A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

The crowded venue fell silent for a moment.

No one dared to ask such an explicit question.

Just like a taboo, although too many people are curious about it, few people dare to touch it because it is a taboo.

Now, I didn't expect someone to ask it out, it's still so straightforward!

Many people looked at the questioner with some sympathy.

And the boy who was not afraid of anything that day, didn't realize it, and stretched his neck to look at the stage, his eyes were tinged with anticipation, and there was a bit of provocation.

Bo Junchen frowned and glanced at the interview area.

There are hidden waves in the eyes, almost about to explode at the beginning.

Bao Jinghan pinched him in time, shook his arm in a gesture, raised his head and said to him silently: "Leave it to me, okay?"

Waiting for Bo Junchen to answer.

Weakly screaming, Fiona, who was hiding behind the scenes, subconsciously wanted to rush out.

Lin Moxun stretched out his hand, even grabbing her: "Miss Bo, she has her own ideas! Fiona, you... what happened to you today?"

Why is she different from usual?

……

The hem of the skirt swayed slightly with the steps.

Under the lights, Bao Jinghan walked off the stage leisurely and gracefully as if walking in the forest, and approached the interview area facing the flashing lights.

"You asked, huh?"

Passing through the crowd, Bo Jinghan stood still in the center of the interview area.

The reporters around all stared at her with wide eyes.

Don't even blink.

It seems like a super piece of news can be dropped in the blink of an eye.

"You have the courage to ask questions that they are afraid to ask."

The corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and a bright smile appeared on her beautiful face, like the sunshine in winter, bright and dazzling.

The surrounding reporters almost stared out their eyes.

The look in the eyes of the reporter who asked the question changed again and again.

——Has this guy's head been soaked in water, or stepped on by a chicken? !Dare to ask this kind of question, court death!

"Oh," he sneered.

Bao Jinghan raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked coldly at the reporter with his back straight.

His eyes froze.

In the next second, Bao Jinghan pulled off his work ID and threw it at the bodyguard beside him: "This is fake, go check his real identity!"

"Why do you—"

"Depending on your inconsistent question." Putting away the sharp light, Bao Jinghan said with a sarcasm: "A reporter with a brain would ask me one second before the meeting if I was taken care of by Mr. Bo, and then ask me if I should be a peripheral Is it?! Or do you think that if Bao Junchen has a woman, he will share it with other men!"

"Then you can't say I'm a fake!"

"Hey, I didn't say you are fake, I just said that your identity is fake."

After a short pause, she raised her other hand and spread it out.

A lumped check was revealed.

"This..." The man's face changed.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out, but Bao Jinghan clenched his fist again.

"I picked it up, want me to remind you where it is, did you hear anything!"

Looking at the man standing stiffly in front of him, Bao Jinghan's voice was cold and imposing: "Who are you, I'm not interested in knowing, the whole process of your transaction is monitored, and you can't escape. As for the check, I can return it to you, after all It’s your labor income from destroying the press conference. But not now, but go to the police station later, and let the police return it to you!”