Chapter 57

The little vegetative man can’t see with his eyes, but his five senses and six perceptions are very sharp. He can feel that Mu Qingliu is very close to him, and he can even feel his body temperature and breath very clearly.

His hands kept groping, and kept going up along Mu Qingliu’s slender neck.

Mu Qingliu’s neck was very hot, and his fingertips were almost burned.

Song Yin felt the corner of the other party’s mouth, tried to pry open Mu Qingliu’s lips, and whispered, "Spit it out quickly, spit it out quickly."

Song Yin’s ears were also hot, and it was hard to tell the difference from Mu Qingliu’s body temperature.

His fingertips followed the gap between Mu Qingliu’s lips and tried to pry into the gap.

Mu Qingliu’s lips were very hot, and now even his fingertips were infected with the strange heat.

The world seemed to have turned into a huge incinerator, burning everything with reason.

"Spit it out quickly."

Mu Qingliu grabbed his hand and pulled it to his Adam's apple.

Then he swallowed it gently.

The little plant could clearly feel the sexy Adam's apple moving up and down, and something was really swallowed. The incinerator

was blazing.

Mu Qingliu smiled indifferently in this fiery atmosphere, "It's too late."

He seemed to be showing off.

Song Yin felt that one day he would be pushed into the crematorium and burned into a slag by the high temperature. He would not be as heartbroken as he was at this moment.

[Help! ! ! ]

[The villain's character is broken! The villain is OOC! ! Is this book about to collapse?]

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【He is really... I have no face to live anymore!! 】

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A dragon king head of different colors immediately appeared on Mu Qingliu's head, half of it was an angry red dragon, and half of it was a shy pink dragon, which showed the tormented and shameful inner world of the little vegetable.

Countless bubbles of flaming red lips filled the car, making the charming atmosphere even more romantic.

Mu Qingliu took out the roses that were crushed and scattered, and his wife, who was half charming and half like the bouquet, was filled with unprecedented happiness in her mouth and heart. Her voice was no longer sparse, but full of the fullness and enthusiasm of human emotions.

Although not much.

For a top student who has learned 300G of video content, he finally successfully completed his first attempt in his life.

It's a bit perfect, and it can be more perfect next time.

Mu Qingliu put his hand on Song Yin's cheek and whispered to his wife, "Get well soon, baby, I really hope you can open your eyes and look at me tomorrow." Many business activities are not completed at the negotiation table. Some will be completed at the wine table, and some will be completed in various high-end places.

Mu Qingliu never goes to those messy places. The places he chooses must be so high-end that they cannot be added. Long Zhicheng is naturally the same. Wen Yancheng is wearing a brand new equestrian suit, and the tight waist design outlines his tall and strong figure vividly. It was the first time for Wen Yancheng to wear such close-fitting clothes. Apart from the necessary custom-made three-piece suits, he personally preferred comfortable casual styles. The horse trainer led two tall horses over like coaxing a child. The two horses were one black and one white, with smooth and flowing manes and shiny fur. They were simply the king and queen of horses. Mu Qingliu took the reins from the horse trainer and climbed onto the horse in a casual manner. His movements were smooth and natural. He didn't feel that his movements were restricted by the slim-fitting clothes at all. Instead, they added a lot of aristocratic temperament. Wen Yancheng carefully observed his movements and followed his example to climb onto the snow-white horse. He almost failed to climb up, but he held his breath and tried again the second time. After he climbed on the horse, he found that his vision was suddenly opened up. It was completely different from the feeling of driving a car. It was a kind of heroic feeling hidden in a man's bones, which arose spontaneously. Mu Qingliu advised him not to try to drive a horse himself. People who ride horses for the first time are always irritable. However, when you are not familiar with the temperament of horses, especially if you have no riding experience, you must hand the reins to the horse trainer. Wen Yancheng immediately gave up the idea and obeyed very obediently. Mu Qingliu's big hands slowly stroked his black horse, and said softly, "Erwin and Cecilia are of Akhal-Teke bloodline, which was called the Ferghana horse in ancient times. I like this breed with light steps and hard work the most. It took a lot of effort to introduce them." Wen Yancheng could see that these two horses were very valuable and were very well trained. The annual expenditure of fodder, stable membership fees, and trainer's salary alone was almost several million. Wen Yancheng was quite confused about entering the world of the rich before. He felt that he had been poor for half his life, and suddenly wealth fell on his head, and he was afraid that he could not handle it. After following Mu Qingliu for some time, he re-examined his identity as a real young master. In fact, the rich families look glamorous and wealthy, but to maintain this respectability, more efforts are needed, sometimes including one's love and the rest of one's life. Wen Yancheng thought coolly: Even if he can meet his parents in the future and become a part of the rich circle, he will continue to study hard with his master and become an excellent person in all aspects. Mu Qingliu drove the horse slowly and talked about his experience with Wen Yancheng. The atmosphere was quite harmonious. Just in time. They arrived at the horse farm, and the view suddenly became extremely wide. Wooden fences divided the horse farm into the primary training area and the running area. Then the two of them smoothly met Long Zhicheng who had just returned from riding a horse. Wen Yancheng glanced at Mu Qingliu nervously. Mu Qingliu seemed to be unaware and guided Wen Yancheng to drive the horse between the gates of the running area. There are no restrictions in the running area. The whole lawn stretches for several kilometers, just to give distinguished VIP guests unrestrained enjoyment. Long Zhicheng's face was sweating, and a button of his white shirt was torn. After all, he was a middle-aged man and he was very particular about his image. Before he saw Wen Yancheng, the first person he saw was Mu Qingliu. Mu Qingliu is a legendary existence in the entire Beijing circle. It is said that the probability of seeing him in social occasions is even smaller than running into a popular star on the street.

