Perhaps because he discovered that the owner of this body noticed this, Zhu Yuanqing's heart beat even faster, and his presence rang out in the ears of both of them.
Zhu Yuanqing didn't notice this. He was completely absorbed in the elastic muscles of his hands and didn't even notice that Mu Honghui was getting closer and closer to him.
When he came to his senses, the breath of another person had already sprayed on his ears. Mu Honghui's voice was low and full of smiles: "Are you comfortable?"
It was like a bomb dropped into Zhu Yuanqing's mind. He was startled and suddenly retracted his hand.
He shrank back too quickly, and his palm rubbed against it hard, feeling a soft and tough touch on his palm.
Then, a low, muffled groan entered his ears.
Zhu Yuanqing stood up suddenly as if startled, then took big steps back, his eyes wide open with shock.
What?! !
The measuring tape floated from Mu Honghui's body onto the wheelchair, and part of it fell to the ground.
The two were less than a meter apart. One end of the measuring tape was in Zhu Yuanqing's hand, and the other end was held by Mu Honghui, like a white guiding line.
The touch of his palm lingered, and Zhu Yuanqing looked at Mu Honghui in disbelief, as if he was looking at some rare species.
Seeing Zhu Yuanqing behave like this for the first time, Mu Honghui looked at him with great interest, his deep pupils faintly glowing.
So cute.
Zhu Yuanqing took a deep breath, the tips of his ears slightly reddened: "Mu Honghui, pay attention to your image!"
Mu Honghui smiled: "Don't you like it?"
Zhu Yuanqing's ears were burning with anger. His face was stern and sparks were almost coming out of his eyes.
"It's broad daylight, in a clear and bright place..." He pressed his forehead and finally calmed down. "If you don't behave yourself, I'll find someone else."
Mu Honghui tugged at the measuring tape in his hand, straightening it from the ground. He looked incredibly innocent. "Yeah, I promise. Assistant Xu, come over here."
Zhu Yuanqing gritted his teeth, put away the measuring tape, and continued with the previous process.
Nothing unexpected happened this time. Zhu Yuanqing calmed his mind, measured from front to back, and then filled in the values in the table next to it.
The upper body is easy to measure, the legs are also okay, but the hips are not so convenient.
Mu Honghui knew that it would be too much to do it again, so he took the initiative to report the value: "92."
Zhu Yuanqing looked at him suspiciously.
"It was probably measured a few years ago." Mu Honghui explained helplessly, "There shouldn't be much change in this area."
Zhu Yuanqing wrote down the data, took a quick look, and saw the bright 102.
It was indeed quite large. Zhu Yuanqing asked again, "How tall is it?"
"187cm"
It’s okay. Zhu Yuanqing filled in the data and found that he was not much shorter than himself.
"Okay." Zhu Yuanqing put down his pen, "Now let's go choose the fabric."
"Wait." Mu Honghui stopped him, "You want to go too, let's take the test together."
"I can test it myself." Zhu Yuanqing finally understood that he couldn't leave this person any loopholes. "President Mu, please leave first."
The people outside waited for almost half an hour and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Mu Honghui come out. After all, if he didn't come out, they would have knocked on the door.
Zhu Yuanqing was very quick and finished the measurements in no time. After selecting the fabric, he decided on the style, and the day passed like this.
It takes five days to customize the clothes, and the banquet that Mu Honghui mentioned happens to be five days later. Once the clothes are received, the banquet will also begin.
During this period, Fang Mao approached Zhu Yuanqing and asked him about the cooperation in various ways. He also proposed to register his household registration in the Fang family, but was rejected by Zhu Yuanqing.
Fang's mother was okay, she did have some feelings for her biological son whom she hadn't seen for more than 20 years, but Fang Mao was different.
Half a lifetime of ups and downs in the business world not only washed away most of this middle-aged man's family affection, but also left him with a heart filled with money and material desires.
Every time Zhu Yuanqing saw Fang Mao, he seemed to be able to smell the smell of money from him. There was calculation in his eyes every minute and every second. When he looked at Zhu Yuanqing, it was more like looking at a stranger who could bring him great benefits than looking at his son.
Really not wanting to see him, Zhu Yuanqing called Mr. Jin, whom he had met before, in order to calm this man who was always thinking about things that didn't belong to him.
"Damn it." Fang Mao hung up the phone and cursed, "Have they forgotten how they groveled before me before? Now they all run to Jin Weitai with their tails wagging!"
Originally, the Mu family was biased towards Wanchuan, but no one knew what tricks that Jin Weitai used, and now the whole circle is saying that the Mu family wants to cooperate with the Jin family!
Mrs. Fang was a little scared and worried when she saw her husband's furious look, but she was just a simple lady. All she had to worry about every day was which sister to go to the beauty salon with. She knew nothing about business matters.
"Honey, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly so angry?" Mrs. Fang asked carefully after her husband's anger gradually subsided.
"You're the good son you gave birth to!" Fang Mao became angry again when he heard Mrs. Fang's voice. "He doesn't know what to do every day. He runs outside every day and knows nothing about the company's affairs!"
"One said he was working under Mu Honghui's supervision, but in the end, he couldn't be relied upon at all!"
Mrs. Fang was also a little angry at what he said: "Isn't Xu Mo your son? Didn't we raise Xiangyang together? Why do you blame me for everything that happened?"
"Besides," Mrs. Fang said, "Xiangyang didn't do nothing. He has a good relationship with the Zheng family."
This was what her younger sister told her. Xiangfangyang has not been home these days and has been spotted with Zheng Chengzhou several times.
Zheng Chengzhou is the only son of the Zheng family. Although he is not as good as the Mu family, his status is higher than Wanchuan. If Xiangyang can become a couple with him, it would be a huge benefit.
"Zheng family?" Fang Mao's eyes rolled. "Are you telling the truth?"
Mrs. Fang said angrily, "Why would I lie to you? They sent me the photos, how could this be fake?"
Fang Mao finally felt a little relieved, but he was still worried.
"Talk to Xiangyang and make him change his mind. The Zheng family member is no fool. If this fails, I'll come after him!"
"I know, I know." Mrs. Fang walked out of the study with her bag slung over her shoulder.
She also made an appointment with her sisters to play mahjong together.
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