In fact, there was a small mirror on the roof of the car, but he didn't use it and ordered the woman impatiently.
Mu Wanqing had a reluctant look on her face, but seeing that he was just waiting, she had no choice but to raise her hand to wipe it for him.
The first time I wiped a man's mouth, it was unexpectedly soft.
She felt a little surprised.
I always feel that every part of a man's body is hard, like a stone, but I didn't expect that his mouth is soft.
Too……
Every time he asked for a kiss, the touch was quite soft, but I just didn't have the time to think about it.
After wiping it several times, he finally wiped off all the lipstick marks, but his lips were rubbed red and looked a bit weird.
"Okay." She retracted her hand and retreated into the seat.
Wen Zhan couldn't calm down and always wanted to do something, but time didn't allow it and the occasion didn't allow it, so he could only suppress himself.
Seeing the woman sitting back in her original position, he glanced at her and said displeasedly: "Why are you sitting so far away? Are there any thorns on my body?"
Mu Wanqing: "..."
"Sit over here some more!"
She didn't want to disobey this man and was afraid that he would come back with his perverted punishment later, so she had no choice but to roll her eyes and move closer to him.
Wen Zhan raised his arms and took her directly into his arms.
When we arrived at the venue, Wen Zhan got off the bus first.
Secretary Li is also here and has been waiting for a long time.
"Mr. Wen, Xiao Han and I will be outside later. If you need anything, please contact us." Secretary Li was very professional and stepped forward to inform the boss.
Wen Zhan nodded and flicked his chin towards the car, "Go and help my wife put on her makeup."
"To touch up your makeup?" Secretary Li was a little confused, but still walked towards the car.
Mu Wanqing knows how to put on makeup, but she only wears light makeup for daily use. She is really not good at full makeup like today.
When the car door opened, she thought it was Wen Zhan who came back to urge her. Just as she was about to put away the powder, Secretary Li's voice came: "Madam, Mr. Wen asked me to help you touch up your makeup."
"Sister Li!" Mu Wanqing's face lit up when she saw her.
It just so happens that she's not very good at it and it makes it look ugly.
Secretary Li asked her to turn around, and while neatly helping her touch up her makeup, he asked jokingly and curiously: "What were Madam and Mr. Wen doing in the car? The lipstick has almost turned into blush."
Mu Wanqing's face turned red, and she was so shy that she didn't even dare to raise her eyes, "No...it's nothing-"
"Mr. Wen seems to treat his wife a little differently."
"Really? I don't think so... I'm still the same venomous and disrespectful person."
Secretary Li smiled and said, "Madam must understand in her heart, but Mr. Wen did go too far before. Madam can't handle this, so he should be tested more."
Mu Wanqing remained silent.
After finishing her makeup, she got out of the car wearing a coat. Wen Zhan stood in front of the red carpet and was chatting with a senior who seemed to be highly respected.
When their eyes met, the man waved to her, and she quickly stepped forward with a smile on her face.
This time, she took the man's arm with tacit understanding and initiative - because she was afraid of falling when wearing high heels.
In the eyes of outsiders, the two are a perfect match, both talented and beautiful.
The red carpet was rolled out all the way into the Great Hall.
Mu Wanqing was nervous as she walked up the steps, and clasped Wen Zhan's arm unconsciously with force.
Wen Zhan noticed it and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be nervous. I will introduce you to the people you need to know. Just say hello. If you don't understand the topic that others are talking about, just smile politely. Don't worry, you can support the Wen family. With the title of Third Young Mistress, most people here will be polite to you."
Mu Wanqing murmured in her heart that if possible, she didn't want to bear this title. She just wanted to be herself and wanted others to call her Miss Mu instead of the Third Young Mistress.
But he didn't say this, otherwise Wen Zhan would be angry again.
When they were about to enter the infield, Secretary Li stepped forward and reminded: "Madam, please take off your coat. I will bring it back when you leave later."
Before she could react, Secretary Li had already helped her take off her coat.
This time, it wasn't that she was uncomfortable, but that Wen Zhan's face darkened inexplicably.
He doesn't care what other women wear, or even whether they wear them or not is none of his business.
He only cares about his woman.
When I thought about the two small petals stuck to her slim-fitting dress, I felt very unhappy. I wanted to do what Wen Ting said - wrap her up in a quilt.
As soon as we entered the infield, it was very warm, not too cold.
In the splendid banquet hall, the men were radiant and the women were dignified and elegant.
Mu Wanqing was filled with surprise. It was the first time she saw the high-end atmosphere of the celebrity circle.
Only after looking at the electronic display above the stage did she know the theme of the reception.
It turned out to be the launch dinner of the Overseas Chinese Entrepreneurs Summit.
No wonder it is so large, grand and formal.
After getting the banquet flyer, she read it carefully and asked the man next to her curiously: "Will you sign a project with these Chinese and overseas Chinese enterprises tonight?"
Wen Zhan said calmly: "Tonight is just a welcome dinner, and there will be two days of meetings next. Let's take a look first, and then talk about it if there are suitable projects."
"Oh, that's it." Mu Wanqing understood and nodded.
Wen Zhan lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Weren't you reluctant when you came? Why are you interested now?"
"No...just asking casually." She answered perfunctorily without saying what she was thinking.
In fact, she has started working and hopes to gain more exposure and learn new knowledge.
She originally thought it was the kind of drinking party where the upper class competed with each other in eating, drinking and having fun. She didn't like that kind of thing and naturally rejected it.
But now that she knew it was such a formal official business negotiation, and the people coming were all well-known entrepreneurs, of course she wanted to take the opportunity to broaden her horizons.
At the beginning of the banquet, the host was a leader of the Bureau of Commerce. After a simple speech, the leader changed the topic and cut to the topic: "Now, let us welcome the returning overseas Chinese representatives with warm applause. Mr. Zhou Yiru came to the stage to speak - Please invite Mr. Zhou!"
When Mu Wanqing first heard the name, her brain twitched instinctively, thinking it sounded familiar.
When his eyes caught the man who came on stage, he saw the handsome and gentle face, his expression froze, and his mouth opened slightly in shock.
Ju, it’s actually Brother Zhou!
Not seeing him for so many years, she actually couldn't remember the appearance of her neighbor's brother.
But in his annual New Year's email, there are some photos of him traveling around the world.
The handsome man standing on the stage and the sunny boy in the photo are clearly the same face!
However, different occasions, different clothes, and different image and temperament.
Mu Wanqing was so stunned that she didn't even know what the man on the stage said.
After a while, her mind returned to normal, and she remembered that she had received an email from Brother Zhou not long ago - saying that he would be returning to China soon.
It turned out that this was the purpose of his return to China.
He wants to serve the motherland and come back to invest in construction.
Wen Zhan listened to the talk of a man about his age on the stage, and to be honest, he wasn't very convinced.
He smiled faintly and looked away. He was about to talk to the woman next to him. When he lowered his eyes, he saw her staring blankly at the stage with a look of admiration. His brows suddenly furrowed.
"What are you looking at?" He shook the woman slightly and asked in a low voice.