No one could meet him. Even if they hired many private detectives, they could not find Mu Qingliu's specific whereabouts.

Long Zhicheng was also a good businessman. There was no wall between business circles. Today they were just nodding acquaintances, but tomorrow they might be business rivals.

After all, Mu Qingliu was a junior. If he did not take the initiative to greet him, he would appear uneducated. He had to take the initiative to greet him in a way that would not lose his status. Mu

Qingliu rode up to him and said with a faint smile, "Mr. Long is so elegant. This Andalusian horse is really strong and agile."

Mu Qingliu also kept two other more expensive purebred horses in his stable.

The horses he and Wen Yancheng rode were only ranked sixth in the world, not as good as Long Zhicheng's Andalusian purebred horse. He gave Long Zhicheng a little price difference and removed half of his opponent's guard.

Long Zhicheng really wanted to talk to the famous President Mu.

Then, he saw the handsome Wen Yancheng next to him.

It turned out to be this guy.

Wen Yancheng was also a natural clothes rack, very cool, and he showed his youthful vitality in a suit.

After all, Long Zhicheng was older, so he avoided Mu Qingliu's words and changed his words, "It's been a long time since we last met."

He got straight to the point and said, "President Mu usually doesn't like to show up in front of people. He lives in seclusion. Today, he actually brought a newcomer with him. I'm afraid he is a new assistant?"

The topic jumped three levels and went straight to Wen Yancheng.

Mu Qingliu wished he could say less to him and resolve the fight quickly, "This is not an assistant, but a business partner."

Oh?

Long Zhicheng carefully looked at Wen Yancheng, who was as tall as him. The more he looked at this young boy, the more he looked at his former majestic demeanor.

What a hell, how could there be such a similar person in the world?

When he heard that this young man could actually cooperate with the legendary Mu Qingliu, he looked at him with more admiration.

Wen Yancheng finally knew that the old man who bumped into him that day was his biological father.

Oh.

Wen Yancheng suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart. He had not grown up with the other person since he was a child. People say that the grace of raising is not as good as the grace of giving birth. This so-called father, in his heart, was really like a rich old man. He did not feel the tears of father and son meeting at all.

Long Zhicheng looked at him coldly, as if he owed him hundreds of millions, which was getting more and more weird.

The young man has quite a personality.

Mu Qingliu looked at the two of them and exchanged glances for a while before introducing them.

"This is Mr. Long Zhicheng, the president of our Beijing Business Circle. The long-term development of the company in the future cannot be separated from Mr. Long's support."

"This is Wen Yancheng, the chief CEO of Phantom Technology Company. He is young, promising, down-to-earth and hardworking. He is my best partner and his ability is immeasurable."

Mu Qingliu seldom exaggerates.

Except for his wife.

His current exaggeration is ostensibly for the future of the protagonist, but in fact it is for the future of him and his wife living a loving life.

Mu Qingliu exaggerates so much that he simply spares no effort.

Long Zhicheng was puzzled, thinking that the person who could make Mu Qingliu see into his eyes must be a genius from the past.

He thought about it.

I was also a genius in business in the past.

Why are they so similar in intelligence?

Just as they were chatting.

A man drove a horse in the distance and shouted, "Brother! You have made me suffer today!"

Mu Qingliu naturally knew who this guy was, and deliberately said, "Boss He's horse looks bad today."

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "Yancheng, let's go first."

When he said the word "Boss He", Wen Yancheng immediately realized that He Ziyang was coming, and his cold eyes immediately changed to an icy look, and he glanced fiercely in the direction of He Ziyang.

Damn thing!

Wen Yancheng was so angry with the man surnamed He that he could not hide the hatred that was obvious in his features.

This hatred immediately caught Long Zhicheng's attention.

Businessmen have the most vicious eyes.

Wen Yancheng followed Mu Qingliu and walked away.

Long Zhicheng noticed that the cool and handsome boy still looked back and sideways from time to time, constantly looking at He Ziyang who was approaching. Although the emotions hidden in his eyes gradually became unclear, he felt that he was not comfortable with rejection.

Could it be that there was a grudge between the two of them?

Otherwise, Mu Qingliu would not protect him and find an excuse to take the boy away from here.

He Ziyang was very upset because he was left far behind. He whipped the horse again and again, and seemed very angry.

"Brother! What are you looking at!" He Ziyang pulled the reins hard, and the horse neighed in pain, and was whipped again by him.

Long Zhicheng looked at his rudeness, and then looked at Wen Yancheng who kept looking back.

Strange, do these two know each other?

Long Zhicheng suppressed the increasing doubts in his heart, and said with a smile, "Okay, don't take it out on the horse anymore. I'm willing to admit defeat. You must treat me today."

Mu Qingliu assisted the protagonist to complete today's task of recognizing relatives, and bought a bunch of pink lilies on the way home.

You can't buy roses this time.

He remembered that his wife's chest was pricked by a rose, and it was so red that it was very distressing.

Mu Qingliu was the first to walk into Song Yin's ward, holding a lily.

The little vegetative patient came home early today, and just finished physical therapy, and was lying on the bed to rest.

The first thing Mu Qingliu asked when he entered the room was, "How was it today? Can Xiaoyin's legs move? Or is there any new progress?"

The experts said repeatedly, "How could it be so fast? Although the young lady's recent recovery is gratifying, we have to take it step by step and don't be impatient."

When Song Yin, who was lying on the bed, heard this, he immediately knew why he was anxious.

I thought to myself.

[The villain is now wishing that I could step on his shoulders with my two legs! ]

[It's so annoying! ]

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