My Killing President

At that moment, a man stepped into the hall.

Mu had changed into a refined attire. The moment he walked in, he immediately stole the spotlight. He was wearing a stylish semi-formal with a blue suit and he looked absolutely handsome.

Blue suit…

Annabelle looked at her own blue dress, was it a coincidence?

Mu greeted his guests as he strolled around, but he was turning around searching for someone all the time.

Soon after, he caught glimpse of Annabelle and walked towards her, with a grin on his face.

As Annabelle saw him coming her way with a guileful smile, her heart raced and she quickly pretended to look elsewhere…

Mu stopped right in front of Annabelle and eyed her from top to bottom. After that he nodded in approval, “Miss Xia, the dress is beautiful!”

Annabelle raised her eyebrows, “Mr. Mu, aren’t you supposed to say I’M beautiful instead?”

“Haha yes you are. And the dress is just perfect!”

odd and frowned, “Mr. Mu, don’t tell me you’re the one who prepared it

amongst the crowd and it was as if they purposely wore a couple

pass her and leisurely got himself a glass of wine, took a sip and spoke, “What do you

“……”

How would I know…

could be positive that it was from him. But why would he wear blue

they look just like a couple, what was

ignored him and just went back to amuse herself with her glass of red wine. Since

it? Are you ready for your speech? Nervous?” Mu teased

A city… So even if I’m nervous I will still drag my ass up

will support you from under the

would be more comfortable

she replied, she could feel Mu’s piercing glare, and

someone came by to greet

“Mr. Mu, congratulations!”

He, long time