C65

Cheng Jinchuan was patient.

He understood that he had to develop within the country, not only for Origin Radiant, but also for Luo Luo Luo.

If he wasn't by her side, the other men would definitely take advantage of the situation and enter.

This Mu Beihan in front of him made him feel threatened, Luo Luo seemed to treat him rather differently.

Yan Luoluo was his classmate in high school with this lively and cheerful girl. When they were in high school, she had a good impression of her, but at that time, she already had a boyfriend, so he could only wish her happiness.

When he met her again in France, he was ecstatic.

He vowed never to miss her again.

If he didn't find investors in China this time, it would be difficult for him to develop smoothly in China.

He had some influence in France, but in China it was almost impossible for him to make a quick foothold without the help of his partners.

What he needed the most now was time.

Mu Beihan snorted coldly, and looked at Cheng Jinchuan who was patiently enduring the situation.

After eating his fill, Yan Luoluo asked Yan Qingfan: "Fanfan, are you full yet? After we've eaten our fill, it's time for us to go home. "

He carried Fanfan from Mu Beihan's arms and carried his own handbag with his other hand. He turned his head and said: "Jinchuan, Director Mu, I've settled the score, let's go."

Yan Qingfan waved his hands to bid farewell to the two of them.

Mu Beihan stood up, wanting to send Yan Luoluo back, but Cheng Jinchuan beat him to it: "Luo Luo, I'll send you back."

Mu Beihan felt aggrieved once again. Since he was so untactful, then don't blame him for being impolite.

Yan Luoluo turned her head and said: "There's no need to be polite, I called a taxi."

Cheng Jinchuan could only compromise, and said: "Okay, then you take care of safety … …"

"I'll send you off." Mu Beihan said coldly.

Without waiting for her to retort, he grabbed Yan Luoluo's apricot-colored sequined handbag and pulled her hand as he walked towards his car.

"Sigh …" Being pulled by, she could only turn around and throw an apologetic glance at him.

Cheng Jinchuan waved his hand, signalling for them to be fine, but the moment Yan Luoluo turned around, his gaze turned cold.

He suddenly felt that he was about to lose Rolo.

Mu Beihan was still holding onto Yan Qingfan, but he did not dare make any big movements, afraid that he would accidentally injure Qingfan.

She could only say, "Why did you come again tonight?"

Mu Beihan tightened his grip on her hand and said: "Looks like I shouldn't have come."

Shouldn't he have come over and disturbed her time and time again?

However, she tactfully swallowed her words …

Along the way, Yan Qingfan lay in Mu Beihan's embrace, his heart struggling as he walked on his own. This time, he was carried by someone else, and that "someone else" was the same as the last time he was hugged.

But he was really reluctant and he didn't want to leave the Uncle Mu's embrace. He convinced himself that it was his last time and it was really his last.

Three people with extremely high looks were walking on the street, which constantly attracted attention. Some of them even took out their phones to take pictures.

When they were getting on the car, Yan Luoluo didn't take the initiative to speak, she just sat quietly in the front seat and fastened her seat belt. Then, he watched as Mu Beihan placed Yan Qingfan on the child's seat.

She suddenly realised that Mu Beihan had actually placed a child's seat on his ten million yuan sports car.

At that moment, she had mixed feelings in her heart.

Is he accepting Fanfan's orders?

Perhaps it was because of the presence of the Fanfan, Mu Beihan actually sent the mother and son pair home honestly this time. He did not make any small movements, and only fiercely spoke out when Yan Luoluo held Yan Qingfan's hand and was about to lead him into the corridor:

"In the future, you're not allowed to collect flowers from other men."

"Other men mean …"

Yan Luoluo retorted but before she could finish, Mu Beihan had already sped off, leaving behind a string of exhaust.

Heh, what an arrogant man.