Sorry, I can't love you

"What is Mr. Tang's view on the current trade war? I heard that Tang group originally planned to change the production raw materials and has signed a foreign supplier..."

"No matter what impact the trade war will have on the Tang clan, we will always stand on the side of the country."

When the reporters were about to ask about the specific plan, an untimely voice suddenly appeared in the crowd,

"Do you have a type of girl you like? Do you have to be right? "

Hearing this, Xia Liang panicked immediately. This is not the content of the interview draft at all.

What the hell is Liang Junjun doing? Do you want the sword to go sideways and attract people's attention?

Sure enough, this time her move ushered in not only the glances of the reporters, but also the eyes of Tang Mo, who had obviously sunk down, but not looking at Liang Junjun, but the woman hiding behind the camera.

Xia Liang only felt a cold sharp look through the human community on his face. He buried his head lower because of his guilty heart. He didn't dare to see anything even after shooting.

Looking at the figure in the crowd who was desperately shrinking behind the camera, Tang Mo's thin and cold lips aroused an arc of contempt and said coldly,

"Matching families is not the most important. It's important to have consistent values. Who you like depends on fate, but who you don't like. I can say a few points, such as those who love vanity. I think so do you."

This seems to be deliberately said to her. It is particularly harsh. Xia Liang's face is stiff. His shoulder carrying the camera is still sour and painful for a second, but he is numb at the moment.

Liang Junjun opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but Tang Mo took the lead in asking,

"Dawn media, right?"

He was stunned, "yes..."

"OK, the exclusive interview for this event belongs to you."

There was an uproar at the scene.

Xia Liang raised his head in disbelief and happened to hit a pair of eyes in the camera. He was looking at her with a smile, as if the lion saw the prey falling into the trap.

After that, the group visit dispersed. The organizer took Xia Liang and Liang Junjun to the waiting room to prepare.

While waiting, Liang Junjun couldn't wait to call back to the company to report the progress to the supervisor. He looked as if he had won a million awards.

In sharp contrast to Liang Junjun's excitement, Xia Liangyi's face was dejected. She completely ignored someone dancing next to her, squatted silently in the corner and looked back at the previous camera lens. When she saw Tang Mo's eyes sweeping the lens, she couldn't help trembling in her heart.

Intuition, he must have seen himself.

Soon, a voice came from the door of the waiting room,

A female assistant held the on-site record book and waved to Xia Liang in their direction,

"Dawn media, right? President Tang said you can go to interview. "

The moment she entered the door, a chill came to her face. When she saw Tang Mo, she turned sideways to the door. Her straight back showed very strong and smooth lines in the sunlight reflected by the French window.

Tang Mo didn't seem to notice her coming.

Tang Mo was not the only one in the lounge, but also some senior executives of Yin Zong.

The organizer of this event is Mr. Yin, the boss of Huayao real estate. His wind rating is not very good. It is rumored that he sold his brother company's red star to climb the big tree of Tang's this time.

"President Tang, the reporter from dawn media is here."

Xia Liang followed Liang Junjun into the house. His simple and capable white T-shirt and Cowboy SHORTS showed a pair of white long legs. His beautiful face was painted with light makeup. His pure and beautiful girlish temperament soon attracted the attention of the men present.

Men look at women.

Such eyes fell into Tang Moshi's eyes, which made him feel inexplicably dazzling. His voice suddenly sank. It was not known how cold it was compared with the tone of talking with the people in the room,

"You only have ten minutes. Hurry up."