Chapter 928 So Sweet, so Beautiful

Chapter 928 So sweet, so beautiful

But they are all older middle-aged men, and occasionally there is a woman, also a middle-aged woman. There are almost no young and beautiful women like Zheng Yan who have made a name for themselves in the shopping mall.

Nian Xiaomu took a look and sat in his seat with relief.

Open the meeting schedule in your hand.

The first step in the opening ceremony is for the organizer to take the stage to speak.

It's a pity that there is no mark on the flow chart who will speak from the Mohist family.

Is it dry ink? Or Mo Yongheng?

Nian Xiaomu was originally sure that it was Mo Gan, but when he heard Zheng Yan say that just now, he thought it might be Mo Yongheng.

According to Zheng Yan, Mo Yongheng is the closest to the head of the Mo family, but the heir currently being trained by the Mo family is Mo Qian.

It doesn't make sense.

Nian Xiaomu can't figure out the situation of the Mo family now, so he can only wait and see what happens.

The meeting started soon.

When he heard the host announce that the speaker for this meeting was Mo Gan, Nian Xiaomu immediately stood up straight in his seat.

Applaud along with those around you.

From a distance, I saw a tall figure walking onto the stage from the side of the podium after the host finished speaking.

Strong facial contours.

A well-tailored black suit.

While pacing, the steady and noble aura around him instantly caught everyone's attention.

Nian Xiaomu stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

Originally I was just curious about Mo Gan's appearance, but now I just saw his silhouette, and many fragmentary pictures suddenly appeared in my mind:

It was a winter.

When it's snowing.

As dusk approaches, the setting sun in the west hangs lazily in the sky.

The vegetation in the yard is covered with snow,

The orange light hit the snow, making everyone's faces orange.

A woman wearing a white down jacket stood in the snow, looking gently in the direction of the door until she saw that familiar figure appearing.

It seemed to be the same that day.

The man's steps were firm and steady, and he walked towards her step by step.

There was just a hint of anxiety in each step.

As soon as he walked forward, he asked calmly, "It's so cold outside, why are you waiting outside?"

"I want you to see me as soon as you get home." The woman responded with a smile.

The voice is gentle.

As she spoke, the man gently held her in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her on the top of her hair.

The two of them led each other into the living room.

The scene changes.

It's in the bedroom.

In the room, a woman's low coughing sound came from the room. The sound was a bit muffled, as if she wanted to cough but was trying her best to hold it back.

He buried his head in the quilt and curled up into a ball in discomfort.

Not long after.

The man entered the room carrying a bowl of medicine.

Hearing her suppressed cough, he stepped forward to hug her and touched her forehead with his hand.

"I have a low fever. I must have stood in the snow for too long yesterday." When the man said this with a frown, his eyes were filled with distress and remorse.

"Don't wait for me outside again next time."

The woman looked at his annoyed look and said nothing. She just reached out and touched his resolute face comfortingly, and smiled at him.

This smile is as holy as snow lotus.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

The man stared at it for a long time, then came to his senses, picked up the medicine on the bedside table, and fed her one mouthful at a time.

The picture seems to be frozen in the warmest and happiest moment...

By the time Nian Xiaomu came to his senses, Mo Qian was already standing in front of the speaking platform.

The noble and cramped aura can reach everyone across a long distance.

With his slightly lowered eyes, he glanced at everyone in the audience as he raised his head...