Chapter 702

"Sister Rong?"

"Sister Rong?" Mo Han a hand drags chin, drunk say.

"Well, it doesn't matter. It's all trivial matters."

Mo Liancheng waved his hand, but he just wanted to find someone to complain. As for whether he could explain or comment on him, it was not the most important thing at all. The important thing was that he was much more comfortable when he said what he was saying, especially with the strength of wine.

"By the way, what day will it be in the next few days? Do you remember that my father used to attach great importance to this day, but since he died, I have never held a cocktail party. Now you're going to have a party with me

Mo Liancheng seldom invites Mo Han on his own initiative, nor does he take the initiative to hold a reception. Mo Liancheng's temperament is somewhat different from that of the Mohist master. In the past, the Mohist master liked to be lively. Every festival or celebration of the company, he had to hold a grand ceremony before he would give up.

However, Mo Liancheng is very dull, and he never takes the initiative to celebrate except for the necessary social activities.

Mo Han was very happy. After a glass of wine, he said with a smile, "of course, I remember the celebration of the 50th anniversary of the establishment of the Mohist group. In fact, I remember it every year, but for a long time, it seems that I don't even have a position to say congratulations..."

Mo Liancheng, who was drunk, put his hand on Mo Han's shoulder. "Who says you don't have a position anymore, you'll always be the first lady of Mohist school. No matter whether your parents are there or not, this will not change!"

The corner of Mo Han's eyes is slightly red. He looks at Mo Liancheng without a trace, and then drinks up the wine in front of him.

Finally, Mo Han took out a kraft paper bag from his handbag and said softly, "Liancheng, last time you said that you gave the old house of the Mohist family to my sister. I plan to redecorate it for a long time. On the one hand, it is not the memory of childhood. Secondly, the old house is closer to you, so that we can get together in the future.

But at present, the real estate agent needs the owner's signature to approve the construction. Why don't we just sign the name change document, which is more convenient, so that I won't bother you with little things in the future

"Oh, this matter..." Mo Liancheng drunk eyes hazy said, without hesitation will be mo Han handed over the document in front of him, quickly signed his name.

"And here, sign the copy." Mo Han raised the corner of the document a little, pointed to the place of signature, until Mo Liancheng signed his name, Mo Han quickly put away the document, picked up the glass with a smile and drank it.

Soon, on the day of the reception, Mu Qingqing wore a slightly loose dress and light makeup. Even if there is no excessive heavy makeup, Mu Qingqing's beautiful face is still the most dazzling presence on the scene.

"Didn't Shixun come?" When Mo Liancheng helped Mu Qingqing arrange the necklace, he said casually.

"He, I don't know where to go for a long time ago. When I called just now, there was all the music in it. Don't pay attention to him. He is not comfortable on this occasion..." Mu Qingqing raised her hand and twisted the earrings, then she got up and put on the arm of Mo Liancheng with a smile.

The reception was held in Donglin villa. Butler Tang had already decorated the banquet hall of the villa early in the morning. The huge banquet hall was no less than the senior banquet hall of the luxury hotel. After living here for a long time, Mu Qingqing never realized that it was so grand and magnificent.

Mo Liancheng reproached Mu Qingqing with a smile and said jokingly, "I'd better be your guide some other day. How about a one-day tour of Donglin villa? I charge very cheap, a kiss is enough, how about? "

Mu Qingqing raised his hand and poked at Mo Liancheng's body, and gave him a blank look. "Cut, I think your charge is not very reasonable, so I'm ready to go free!"

"You Mo Liancheng raised his hand and scratched the tip of Mu Qingqing's nose.

"Qing Qing, are you uncomfortable? Why is your face so bad?"

Mo Han is dressed in a bright red evening dress, which makes her white and beautiful, and her delicate makeup shows her temperament. However, in front of the light makeup Mu Qingqing, she looks a little worse.

"Oh, no, pregnancy is like this, and some hard work is inevitable." Mu Qingqing politely smiles, but her face is still a look of rejecting people from thousands of miles away, at least for Mo Han.

Mo Liancheng put his arm around Mu Qingqing's waist and said with a smile, "there are five months left for you to unload the goods. When the time comes, no one cares about you when you travel around the world."

Mo Han looks at the happy faces of Mo Liancheng and Mu Qingqing, and smiles along with his voice.

A lot of people came to the reception. In addition to the senior officials of the Mohist group, as well as the people from all walks of life who have made friends with the Mohist School for many years, they all seem to be very respectable people. Mo Liancheng always takes Mu Qingqing with him. No matter whether he is chatting or chatting, he is worried about his wife and whether his body can hold on.

The subtle action, however, has aroused the envious eyes of the people around.

"Oh, isn't this the first lady of Mohist school, but it's been more than ten years since I saw her!" A woman in her sixties came over with her drinking glass full of rings. Her pearly appearance was a bit vulgar. She seemed to be surprised at the figure of Mo Han, and came over quickly.Mo Han smiles awkwardly, his eyes flow calmly, but he can't remember the identity of this woman in any case. Presumably, he is also an unimportant person, and Mo Han has not lost his heart.

The old woman introduced herself for 18 times, which probably means that she once had a good relationship with the old lady of the Mohist family. She just dragged herself to get involved with the Mohist group and made a splash at the party.

Mo Han doesn't like to have anything to do with this kind of person, just politely smiles and deals with a few words and then plans to leave. But the woman seems to be very concerned about Mo Han, and stubbornly drags her to have some chatting for a long time.

When he saw Mo Liancheng coming, he was chatting incessantly. It seemed that he had a good friendship with the people of Mohism. To say that he had seen more of this kind of people, he did not lose his heart.

The woman took Mo Han's hand and said with envy, "I heard that you are a famous business woman in Melbourne. It seems that you have come to join your brother in Jiangcheng this time?"

"Oh, I really envy you. I wish I had such an excellent brother to rely on!"

"This woman, in the end, needs a support, don't you think?"

Mo Han's face became a little gloomy. She broke away from the woman's hand, and her indifferent and inhuman voice rang out, "excuse me for going to the bathroom, excuse me first..."