VIP 47 scared

  Sitting in a taxi in Paris, Mu Tianyang wandered around the streets and alleys, constantly looking at the storefronts along the road, but had no intention of getting out of the car.

  Wen Sen sat beside him, his heart racing with anxiety: "Chairman, it's been two hours, where are you taking us?"

  "Take another look." Mu Tianyang seemed to be thinking deeply, with a hint of annoyance.

  "President, can I go back to the hotel first?"

  Mu Tianyang was taken aback, turned his head to look at him, as if he had realized something: "Don't worry, he should be in Arabia now and won't show up!" He patted his shoulder as he spoke.

  Vincent's face flashed a hint of embarrassment, and he turned his head to look out the window. Suddenly—

  "Director, I think that's Miss Ding."

  Mu Tianyang turned his head and saw Cai Yan wearing a deep blue coat walking from the side of the road.

  "Don't mind her."

  Wen Sen glanced at him, wanting to ask some questions, but felt it wasn't appropriate. After all, that was the president's private matter, and he was just a special assistant. But then again, he thought, could his relationship with the president be ordinary? Not to mention they were university classmates, on another hand... Cough!

  "President." Vincent's face turned a bit red, probably due to the thin air in the car, "I see Miss Ding wearing a ring on her hand, it seems like the one you asked me to buy previously."

  The general manager told him to buy whatever he wanted, mentioning a rough model, but not very sure. It seems that he doesn't know Miss Ding very well, and didn't put much thought into it. So, it should just be an ordinary gift?

  "Uh-huh."

  "That's just an ordinary ring, or..."

  "What do you want to ask?" Mu Tianyang looked at him.

  He shook his head: "Sorry, I spoke out of turn."

  Mu Tianyang rubbed his forehead: "Don't be polite with me!"

  Wen Sen's face moved slightly as he continued to ask: "Is Miss Ding going to be the future Mrs. President?"

  "No." To be on the safe side, Mu Tianyang decided to reveal a bit more, and since Vincent's identity was special, there was no need to avoid it. "However, I will soon get engaged to her. It's just an engagement, but the real wife is someone else."

  Wen Sen looked at him with a puzzled expression, seeing that he didn't plan to discuss it further, so he nodded and stopped asking. In fact, he also felt that Ding Caixia was not the kind of woman the chairman had been trying to pursue. After all, they had known each other for many years and had a certain understanding of each other. From the chairman's attitude towards Miss Ding, Wen Sen could sense it. But if he had to put it into words, he couldn't quite say what it was - it was just a feeling.

  Wen Sen thought, couldn't help but clench his fist. Alas, it was all because he had been too focused on work and hadn't paid attention to those women who often appeared in the CEO's office. He hadn't even seen them before. If only he had noticed earlier, maybe now he could guess what the CEO was thinking... Even more so, for the person the CEO truly liked, it would definitely be obvious at a glance.

  Two hours later, Vincent was a bit tired and asked Mu Tianyang: "Chairman, what are you looking for?" The chairman was obviously looking for something!

  "Bring a gift for the mistress."

  "Ah?" Is it really differential treatment? Miss Ting can only go shopping by herself, while the legitimate wife gets gifts personally chosen by the president! The president is a rich man, the value of the gift doesn't matter, what matters is the thought! The thought!

  Hmm, I suddenly want to know who the future chairman's wife is. Let me try to curry favor with her, then I won't have to be afraid of the chairman anymore...

  The day Mu Tianyang returned home was a Saturday. Early in the morning, he called Wanqing and asked her to go to the villa after school.

  When Mu Tianyang arrived at the villa, he hadn't returned yet, so he sat on the sofa reading a magazine.

  "What would you like for dinner, miss?" asked Zhang Ma.

  "Never mind, you go ahead and get ready, wait for the master to come back."

  "Is the teacher coming back?"

  "Uh-huh."

  After waiting for half an hour, a voice came from outside. Wan Qing put down the magazine and walked out to see Mu Tianyang getting off the car. When Mu Tianyang saw her, a smile appeared on his face: "Come over."

  He walked her past the entrance, embracing her in a deep kiss before wrapping his arms around her and heading inside. Upstairs in the bedroom, he handed her the suitcase: "Help me sort out my clothes, I'm going to take a shower."

  Wanqing wanted to say something, but seeing him turn around, she gave up.

  She dragged the suitcase into the dressing room and was about to open it when she found that there was a password. She got up and walked to the bathroom door, knocking gently: "Tianyang, what's the password?"

  "Three, one, seven!"

  "Oh." Wan Qing quickly ran back, afraid that if she was slow, he would drag her in.

  "I brought you a gift." Mu Tianyang's voice followed afterwards.

  "Uh-huh, got it."

  3、1、7……

  Yan Qing opened the box and was taken aback suddenly. 317? This isn't...

  Shaking her head, she told herself not to think too much, it had nothing to do with her, just a coincidence!

  She crouched on the ground, her back to the door leading to the bedroom. Suddenly, a dull thud came from outside. She turned around and saw that everything was quiet all around, thinking it must be him slamming the door.

  However, the sound of the door slamming shut didn't seem that dull. She shook her head and continued to tidy up the trunk. As she moved aside some clothes, she saw a box, picked it up, and it felt quite heavy - probably the gift he was talking about?

  She slowly opened the box and took out what was inside, a crystal ball. Snowflakes were dancing inside the crystal ball, it seemed to be one of those music boxes that could sing. She remembered that one year on Christmas, Ding Zhigang had also bought her one, but all of this happened before Ding Caixia and her mother appeared.

  Just then, she keenly felt someone behind her, and just as she was about to turn around, a heavy force pounced on her, pinning her to the ground. The crystal ball flew out of her hand, shattering into four or five pieces with a loud crash, and snowflakes filled the room, while the music box below began to play a tune with a steady drip-drip-drop rhythm.

  "Ah——" Wan Qing shouted loudly, smelling the sweat on this person's body, it was not Mu Tianyang at all. Moreover, this person's strength was much greater than Mu Tianyang's, and the arm wrapped around his waist was like steel.

  "Wow!" A man's voice came from behind, with a hint of slyness, "This little maid is quite pretty! Come on, let brother give you a kiss——"

  "Ah——" Wan Qing heard that she was going to be kissed, and she shrieked as she tried to crawl away. But the other person had already turned her face towards him. She saw a dark-skinned, sharp-browed male face leaning in close to her, and she let out an even louder shriek, "Tian Yang——"

  Bang!

  The person who was pressing down on him was kicked away.

  Yan Qing saw Mu Tianyang wrapped in a bath towel and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of security! She got up, just wanting to run to his side, when she saw the man who was kicked down by him jump up like a carp, standing steadily, as if Mu Tianyang's kick had no effect at all.

  She saw that his hands were full of muscles and looked very violent, scaring her so much that she fell to the ground.

  "What are you doing?" Mu Tianyang asked coldly.