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Mu Beihan said indifferently: "That lamp has already been sent to the carriage, there is no need to go. As for bidding farewell to Mr. Ma, I will forget about it, I might not even be able to find him now."

As long as Marrid did not want to see anyone, even if he turned the land over, he wouldn't be able to find him.

"But didn't you have a chance to meet with the Mr. Ma? Aren't you going to see him? "

Meeting with Marrid to discuss about architectural matters was a rare opportunity for anyone, even Mu Beihan.

"Now is not the time to see him. After all, the woman his son likes is in my arms."

Yan Luoluo burst out laughing. Was Ma Wenchuan just a child in Mu Beihan's eyes? There was one thing she would complain to her father about.

"Don't worry, he won't complain."

Seeing that Yan Luoluo was amused, Mu Beihan relaxed a little. He did not want to see Yan Luoluo unhappy.

Mu Beihan carried Yan Luoluo into the car the whole time. The driver had already gotten used to their intimate relationship, he only drove as if he was the only one in the car.

On the other side of the dance floor, countless dances had already been performed, and the male dancers beside Li Moshu were swapping out again and again. Without exception, everyone she danced with would ask her this question.

Where's your fiancé? Why not dance with you?

And Li Moshu's answer was also the same, he had to go back first.

After a dance, Li Moshu pushed away the man beside him and said to the servant: "Give me a glass of whiskey."

The servant looked at the wine on the tray, and could not help but frown, he looked at the drunk Li Moshu and reminded: "Miss, you're already drunk, I suggest you go back and rest."

Li Moshu's elegant brows furrowed together, and she casually picked up a cup of wine, raising it up to her face. She passed the empty cup to the waiter, stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, her actions provocative and drunken: "What does it have to do with you how much I drink?"

"It's alright, I wish you a good time."

After the servant finished speaking, he left, leaving Li Moshu swaying towards the resting area. Stepping on the eight centimeter high shoes, it was as if she was stepping on a stilts.

"Ai!"

The resting chair was right in front of him. Li Moshu's legs went soft as he fell forward.

Just as she was about to make a fool of herself, a hand grabbed her and pulled her to the chair to rest.

"Shu Shu, are you alright?" The man asked with concern. His gaze seemed to be stuck on Li Moshu as he peered through her collar, wanting to take a look.

He did not expect that Li Moshu would slap him on the face. However, because of the drunkenness, he did not have much strength left when he hit the man's face.

"Pervert!"

Li Moshu drunkenly looked at the man who had just helped him. He wore a pair of thin rimmed black glasses, blocking his shrewd eyes.

Seeing Li Moshu say that, Zhao An immediately retracted her hand, looked straight ahead, and said with an upright manner, "I am not a pervert, I was just trying to support you."

"Isn't this Vice-President Zhao? You are also here, why don't you go and become the Elder Brother Mu's lackey? "

Li Moshu finally saw the person in front of him clearly: Zhao An, the vice president of Mu Beihan's company.