Qing Muchen didn't seem to like the smell. He frowned and stood up impatiently almost as soon as Xixi turned around.
"Ms. An, you drank too much and your control was too lenient." He said a few words and walked out the door.
When we returned to the banquet hall, Xixi was still there.
As if nothing had happened just now, she was walking among the guests carrying a tray, and she was working calmly.
Qing Muchen just glanced at her lightly, turned around and continued to receive the guests.
He had a flight to Sicily tomorrow and didn't stay at the dinner party for too long.
At nine o'clock, he left the reception work to Qing Yafeng and went directly back to his room.
After finishing work at twelve o'clock, Xixi returned to her room, took out her phone and stared at the photos she took tonight again. She searched the Internet for the email address of a media company, packaged the photos, and pressed the send button.
The next day, everything was business as usual.
Xixi woke up a little early. After getting up, she went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Qing Muchen.
Seeing that he didn't get up, he went back to the garden to get busy.
It was seven o'clock when Qing Muchen went downstairs.
Sitting in front of the dining table, staring at the pile of breakfast on the table that was not very nice, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously.
Except for Xixi, no one else in the Qing family can make breakfast of this level.
She took the initiative to prepare breakfast for him
Qing Muchen was a little surprised. He didn't even notice the arc between the corners of his lips.
Suddenly, he felt much happier.
Holding a spoon in one hand and taking a few bites of the porridge she cooked, he took a newspaper and read it.
However, as soon as his eyes touched the headline of the page, his expression suddenly darkened.
The major sections of the news today are all about him and An Xin last night. The photos were taken specifically to let him enter the country. His face can be clearly seen in every photo, and every photo is taken very intimately. .
The headlines of the news are written very loudly.
"Prior to his marriage, Young Master Qing and Miss An's family entangled Young Master Qing and secretly met with Miss An's family for seven hours all night long," etc., and the howling was loud.
Even Qing Muchen himself didn't know where he came to the conclusion after a night of entanglement and seven hours.
He tightened his fingers and crumpled the newspaper into a ball. He pointed it at the trash can and threw it in.
Beep beep beep, the cell phone ringtone suddenly rang at this time.
The caller was Tong Xiyao. She seemed to have seen the news. She was shocked on the phone, "Mu Chen, what's going on with today's news? How could you do this to Xi'er? How can I face you like this? The Mo family?"
"It's nothing!" Qing Muchen didn't explain too much. He just said this and hung up the phone.
"Do you know how to solve the news issue?" He had a flight later, so he called his assistant. After a brief explanation, he hung up the phone.
On the way to the airport, his phone seemed to be ringing. It kept ringing.
Angry, Qing Muchen directly set his phone to silent.
After arriving at the airport, I glanced at a series of call records and unexpectedly found someone from the Mo family.
He called back one phone number, but he didn't answer the others, only the one from Father Mo.
"Mu Chen??" The other party seemed to want to say something, but just as he started to speak, Qing Muchen blocked him, "Everything is false."