Prince Charming,Look at Me

Miller repeatedly should, just for Murong Hao's action, he is also a fog.

This is the time to hold a press conference?

"Brother, Sister Li, do you want me to help you find it?"

Milan asked anxiously, but his eyes unconsciously fell on the sofa and the dog who was playing snowball.

Since the last time Sister Li moved back to her idol's home, the kitten and dog have been boarded in their own home. Now they are completely familiar with snowball.

"You'd better take care of yourself! Without Jiang Li, who are you following? "

Mileberry takes a look at his sister, but turns over the mobile phone number in his hand, and starts to start Murong Hao's account.

I heard that Murong Hao was going to hold a press conference, and the whole entertainment industry was blown up.

At this time, in the capital hospital, Murong Feng coughed lightly.

Time does not spare people, even if properly maintained, in the end is old.

Ji ningyun looked at his wife's illness, very distressed, but this time and can't help.

"Listen to Murong Zun, the boy and the company broke the contract?"

Murong Feng eased his mood. Although he was in doubt, he said yes.

After all, ginger is still old and spicy, and it won't lose a cent in terms of being well-informed.

"The situation in DG is not very good. Why don't I go to the top for a while?"

Ji ningyun sees him talking about his son. He can't help but think of what Kris said before and suggests.

"No, those people can't make waves any more. The priority now is to get that bastard back. It's not proper for a woman to make such a fuss

Murong Feng said that he was in a hurry. He didn't take a breath and coughed again.

There were a lot of people at the press conference, except for the reporters Miller contacted, others came uninvited.

Murong Hao is equal to the audience rating, and I don't know when it came from.

It's not time to start, but there's no place to stay in the venue.

Murong Hao is punctual into the field, one into the hall in front of the crowd in no hurry to say hello, and then accompanied by bodyguards stride into the scene.

In addition to him, there is only agent Miller on the stage, but Murong Hao's consistent smile makes people feel nervous.

"The reason why I hold a press conference today is that I have two things to announce."

When he stood up, the riot below was also suppressed.

Studio is not small, his voice through the microphone clearly into the presence of everyone's ears, as if whispering in the ear.

"First of all, I'm free now and I don't belong to any agency."

As soon as his voice fell, reporters began to question him.

Microphone one by one was handed to the front, Murong Hao's indifferent eyebrows did not waver, but looked more in line with his identity.

"I don't like to be seen as standing in this position by relying on the backstage. If there is any further spread of relevant opinions, I will consider using legal means."

Murong Hao is not a character to be slaughtered by others. What's more, he is quite different from the so-called dandy.

"Second, my marriage with Ye Xianglin is invalid. No matter now or in the future, I will not get married with the Ye family. "

He glanced at the reporters under his eyes, "so Jiang Li's business is nothing, please shine your eyes, don't hurt people with rumors."

Jiang Li's affair was fired when he was in a coma. Now he really feels her pain at that time, and Murong Hao only regrets it.

If he hadn't had a car accident at that time, maybe nothing would have happened.

The flash continued, but he didn't intend to go on.

If you want to stay in the entertainment industry for a long time, the most important thing is not to talk nonsense.

Murong Feng watched his son's press conference through the tablet, and was so angry that he almost turned his back.

Isn't that a slap on his father's face?

Xianglin has just been hurt for him. He's so good that he doesn't care about Xianglin's kindness. Instead, he takes revenge!

“Kris！ Go and bring me that son of a bitch! "

Murong Feng covered his undulating chest and pointed to the assistant at the door. His face was livid.

After the press conference, Murong Hao sat alone in the rest room, closed his eyes, feeling disappointed.

He should have done so long ago, but now it seems to be too late, and I don't know what he said. Will Jiang Li know.

He sighed, mobile phone tremor of fierce, he looked at the name above, the mobile phone back in the past, pretending to be blind.

If he could go back in time, he hoped he had never brought Jiang Li home.

But the world's most lacking, is regret medicine.

Even if his regret intestines are green now, he can only continue to watch the days continue backward, and there is no way.

The mobile phone is constantly shaking, as if to use up all the strength.

Murong Hao was silent for a long time. He just picked up the phone and answered it. His indifferent eyes fell on the mirror, looking at his own appearance.The hot news at the press conference was hot on the Internet. By contrast, the unexpected news that Murong Hao quit the company attracted more attention than the second one.

Miller flipped through the tablet in his hand and looked at someone sitting on the sofa playing the latest video games, who was completely unaffected. He couldn't help sighing.

Now the outside is full of Murong Hao's all kinds of conjectures, which are suddenly changing. He is as good as a nobody.

"Hao Hao, as soon as your news comes out, the previous several negotiated movie payments have all been cancelled."

Miller's words are not without complaint. In order to complete these works at the beginning, he broke his tongue.

But now?

In a word, all efforts are in vain.

"Well, I know."

Murong Hao stares at his character on the big screen and answers perfunctorily.

The sigh behind him rang out again. Although he didn't speak any more, the action on his hand became faster and faster.

As time goes by, two days pass by.

Murong Hao took a plane back to the capital. As soon as he got off the plane, he was surrounded by good reporters.

Public figures, no matter where they appear, are undoubtedly the focus.

In front of the camera, Murong Hao wears black clothes and trousers, showing his cool color.

