Dressed as a wealthy widow who inherits billions of inheritances

Chapter 584 I Came To Pick Up My Husband Home

Coming out of the hospital, Xia Zhiwei didn't go home directly, but asked the female assistant to drive the car to Shen's Building.

At this time, the Shen Group is holding a press conference: "After the election of the members of the board of directors of the group, Mr. Shen Chuanlin became the new president of the group with more than 51% of the votes..."

In the audience, dozens of journalists from mainstream media and news TV stations who were invited were hurrying to write press releases on their laptop keyboards.

Numerous cameras and microphones around were aimed at the high-level personnel of the Shen Group who were speaking on the stage.

Afterwards, Shen Chuanlin gave an impassioned speech about himself as the new power holder.

After Shen Chuanlin's speech was over, the reporters began to raise their hands to ask questions, but Shen Chuanlin smiled, "We don't do interviews today, the media that want to interview can make an appointment with my assistant, next, give the time to Shen Ye, he has something to announce .”

When Xia Zhiwei entered the conference room, Shen Ye's speech had just ended, and all the reporters in the audience were elated.

"Mr. Xie, may I ask if you knew about your life experience since you were a child or did you only know about it recently?"

"Mr. Xie, may I ask you to transfer 1% of Shen's shares in your hand at a price of 25 yuan, is it related to your life experience?"

"Mr. Xie, what are your plans for the future? Will you stay in Shen's or return to Jiangbei?"

All kinds of questions were thrown at Shen Ye one after another, no, it should be called Xie Jingting now.

Although Xie Jingting changed his name, he was still as indifferent and deep as before, turning a deaf ear to all the questions raised by the reporters.

At this moment, someone found Xia Zhiwei standing at the back door of the meeting room.

"Mrs. Shen!"

Afterwards, reporters flocked to Xia Zhiwei like a tide.

The two female assistants protected Xia Zhiwei behind him like an iron wall.

Xia Zhiwei carefully protected her stomach, not panicking when surrounded by reporters.

Those who could be invited were all reporters from major TV stations and newspapers, with good professionalism, and the female reporters at the front even reached out to stop the people behind, so as not to bump into Xia Zhiwei.

"Mrs. Shen..."

Xia Zhiwei smiled slightly at the other party, "Please call me Mrs. Xie San."

Xia Zhiwei herself is beautiful, today she specially put on makeup, her hair is done in big lazy waves, and she is wearing a milk coffee-colored woolen coat. She is both charming and gentle.

With a slight smile, the souls of countless male reporters on the scene were about to disappear.

"Mrs. Xie San, may I ask if you knew about your husband, Mr. Xie Jingting's life experience before you got married?"

"Will you and Mr. Xie go back to Jiangbei? When will you go back?"

"Mrs. Xie San, your belly looks quite big. Is it due date?"

"Will the child be born with the surname Xie or Shen?"

The reporters asked me a sentence, and asked a dozen questions in a short while.

Xia Zhiwei didn't answer at all, "Please make room, I'm just here to pick up my husband home."

After the words were finished, Xie Jingting had strode up to her, holding her in his arms with outstretched arms.

"Wife, let's go home."

"Ah."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and left hand in hand.

The man is tall and dignified, and the woman is elegant and beautiful. They are like a couple of gods and gods, making everyone envious and jealous.

"Wow, they are so right..."

"Hmph, men don't have a good thing!"

In the women's prison, Ding Xinru and the female prisoners in the same prison were eating, and the TV news screen in front of them happened to show the backs of Xia Zhiwei and Xie Jingting leaving the press conference.

Back in the cell, Ding Xinru saw all the news images she had seen before, and her heart seemed to be soaked in bitter water, suffering unspeakably.

(End of this chapter)