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Chapter 1494

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Mu Yazhe suddenly leaned close to her ear. "Also, I like how you look when you're drunk."

She was delicate and cute, and the two patches of red on her cheeks were especially charming.

He loved this beautiful and charming appearance.

Yun Shishi pursed her lips and pretended to pout coquettishly as she glared at him.

Mu Yazhe clinked his wine glass against hers and drank it in one gulp.

He could hold his liquor very well. In the past, when negotiating business, the wine table was undoubtedly a smokeless battlefield.

Alcohol tolerance symbolized the confidence of the negotiation.

Often, the success of the transaction could not be separated from the boost of alcohol tolerance.

Yun Shishi was still afraid of getting drunk, so she took a small sip. The wine-red wine stained her delicate lips, and it was incomparably beautiful.

Mu Yazhe glanced at it, and his heart was slightly moved.

If they weren't in a public place, he really couldn't help but lower his head and lick the beautiful wine on her lips.

The female celebrities present were all envious and jealous.

They couldn't wait to kick Yun Shishi away.

This Yun Shishi was too much of an eyesore!

It wasn't just the domestic artistes. Some international celebrities were also a little jealous.

Among them was Princess Charlotte of the Morokko Royal Family.

As a member of the Morokko Royal Family, Princess Charlotte naturally received a VIP invitation to Milan Fashion Week.

She didn't expect Mu Yazhe to also come.

She had met him once, at the Morokko Royal Family's banquet. Under the arrangement of Duke Hanst, he danced with her.

Charlotte thought that this man was quite interesting!

During the dance, she could see that he was absent-minded and uninterested, as if he was very reluctant to dance with her.

He made a few wrong steps and stepped on her a few times.

Charlotte was displeased, but at the same time, he left a deep impression on her.

There were very few men who didn't like her.

As the princess of the Morokko Royal Family, not only was she rich, but she was also beautiful and had a noble temperament. There were countless nobles who flocked to her like a flock of ducks.

Not to mention those commoners.

This was the first time she had seen a man with a cold face in front of her.

There was no change in his expression, nor was there a trace of reverence or submission.

After the dance, he left the dance floor in a hurry and did not linger.

Charlotte could not help but be a little interested in him.

This man is very interesting!

Moreover, his noble and arrogant temperament was very attractive to her.

She was tired of those men who fawned over her in every possible way. She was even more tired of those who treated her as if she was a high and mighty queen. Towards Mu Yazhe's cold and arrogant temperament, she was very attracted to him!

After that day, through Duke Hanst, she expressed her admiration for Mu Yazhe to the Mu Group, hoping to meet him.

Charlotte's view on love was very straightforward. Western culture had been implanted in her bones since she was young. To her, in love, there was no such thing as who took the initiative or who was passive. If she liked someone, she would take the initiative to pursue him!

Thus, she picked up a glass of red wine from the waiter's tray and walked towards Mu Yazhe.

Mu Yazhe was standing in front of the dining table with Yun Shishi in his arms, gently feeding her cake.

Yun Shishi said angrily, "I don't need you to feed me."

"You don't like me feeding you?"

"There are so many people watching. It's not good."

"Don't worry about others."

Mu Yazhe did not allow her to say anything.

The venue was divided into a VIP area and a non-VIP area.

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