[Time Travel] When a Musical Specialist Meets an Insomniac CEO (Part 1) ^…

The battle between the two presidents was quite intense. It was hard to understand why President Duan, who was known for his romantic and passionate nature, would go to such lengths to break up with President Mu for a man he met for the first time.

The fact is, the two not only had a fight, but it was quite loud, which opened the eyes of people in the circle.

Yesterday, Mr. Mu gave a piano worth a million dollars, and today Mr. Duan is going to give an even more expensive one.

Yesterday, Mr. Duan gave 999 roses, and today, Mr. Mu bought a flower field for the pianist.

Yesterday, Mr. Duan wanted to help the pianist make his debut, and today, Mr. Mu came to me.

...Wait, why is it my business?

I pressed my temples, and the brain cells that had been destroyed by the mermaids began to work.

The Duan family's main business is in the entertainment industry, and they own the second largest company in the entire entertainment industry.

The first one is my circular entertainment.

The Mu family is mainly engaged in real estate. If they want to compete with Mr. Duan in the entertainment industry, they can only come to me.

The Mu family has always maintained a good cooperative relationship with the company under my name. Originally, it was just a matter of promoting one person, which was not a difficult task.

After all, the person to be promoted is not only quite capable, but can also become popular without any promotion if given a suitable stage. Moreover, he can also gain a favor from the Mu family. Why not do it?

The problem is, this pianist is a raider.

The target is most likely me.

If Mr. Ruomu sends the person to my place, and then the pianist wants to talk to me about feelings, things will become very costly.

Mr. Mu and Mr. Duan fought over a pianist, so it's hard not to suspect that if they go crazy, they will bring their entire company to deal with my company.

Although their actions were nothing more than an egg hitting a rock to me, it was not a pleasant experience to be splashed with rotten eggs.

"President, do you want Mr. Mu to go to the reception room?" asked the assistant.

"Let President Mu go first. I'll be there soon."

Let me first see to what extent Mr. Mu, who is always calm and composed, has gone crazy.

Passing by the assistant, I stopped and looked at him.

He was still wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and a thin jacket today, with the buttons buttoned up meticulously. The central air-conditioning maintained a suitable temperature, making his forehead feel refreshed and free of sweat.

I could not help but recall again that he had rejected my open proposal the night before.

And his eyes did not contain joy.

I gritted my teeth, then suddenly pushed him against the wall, pressed him down and kissed him hard.

He was a little surprised, but did not struggle. Instead, he raised his head and cooperated with my actions, being extremely obedient.

This is not a rejection.

Why did he show strange expressions twice?

What he said at the beginning was "I do", not "I love you too".

Do you really love me?

If you don't like it, why agree to it?

If you like it, why don't you want to make it public?

When I thought about this, anger burned from my heart to my lips and tongue. When I couldn't help but leave, I bit his lips hard.

"Hmm," he felt pain and a muffled groan came out of his throat.

I stood up and stopped myself from biting his lips. However, I sucked and rubbed his lips repeatedly. They looked like ripe fruits and were quite sweet. The bite marks were the evidence.

I held the side of his face and slowly traced the bite mark with my fingertips.

He was bitten by me for no reason, but he was not angry. He just smiled and reminded me, "President, President Mu should have arrived in the reception room."

As he spoke, his lips and teeth trembled slightly with the sound of his voice, bringing with them a slightly warm and moist air flow that made my fingertips numb.

My voice was hoarse from the kiss, "I love you."

"Do you love me?"

The assistant tilted his head and kissed my fingertips. He leaned his cheek against my palm and whispered, "Of course."

I suddenly wanted to put my fingers into his mouth, pinch his lips and tongue with two fingers until he couldn't utter any more words.

"certainly".

It's that vague answer again.

I took my hand back and said, "Wait in the office for a while. Wait until the swelling goes down before leaving. I'm going to see President Mu."

