After the reform tide, the country's economy opened up, and my grandfather withdrew from his academician title and began to go to business, while my father and elder brother started to work in politics. Over the years, the Shang family rose and became a wealthy noble family in Kyoto again.

Mr. Shang is getting older and let go of the family business to Shang Yunqian in the first three years.

Shang Yunqian lived up to expectations. In three years, he expanded the Shang family's territory several times, not only becoming the world's top 500 companies, but also ranked in the top 50. It was simply a terrifying young man.

The celebrities around him, except for dinner and exchanges in the name of businessmen, actually wanted to climb the resources of the Kyoto Shang Family, and the best way was to marry.

The young man in front of him has a dignified manner, a graceful face, a chic temperament, and a humble gentleman as gentle as jade. He is not only a diamond princess, but also a rare and lonely product in the world.

As he raised his eyebrows and eyes, his words and deeds exuded a calm, gentle, restrained and irresistible charm.

Who doesn’t want to have such a son-in-law and such a husband?

Big Boos's cell phone rang, and Special Assistant Zhou looked at it. It was the message sent by his childhood friend. He looked at the dining table and felt that the message was just right for the phone to come.

He hurried forward and leaned into the master's ear, "Mr. Fang San's voice."

Shang Yunqian was lazy and didn't want to answer.

"Do you want to convert it into text?" Zhou Teshang asked.

The frame of the gold-rimmed glasses reflects the light of the luxurious crystal lamp above the head.

Perhaps less than a second, Special Assistant Zhou realized what he meant and handed him his phone.

While listening to the compliments from people around him, Shang Yunqian clicked his cell phone and turned it into text.

——【Oh, fuck】

Shang Yunqian's brows naturally frowned slightly.

【Oh fuck oh fuck, Brother Qian, I saw Xiao Daigua, it was Xiao Daigua. It turned out that you found Xiao Daigua...】

When the wx voice is limited, Fang Qinghua's feelings are interrupted.

Shang Yunqian frowned and reached out to send a wx.

--【you there?】

【Fuck, Brother Qian, is the point where I am? Tell me quickly how you found her?】

[Where are you?] Shang Yunqian repeatedly asked.

【Oh, fuck, Xiao Daigua is doing her job, where do you think she is?】

Fang Qinghua didn't understand. Why did Shang Er like a chicken? A celebrity in Kyoto is not so good. You want to find someone who knocks on the door at will in the hotel.

Shang Yunqian turned his head to look at the assistant.

Special Assistant Zhou immediately understood and immediately stepped forward and said to the host who was treating him: "Minister Huo, we Mr. Shang have something to do, so let's take a step first!"

Minister Huo was an old man outside of fifty years old. He was rich and smiling. When he heard his words, he immediately stood up and said, "I'll send Mr. Shang!"

Special Assistant Zhou smiled and reached out to signal, "Minister Huo, you are kind! This meal is counted on our President Shang, so you can use it slowly!"

After saying that, he left with protection of Shang Yunqian.

You are kind to say, but you act like you, and you are the boss, and no one takes it seriously.

The people on the dining table looked at his back and looked at each other. The best-selling Wang Laowu left like that? Then how could they play?

In the aisle outside the door, Assistant Zhou had already inquired about everything and said, "Ms. Jin is in a small mid-range hotel not far ahead, and seems to be looking for someone."

Shang Yunqian's steps were faster.

Hot, like a fire!

Song Ningning was desperately squeezing his evening gift skirt. The collar had already been pulled under his shoulders, revealing half of the fragrant shoulders, which was tender and smooth!

The young man was wearing a wrinkled suit, his hair was combed backwards, and his face was covered with green pink beans and freckles, looking greasy and vulgar. He rubbed his hands, gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, "A hot little beauty, brother is here!"

Tugging your tie while talking...

Xiong Huihui avoided a corner and stared at the room. Her tight palms were sweating in the winter, and her heart was beating like a drum. She pressed her hands tightly to prevent it from jumping out of her chest.

Just as she was intoxicated by her infinite imagination, a familiar figure came into her eyes.

Why is it Sister Jin? She covered her mouth, she...what was she here to do?
Chapter completed!