President Mo: Need to Work Hard

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Mo Ting reached out his hand and stroked Tangning's ink-black hair, "This is a given."

In fact, the thing Tangning admired the most about Mo Ting was his ability to draw a fine line between love and hate. When someone is right, they are right; when someone is wrong, they are wrong. He was firm on his decision and never long-winded; he was always firm.

That's why he's suitable for the entertainment industry.

She fit in with the life of accompanying Mo Ting in this unstable industry. And all he wanted to do was present it with glory.

After returning to the hotel, Tangning sat down beside Mo Ting as she accompanied him as she read through his documents. Mo Ting turned his head to look at Tangning's half-closed eyes and laughed, "You have an interview with Claude.N tomorrow. Hurry up and rest..."

"I want to hug you to sleep," Tangning replied in a hoarse voice.

Mo Ting glanced at the documents in front of him before helping Tangning stand up and taking her to bed. After sitting on the bed, he patted her on the chest, "Come here ..."

Tangning flipped over the blanket and lay down beside Mo Ting as she wrapped her hands around his waist.

Mo Ting hugged her with one hand and read her documents with the other. However, after reading one page, he realized that he could not turn to the next page...

Tangning held onto his arm tightly in place; it seemed like she was doing it on purpose...

Mo Ting understood her intentions and put down his documents before calling Lu Che.

"President, Director Ceng has come looking for me several times. He wanted to invest in 'Stupid' on behalf of Baiyou Film and Television. But, from what I see, this is the idea of his son, J-King."

"We already have enough funds for 'Stupid'. If she comes looking for you again, you can directly reject her." Mo Ting replied in a deep voice.

"But, he is the shareholder of Hai Rui. Plus, he has given 3.2% of the shares to his son, J-King. It seemed that J-King wanted to be involved in Hai Rui's operation. I can't guarantee it. He won't move again in the future."

"Maybe my recent actions made them think I had been blinded by love and that their opportunity had come."

"President, I'm just reporting this incident to you. It's not enough to worry you," Lu Che immediately explained.

"Observe their every move ..."

After speaking, Mo Ting hung up his phone and placed it gently on the bedside table.

Hugging Tangning, she lay back down. In the darkness, his eyes lit up; there were always some greedy people who wanted to control Hai Rui's operations.

Did they think just because she was Tangning's manager, she wouldn't be able to manage Hai Rui?

Do they question their abilities?

...

19:00 am in France; 8 am in Beijing.

This was the first night Huo Jingjing officially moved into Fang Yu's house. Of course, nothing happened; he slept in the guest room.

Huo Jingjing got up early in the morning before she heard Fang Yu's room door open not long after. He saw Fang Yu wearing boxer pants as he entered the kitchen.

Fang Yu was a little surprised; he never expected Huo Jingjing to wake up this early. He immediately ran back to his room and put on a robe before reappearing in front of him.

"Why did you get up so early?"

"I have an interview today and may need to go abroad in a few days," Huo Jingjing explained, "Add again, it's almost January. So, for the sake of Fashion Week in March, I might need to stay abroad for some time."

Fang Yu nodded his head, but his face did not show much emotion, "I won't be able to go abroad. There are some things to deal with in Hai Rui."

"I don't need you to accompany me like President Mo is accompanying Tangning. I just..." after a short pause, Huo Jingjing continued, "If I go for 3 months, will I come back to find her? you've been someone else's girlfriend? Or perhaps, will another female artist like Zhen Manni appear, needing your protection?"

Fang Yu took the milk and other breakfast ingredients from the fridge. As she closed the fridge door, she replied, "I only have two girlfriends: the big one is currently standing in the doorway of my kitchen, while the little one is sleeping in my son's room."

Huo Jingjing felt a little silly. So he rushed to Fang Yu's back and wrapped his arms around him, "You don't seem to be overly excited towards me."

Fang Yu did not say a word, he simply laughed before breaking away from Huo Jingjing's embrace and returning to his room. He then returned with his household list and handed it to Huo Jingjing, "After he died, an incident with Fang Yue occurred. Everyone, it's been 7 years. As my life revolves around the industry, aside from the nanny. , you are the only woman who has entered this house."

"Then what does this mean?"

"If you want to get married.Tell me. You are the only woman who makes me feel impulsive to do such a thing."

Huo Jingjing froze in shock. They were just official yesterday ... Did he propose?

"I don't want you to tell me now. I just want you to know how I feel."

The two people both experienced so much and had so much on their shoulders. Being given the opportunity to move on is already a great gift from God.

Huo Jingjing held onto the household register as her eyes turned red, "Tangning was right, God always leaves the best for last. I finally felt that all my previous suffering had not been in vain."

Fang Yu bowed and kissed Huo Jingjing's forehead, "Go get changed and bathe Yue Er while you do it."

On the surface, Fang Yu looked quite relaxed and often looked like he was joking. But, Huo Jingjing knew, deep down, she was suffering from more than a lot of people.

It didn't matter because he was going to help her get a new lease on life!

...

9 A.m., France.

Inside the preferentially decorated studio, Tangning and Mo Ting met a world-class designer, Claude.N. He was an old French man with a long beard. As soon as he saw Tangning's feet, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"This leg is truly the most beautiful I have ever seen ..."

"Claude.N, we welcome your collaboration."

Sometimes it is difficult to understand how a designer's mind works. Of course, for Tangning, being plucked because her legs were quite normal; there were cases of models being chosen for their buttocks, fingers, feet and even moles.

"I'm very happy. Let's talk about the contract," the designer arranged for Tangning. "However, I have one condition. You must live in France and register as a model in our subsidiary agency. I need a pair of legs like this; I like legs like this..."

After hearing the man's request, Tangning furrowed her brows.

"Of course, your manager can also join us ..."

Tangning analyzed Claude.N's studio and noticed that her desk was filled with photos of the model's legs. It seems like the main concept is the feet.

"Claude.N, I'm sure I explained everything clearly over the phone. He's just gonna take part in this one shoot."

Mo Ting emphasized his stance in a calm tone. In reality, he had yet to tell this man about his true identity.

Claude.N turned around and looked at the couple with a clearly displeased expression, "Tangning is the first Asian model I have ever invited. Don't tell me you don't want a chance this big?"

"I'm sure you both know that every model I've ever invited ends up getting a lot of attention and hype."

"Did Tangning not need this?"

"He's not selling himself. Even if she wanted to sell, she would only sell herself to me," Mo Ting replied directly.