True Love Lasts

“…… Stop outside. " He doesn't care.

"It's been stopped, but they're fighting for it..." At this point, the original noise suddenly disappeared, and Yi Lei could not help but stop. He could not help but peep out from the crack of the door and exclaimed, "what happened to Wang Mingyang?"

Wang Mingyang came here in a wheelchair!

His feet, hands and head were covered with thick bandages, and his face was very white. Beside the wheelchair, there was a blood transfusion bag How weak he looks, how weak he is. But the momentum is still so powerful!

"If you have any interviews, come to me. Don't make me sleep late..." He endured the pain of a broken bone. It's hard to say the first sentence.

The quiet reporters looked at each other face to face, coincidentally heart boiling!

Director Wang is still taking care of Shu Muwan, and the reason is "don't make her sleep". It's really considerate! Secretary Wang has worked in the police for so many years. How ever has he been so careful? It's really an iron man!

So, be careful. It was full of gossip again, and it was smashed quickly -

"director Wang, is this traffic accident an accident or a plot? Why are you in the same car with Miss Shu? There is no obvious intersection between the police force and the fashion show... "

"Director Wang, I heard that you sacrificed your life to save Miss Shu at the time of the accident. Is that true?"

"Director Wang, you are also here to see Miss Shu, aren't you? Are you nervous about her safety? "

“……”

Wang Mingyang's ears ached because of the "buzzing" problem. He could only wave his hand until his subordinates came to signal the crowd to be quiet. This kind of noise had a brief silence again.

"Don't go too far! Taking into account director Wang's health, he is still in blood transfusion! " The subordinates couldn't see it and roared.

The reporters shrunk their heads, still curious, but not daring to ask.

Wang Mingyang waved his hand, motioned to his subordinates not to make a sound, and then turned to the crowd again. The voice is very weak, but the attitude is very serious: "yes, I am very nervous about her safety!"

Someone took a breath: is it just the rhythm of public confession or recognition?

Wang Mingyang held the wheelchair, endured the pain and weakness after the injury, slightly adjusted his posture and continued: "at the time of the accident, I couldn't protect her, so the news that I gave up my life to save her was not true! But if I could, I would... "

"Director Wang worked hard!" Voice did not fall, behind a low cool voice. He interrupted his monologue.

All of them were shocked and turned their eyes to the sound source -

it was Nangong Mo!

It's Nangong ink!!!

Why is he here?

As the assistant turns the wheelchair, Wang Mingyang slowly sees the man leaning on the door - Nangong Mo's face is rising with a proud and shallow smile. He walks towards him step by step, but he just stands down and gives him a glance.

Then, he spoke slowly: "if you don't take care of director Wang, I will take care of my woman."

In the eyes of everyone surprised to tell this sentence. He glanced coldly at Wang Mingyang's subordinates: "take director Wang back to the ward. There's no need for him here The seriously injured are worrying In short: the existence of Wang Mingyang can't help at all!

"I..." Subordinates left look, right look, Wang Mingyang himself did not speak, he suddenly fell into a dilemma.

And Nangong MoSi ignored Wang Mingyang. Turning back to the press group, he directly seized the initiative with a proud attitude: "you can directly ask me any questions about Shu Muwan."

There's something wrong with everyone!

Everyone knows nangongmo It's not easy! Who dare to ask him directly? They don't know what can be asked and what can't be asked

"No? Then listen carefully... " Still arrogant, he swept the reporter in front of him coldly, "on business, go to interview her company team; on private matters. Make sure that She's mine. Don't gossip about the wrong person. "

The last sentence is slow. Shallow cool thin smile, let everyone together a shock, at the same time nod.

The woman Nangong Mo admitted. They dare not talk nonsense

"Any questions?"

They all shook their heads, waiting for Nangong Mo to turn around and leave. However, another rookie reporter timidly raised his hand and asked carefully: "that When are you going to get married? "

The person nearby immediately choked breath: good shock question!

Little sister, how dare you ask?

"Well, or When is the engagement... " Feeling Nangong Mo's cold eyes sweeping over, the little girl smiles and quickly changes a word to make her question sound Not so sharp.

Since she is the woman he admits, she has to Do you have a place?

I can't be his "woman" all my life

"Which newspaper are you from?" With a long finger, the bold little girl was named directly.The latter was stunned for two seconds and replied: "yes It's from the City Morning Post. "

The others had already kneaded her sweat silently in their hearts. When she thought that the little girl and her newspaper were going to finish playing together, she suddenly heard Nangong Mo's low, cool and steady voice -

"next Saturday." Lips lightly Yang, he is in the eyes of the public dumbfounded, slowly added, "on the front page of your newspaper."

"Next Saturday?"

It's not just the reporters who are shocked by the chorus. And Yi Lei standing in the back. He was stunned and petrified: next Saturday, the first day after the show Is mo Shao planning to get engaged or get married?!

Nima, what a sudden news!

Nangong Mo ignores the shocked people and turns back to the ward.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became strange. The army of journalists, who always like to fight for headlines, whispered to each other at this time, discussing the way of reporting - Mo Shao's "decision". Their reports should be consistent!

As for Wang Mingyang, he was left out in the air. After listening to all Nangong Mo's words, Junmei frowned more tightly, and his pale and weak face was even more frightening, until another subordinate came to him -

"Wang Ju, you have to go back to the ward to deal with something."

Wang Mingyang just slightly restrained himself, nodded and motioned to his subordinates to push the wheelchair back. He tried not to think about Nangong Mo's words, deliberately said something to divert his attention: "what can I do for you?"

"That Tang Pingqing is dead. " The subordinate lowered his voice and looked around to make sure that there was no one. Then he reported in a low voice, "the detention was closed secretly not long ago! It seems that this matter is not so simple. People in the criminal Department suspect that there are still people behind the scenes The director of information is waiting for you in the ward. "