"Do you want to inherit your family fortune when you return to Beijing this time?"

"Murong Haozhao, what you said at the press conference and ye Xianglin are just family friends. Is your father deceiving the public?"

The microphone is like a sharp sword, aiming at Murong Hao's sharp stab.

The man is not in a hurry. He pushes the microphone in front of him and scans his eyes indifferently. These reporters are just like the clowns who are trying to impress others. They are funny.

He seems to be able to understand what Jiang Li said at that time. She was tired and kept a so-called positive image. It was not easy.

Looking at the reporter who was pushed backward by the bodyguards, but also pushed forward beyond his capacity, Murong Hao hooked his lower lip.

The car outside the airport was already ready. He obediently stepped into the back seat and gathered up the neckline of the suit involved, with an air of complacency.

The moment the door closed, all the noise was cut off and turned into silence.

Murong Hao looked out of the window with his chin. His cold and hard lines were a bit evil because of a smile on his lips.

Kris in the front seat peeped into the rearview mirror and saw that the young master's posture was natural. He could not see the clue, so he felt a little suspicious.

With his understanding of the young master, he should not be so calm!

What's wrong?

The sun was shining high, the heat was shining on the green grass, and the green grass was bending down.

Even those rare flowers and plants that were placed in the flower shed were not spared, and their delicate faces looked much paler than usual.

It is said that the rich have their quirks, and Murong Feng takes these flowers and plants very seriously.

He painfully watered the pure blue tulip at hand, and his brow was locked as if he was facing the most serious problem.

"Master, the young master is back."

The housekeeper trotted in, waiting respectfully.

Murong Feng nodded his head, handed back the watering can to the housekeeper, and then looked around his flower field, then turned and left.

Although it was just a few days after I came out of the hospital, I was in high spirits as I looked at the bold walk.

Muronghao learned from the servant that his father was still in the flower shed and went straight upstairs.

He was just packing light and didn't take any luggage, leaving the servants who were going to take over the luggage looking at each other.

When he went out to be an entertainer, he made a pact with his family, one of which was a flat silk that would never take the identity of an entertainer home.

Therefore, even if Miller went to the capital with him, he was not qualified to enter the Murong mansion.

Informed in advance of the landing time of the plane, upstairs has been ready to wash the dust of hot water.

Murong Hao closed the door and looked at the broad grass downstairs. His indifferent eyes were as calm as water.

"Ten minutes later, let that stinky boy come out to see me."

As soon as the old man returned to the mansion, he gave the housekeeper an order and turned into the study with a serious look.

The old red wood carving table still retains the basic shape of the root, and the old man focuses on observing the ups and downs of the hot water boiling and pouring on the tea.

When Murong Hao came to the study, he saw such a scene at home.

"Coming?"

He hasn't opened his mouth yet, but Murong Feng, who is focused on his vision, is light.

The tone, as if facing a friend like casual.

Murong Hao pursed his lips, and then raised his eyes, which had lost the little forbearance left before.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the press conference in advance."

He bowed forward, and his words lost their usual arrogance.

The old man looked up, but did not speak.

"It seems that you should have something to say to me about Jiang Li."Murong Hao's words changed, and his expression became colder.

It's impossible for Murong Feng not to understand his son's mind, but to let the woman come back.

"I have nothing to say."

Murong Feng impatiently dropped a sentence, eyes back to fiddle with the teapot again, as if that thing is more interesting than talking to his son.

"In that case, I have nothing to apologize for. As the successor of the Murong family, I give up the position of the virtuous. "

The room was suddenly quiet, and the old man's expression stagnated, "say it again?"

Murong Hao was not afraid, but stood upright.

"It happens that I'm tired of inheritors. Please think of your own way! It's up to you to get another brother or choose the right person. "

He pulled his lips and chuckled. His bad look made Murong Feng feel that his chest was blocked badly.

Ignoring the anger of the old man behind him, Murong Hao walked out of his study with a firm eye.

Now, he doesn't have to hide.

"Your son, your father is in poor health, and you are always so angry with him -"

Ji ningyun thinks that they have already had a good heart to heart talk, so she specially asks the servant to bake some snacks. As soon as she carries them upstairs, she sees her son come out, while her husband roars loudly behind.

In a hurry, she put the tray into the servant's hand and grabbed her son.

"Mom, is that how you want me to marry the Ye family?"

If his father's words make him helpless, his mother's concealment makes him sad.

Ji ningyun blinks her eyes and looks at her son innocently. She doesn't understand what he says.

"I already know about Jiang Li's letter. You don't have to hide it, because when I wake up, I've already missed it. "

"Is it none of steward Li's business? Go back and tell the master and his wife, don't force me any more, or I will take the initiative to let the successor out. "

Murong Hao said, in the housekeeper's surprised eyes completely out of the door of the mansion.

The top of his head was full of the sun, and he leaned up against the light, his eyes tingling so hard that he could only half squint.

Since Jack mentioned Murong Hao when she was camping last time, although Jiang Li said it didn't matter, her state of wandering repeatedly exposed herself.

"That's coke, not soy sauce!"

Jack saw that Jiang Li was distracted again, and suddenly yelled. Instead, he was so scared that Jiang Li poured half a bottle of coke into the borscht.