I Love My Sweet Neighbor

That's true. But Hei Jieming suddenly appeared here. Mu Hengjiang felt suspicious no matter what.

Perhaps it was because hei jie was afraid that Mu Hengjiang would misunderstand her and said, "Don't think too much. I did come by chance today. I was going to come a few days ago. But Mu Qingtian was always in a bad state of mind. I heard that he was in a good mood today, so I came to talk to him about something important. Maybe he's in a bad mood again tomorrow."

As he spoke, Hei Jieming took out his sunglasses and put them on himself. It was a habit of him to wear sunglasses day and night. The blue eyes that covered him.

Mu Hengjiang had no intention of digging into the bottom of the matter. He said, "Well, since you're here, I welcome you too. However, our president may not have time to greet you tonight."

"Don't worry, I called Mu Qingtian. He's a forthright person. He said he would talk to me after the press conference for at most an hour."

"In that case, I won't say anything."

There's really nothing to say. What else do you want to get involved with?

Mu Hengjiang glanced at the conference room and forgot about the reporters waiting in the corridor in the distance.

Mu Hengjiang turned to look at Hei Jieming again.

"Hei Jieming, I don't want you or your people doing anything here."

Hei Jieming shrugged, "I came alone. Neither of my men came. That's enough."

Mu Hengjiang had nothing to say.

Since there was nothing to say, there was nothing to say. He turned and walked into the conference room, closing the door behind him.

Hei Jieming was secretly a little angry. He thought Mu Hengjiang was a little embarrassed. But then he thought, all talented people have tempers. It's not his fault.

As soon as seven o' clock was said, the group of reporters swarmed in. Hei Jieming wanted to leave, but he was escorted into the conference room by these people. Hei Jieming didn't care. He wanted Mu Qingtian anyway. He could see his mental state here.

At seven o' clock, Mu Qingtian entered the conference room on time.

He stood behind the rostrum, holding the table with one hand and the microphone with the other.

"Thank you, media friends, for coming. Seeing you, I admire Qingtian and am extremely grateful."

He first said politely.

The reporters didn't come here to hear about this.

Mu Hengjiang waved his hand and waved at him not far away, and Yun Zhuran appeared. Mu Qingtian held her hand and pulled her to his side.

Mu Hengjiang looked around at every face in the room.

Friends, I don't think I need to introduce you. Is there anyone who doesn't know who this is?"

A burst of laughter followed.

Mu Qingtian continued, "Yes, everyone knows her. This is my wife. Yun Zhuran. I used to keep a low profile. But from today on. I'm not keeping a low profile anymore. Besides, my wife won't keep a low profile. Okay. Everyone can shoot as much as they want. I think my wife looks good enough to have a place on the major media's homepage."

There was a crackling of flashlights below. Yun Zhuran was not used to it. Mu Hengjiang approached her thoughtfully and pinched her hand.

"Nothing. I'm here."

The reason why Mu Hengjiang wanted to hold this press conference was very clear. He wanted to announce to everyone, including father of Mu Mu Mu, that he was going to be with Yun Zhuran. No one could stop it.

As the lights flashed off, Mu Qingtian continued, "The reason I held this press conference today is to explain something. A while ago, there were many rumors about my wife in society and on the internet. Those rumors - I don't comment, you believe it, you don't believe it, it has nothing to do with me. Because I don't care at all."

Mu Qingtian did not deny the rumors. He felt that it was better to speak frankly than to lie and deny. It was enough for everyone to know that he truly loved Yun Zhuran.

Mu Qingtian and Yun Zhuran looked at each other affectionately and nodded at the same place.

Mu Qingtian continued to say to the microphone, "I will spend my life with my Dyeing. No matter who, no one can stop us. I don't want to say such stupid things as the combination of heaven and earth. Because those words mean nothing to me."

That was all Mu Qingtian had to say, and it was soon over.

A reporter raised his hand and asked, "Muzongcai, are those rumors about your wife true? Also, are those photos real? I heard that those photos appeared in front of everyone in the Mu family very suddenly. Who is the mastermind behind the scenes? What is his purpose, just to destroy the discord between you two?"

The sound game was familiar. Yun Zhuran looked over and saw reporter Zhao.

His face looked even more haggard. He was a very professional paparazzi, and he didn't let go of any scandals.

Mu Hengjiang replied, "You have too many questions. Okay. I answered them one by one. I just said that. I don't want to clarify the previous rumors and photos, whether or not, it has nothing to do with me now. As for the behind-the-scenes manipulators, I feel that there must be some. They must hate me or the Mu family, or they must hate the Blue sky group. I admire that Qingtian is here to show everyone that it doesn't matter who wants to deal with me. But let me make it clear that I am a very good person. Maybe someone hates me, but I don't have a personal grudge. In time, I'll find out who's behind it, but at least, I don't know yet, and I don't have any clues."

Obviously, Mu Hengjiang's statement did not satisfy reporter Zhao.

"You haven't made it clear whether those photos are real or not. If it's true..."

Mu Qingtian's face sank, "I said it too. I won't answer these questions. It doesn't mean anything to me whether it's true or not."

Mu Qingtian was not the kind of person who could spit, talk about the dead as alive, and talk about the fake as real. He didn't lie and stuck to the bottom line in his heart.

Reporter Zhao laughed, "Oh, I see. It turned out that those were true. Mu was always magnanimous and did not care about them. So there's no point in telling the truth or not."

He smiled, and everyone behind him smiled.

Mu Qingtian slapped the table, "Okay, do you have any other questions?"

He was ready to leave. The hand under the rostrum was still holding Yun Zhuran. He could feel Yun Zhuran's hand shaking gently.

Reporter Zhao did not stop, "Mr. Mu, how is your relationship with your childhood sweetheart Long Yue? It is said that you are running to the hospital every day. Is your wife jealous? If she's jealous, how are you going to coordinate?"

The word "Final harmony" sounded especially harsh.

Mu Hengjiang said, "Listen to you, I seem to have two wives..."

"If Mr. Mu wants it, I personally don't think it's a problem. Haha." Reporter Zhao laughed arrogantly again. "Especially since Mrs. Mu has made such a big mistake, he feels so guilty. If mu zong wanted to raise third or something. Now was the right time, and Mrs. Mu would not object. After all, I feel guilty."

Mu Qingtian was so angry that he slapped the table.

"This reporter friend, did I invite you here?"

Reporter zhao stood up and said, "Yes, Mu Boss, you invited me here. You don't know me well, but I've known your wife Mrs. Mu for a long time. No, Mrs. Mu."

Yun Zhuran was already trembling with anger. She turned around and asked. But at this moment, countless photos floated down from the sky.