The Queen of Gossip

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Facing these indiscriminate questions, Su Wanqing didn't know how to answer, she just felt like her mind was going to explode.

At this moment, there was only a sudden sound of braking.A silver-gray car stopped beside a group of reporters, and even several entertainment journalists were knocked over and fell to the ground.

At this time, someone among the reporters said: "My God, isn't this the second-ranked Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith worth 15.5 billion?"

The eyes of all the reporters fell on that car, even Su Wanqing was no exception. Is there such a rich man in City X?

Even Luo Mingxuan couldn't afford to drive such a car. When he was in Italy, the Bugatti Veyron that Luo Xichen drove was only 8000 million.

The entertainment reporters' interest in questioning Su Wanqing was immediately replaced by the car in front of them. They were eager to know who the owner was.

At this moment, the car door opened, Huang got out of the car in a well-proportioned suit, and walked in front of Su Wanqing expressionlessly, staring at her with obsidian-like eyes.

"Mr. Huang?" She didn't expect that the car owner turned out to be him!

Su Wanqing remembered that when they met a few times ago, he didn't drive this car.

She always knew that he was a rich man, and unlike ordinary businessmen, he seemed to have all the power, but she never thought that he was so rich.

"Let's go, get in the car." As he said, Huang grabbed Su Wanqing's slender wrist and pulled her into the 15.5 billion car that made countless people dumbfounded.

A reporter came to his senses and took pictures of this scene.

Suddenly, the news that Mechelle had been pushed down the steps seemed cheap in comparison.

After getting in the car, Su Wanqing was hesitant to speak for several times, but she didn't know what topic to talk about.

About Mechelle?

Or talk about Rolls-Royce Silver Charm?

Or, straight to his mother's question?

No matter which one it is, Su Wanqing feels that it is out of date.

"Just now...thank you for saving me."

In the end, she still chose to thank him, no matter what, it was his appearance that saved her.

"It should." Huang stared straight ahead, controlling the steering wheel with both hands.

Su Wanqing was a little ashamed, and said: "Why should it be, you have no obligation to help me, I will remember the favor I owe you."

Huang turned his head, his eyes as black as lacquer: "Who says I have no obligation?"

"Eh?" Su Wanqing blinked suspiciously, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Hoshino Akira exists to protect Izawa Saori."

His voice was still so cold and clear, but this sentence was spoken sonorously and forcefully.

Su Wanqing's eyes widened suddenly, the surprise in her heart was self-evident, this was the first time she heard his full name.

"Why?" She still didn't understand.

Huang turned his head, looked at her, and said calmly: "Has Aunt Jiuzi never told you that you have a fiancé who is married with your fingertips?"

"What did you say?!" Su Wanqing's eyes widened and her voice raised several octaves, "Are you kidding me!"

Huang looked at her steadily, his eyes were very serious: "Do you think I am someone who can joke?"

Not like, absolutely not.

Don't talk about joking, this ice cube can't even smile.

Su Wanqing couldn't hide the shock in her heart, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hands were churned together. ... ... ...

Facing these indiscriminate questions, Su Wanqing didn't know how to answer, she just felt like her mind was going to explode.

At this moment, there was only a sudden sound of braking.A silver-gray car stopped beside a group of reporters, and even several entertainment journalists were knocked over and fell to the ground.

At this time, someone among the reporters said: "My God, isn't this the second-ranked Rolls-Royce Silver Wraith worth 15.5 billion?"

The eyes of all the reporters fell on that car, even Su Wanqing was no exception. Is there such a rich man in City X?

Even Luo Mingxuan couldn't afford to drive such a car. When he was in Italy, the Bugatti Veyron that Luo Xichen drove was only 8000 million.

The entertainment reporters' interest in questioning Su Wanqing was immediately replaced by the car in front of them. They were eager to know who the owner was.

At this moment, the car door opened, Huang got out of the car in a well-proportioned suit, and walked in front of Su Wanqing expressionlessly, staring at her with obsidian-like eyes.

"Mr. Huang?" She didn't expect that the car owner turned out to be him!

Su Wanqing remembered that when they met a few times ago, he didn't drive this car.

She always knew that he was a rich man, and unlike ordinary businessmen, he seemed to have all the power, but she never thought that he was so rich.

"Let's go, get in the car." As he said, Huang grabbed Su Wanqing's slender wrist and pulled her into the 15.5 billion car that made countless people dumbfounded.

A reporter came to his senses and took pictures of this scene.

Suddenly, the news that Mechelle had been pushed down the steps seemed cheap in comparison.

After getting in the car, Su Wanqing was hesitant to speak for several times, but she didn't know what topic to talk about.

About Mechelle?

Or talk about Rolls-Royce Silver Charm?

Or, straight to his mother's question?

No matter which one it is, Su Wanqing feels that it is out of date.

"Just now...thank you for saving me."

In the end, she still chose to thank him, no matter what, it was his appearance that saved her.

"It should." Huang stared straight ahead, controlling the steering wheel with both hands.

Su Wanqing was a little ashamed, and said: "Why should it be, you have no obligation to help me, I will remember the favor I owe you."

Huang turned his head, his eyes as black as lacquer: "Who says I have no obligation?"

"Eh?" Su Wanqing blinked suspiciously, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Hoshino Akira exists to protect Izawa Saori."

His voice was still so cold and clear, but this sentence was spoken sonorously and forcefully.

Su Wanqing's eyes widened suddenly, the surprise in her heart was self-evident, this was the first time she heard his full name.

"Why?" She still didn't understand.

Huang turned his head, looked at her, and said calmly: "Has Aunt Jiuzi never told you that you have a fiancé who is married with your fingertips?"

"What did you say?!" Su Wanqing's eyes widened and her voice raised several octaves, "Are you kidding me!"

Huang looked at her steadily, his eyes were very serious: "Do you think I am someone who can joke?"

Not like, absolutely not.

Don't talk about joking, this ice cube can't even smile.

Su Wanqing couldn't hide the shock in her heart, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hands were churned together.