I turned around, but he stopped me, "Wait a moment, President."

He reached out and smoothed the hem of my waist, which was slightly lifted up due to his light grip when we kissed.

He always likes to hold my waist when kissing.

I looked down at the hem of my clothes that had been restored to its original state, and recalled how he had held my waist tightly during our deep kiss. I couldn't tell whether his movements were to push me away or to bring me closer, whether he was resisting or being aroused.

…

"Sorry for the long wait, Mr. Mu."

"I just had an urgent matter and took a phone call, so I just came in."

Mr. Mu and I shook hands and both sat down.

I smiled and said, "Boss Mu seems to be in much better condition these days."

President Mu also smiled and said, "If you sleep well, you will naturally be energetic."

I used this to lead the pianist to ask, "Is it because of your friend?"

President Mu took over the conversation, "Yes, it's because of him."

"Every time I listen to his piano, I always feel drowsy, just like I did at the last banquet."

I nodded. “Yes, it is relaxing.”

President Mu said, "President, do you think he can make his debut based on his ability?"

I showed a little surprise at the right time, "Of course. But Mr. Mu, do you want him to debut?"

"yes."

I picked up the teacup and pretended to joke, "Mr. Mu, he will definitely become a big star in the entertainment industry, but what will you do? Are you willing to let him go?"

Obviously, Mr. Mu was reluctant.

So he said, "CEO, I have an unwelcome request. I want him to sign a contract with Huanxing Entertainment."

"As long as he can release an album and hold a concert once in a while, that's fine. You don't need to give him other variety show resources."

I smiled, "That's a bit of a waste."

Mr. Mu asked, "What does the president think?"

I said slowly, "Your friend has good looks, strong abilities, and most importantly, unique characteristics."

"He just lacks a platform. As long as he can get in front of the public, he will definitely be remembered."

"I signed him, and I made money."

I have no intention of "lowering the price". What I am talking about are obvious advantages and are very objective.

But when Mr. Mu heard this, he almost couldn't control his expression.

He didn't want the pianist to become famous, and didn't even plan to let him enter the entertainment industry.

In fact, he might even be regretting allowing the pianist to appear in front of people at the banquet.

But there was no turning back.

The CEOs and directors, their desire for a good night's sleep was stronger than he had imagined.

He generously allowed the pianist to play in front of everyone, probably just to show his gentleness to the pianist and create a harmless image.

He thought that the Mu family could keep the pianist.

By the time he realized things were off track, it was too late.

The pianist obviously wanted to get in the spotlight, and President Duan seized on this and lured the pianist away from President Mu with the offer of entry into the entertainment industry.

The pianist was moved.

After all, the pianist and Mr. Mu are currently just in an employment relationship.

Even if the two are in a romantic relationship, President Mu has no right to interfere with the pianist's choices about future plans.

The pianist hasn't left yet only because he misses the old times, but he has already had the idea of ​​leaving in his heart.

Mr. Mu couldn't force him to stay.

After all, people have no resistance when they sleep, so the pianist who plays for them must always be willing to do so.

Besides, no one can guarantee that the music played by a pianist who plays with emotion can still have the effect of inducing people to sleep.

Mr. Duan is just the beginning. After Mr. Duan, there will be more people competing for the pianist. And Mr. Mu can't protect him.

Mr. Mu, who realized this, found me.

After sorting out all the clues, I couldn't help but make a strange expression.

I stopped trying to cover it up and asked directly, "Boss Mu, you and Boss Duan have been pursuing your friend quite aggressively recently."

"That's understandable. After all, the piano music your friend played is really unique."

Looking at his tense body, I tapped the cup with my fingertips and jokingly said, "You asked him to sign up for Huanhang Entertainment, aren't you afraid that I'm close to you?"

President Mu relaxed, as if he was extremely relieved, and said with a smile, "No, I'm not worried if it's on your side."

"After all, you don't have insomnia and always sleep well."