now this honor falls on the little dead child. The little dead child doesn't think there is anything special. On the contrary, it is troublesome to change clothes and get hair.

The elder sister said: "It's just that you are so lucky as a dead child. Every time my elder sister used to go out for activities, she did her own makeup and hairstyle. Others wanted her sister to give her to her and didn't bother to take care of it.

Mu Qiu laughed and said, "Well, my sister is the best, and I love my sister the most."

A flower-like smile bloomed on the face of the sister: "Count your acquaintance. Okay, go, remember to come back early."

In the face of Mu Qiu, my sister is always so satisfied, it seems that his very common compliment is the best gift to her.

After leaving home, Mu Qiu drove the red Ferrari Raphael out of the garage. It was the first time he drove this car after he bought it back. Although it was not the most expensive in his garage, it was also a powerful one.But then again, in Beijing, a city with heavy traffic, Mu Qiu, who has a holy level of car skills, dared to speed up to more than 100 per hour on the highway where cars go.

Of course, others can do the same, but only if he has the ability to ignore the ticket.

Under Mu Qiu’s fast driving, night had just come, and he arrived at the target location at seven o’clock. It was a well-known hotel in Beijing. There were many banquet rooms in the hotel, so that he could contract for such activities. The guests.Yang Mei is also spending money lavishly, and her opponents are very good, and she is not short of money, so both the facade and other things are arranged in place.

There were two people standing outside the banquet room, wearing waiter costumes. Many newcomers were queuing to enter. Everyone had to have an invitation. Mu Qiu didn't have an invitation, but his face is better than anything else. Coupled with his outstanding temperament, he was immediately noticed as soon as he walked over. Everyone invited Mu Qiu to the front with trepidation. The waiter obviously knew Mu Qiu, and he did not ask for a post. Go to Yang Mei with Muqiu.

In fact, you don’t need to look for it specially. There are dozens of tables and hundreds of chairs neatly arranged in the spacious banqueting room. There is also a stage at the front. The table closest to the stage and placed in the middle is the one with the highest status. A group of people were sitting, and Dilly was sitting there at this time, and Yang Mei was standing by and talking with a few others.

"I can just go by myself." Mu Qiu said to the waiter.

The waiter nodded and retreated quickly.

Mu Qiu walked towards Dili on his own. This snack product still has the same nature. There are various shelves on the left and right sides of the banquet room. There are wine and food, and it feels like a party. You can eat whatever you want. help yourself.Of course, because of time, most of these dishes are not very hot, so the dinner still has to wait for everyone to be seated, and the chefs in the hotel kitchen will cook them one by one and then serve them.

But Dilly obviously couldn't wait for the dinner. At this moment, she was sitting in a chair, holding a plate of mochi in her left hand, and eating one bite at a time.

Mu Qiu sneaked around and slapped her behind her back.

Di Li had just eaten a mochi and was startled by Mu Qiu's slap. She choked in her throat with a mouthful of mochi, her eyes widened, her mouth widened, and her face panicked.

When Mu Qiu saw this, he slapped her back again, and Dilly swallowed the mochi smoothly.

She sighed and glared with anger, turning her head around to scold her. The moment she saw Mu Qiu, her angry face turned into a surprise again, completely ignoring the look in the eyes of others, and suddenly threw herself into Mu Qiu's arms.

"You're here!"

She held Mu Qiu without letting go, her face was full of joy.

It has been more than 20 days since I met at the last event. The last time I met was because the occasion was more formal. After that, Mu Qiu left in a hurry to avoid being surrounded by reporters, so there was not much time to be alone with Di Li. This caused this Nizi to be very resentful, and now she was rushing into Mu Qiu's arms regardless, which surprised Mu Qiu.

However, he was surprised and surprised. He didn't feel embarrassed. After all, he had a good impression of this girl since he first saw her, so he touched her head and said softly, "I'm not afraid of gaining weight by eating like this every day?"

"Don't be afraid, people can't eat fat. Dili smiled and said, seeing that Yang Mei had noticed here, and she was coming over, so she quickly let go. ,...