A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

Hearing this, the gossip reporter, who was chatting with another group of people, immediately regained his spirits.

His eyes lit up like kilowatt light bulbs, and he turned to the gossip-filled discussion group here.

Stretching out his hand to poke the uncle who just spoke, he raised his eyebrows carelessly: "Are you waiting for the heir? Hey, you don't know if the heir is waiting for you! But... guess what? There was a change in the wedding, so this emergency press conference was held? I heard that the heir of the Bo family returned to his motherland a while ago to develop domestic affairs. Bo Junchen also followed. But where is the news of the heir’s return? Quietly, but the Bo family's royal model, Cynthia, and Bo Junchenchao's scandal are very hot!"

"Bah, bah, crow's mouth! People would rather tear down ten bridges than ruin a marriage. I said you bastard, why are you so vicious, and you open your mouth to curse the wedding of other girls and boys. It's you who want to make money. I still stole your wife if I messed with you!"

Hearing the man's displeasure, the woman immediately retorted.

The beautiful and supple unlined eyebrows are slightly frowned.

It seemed to twist up a little displeased, and glared at the young man.

"What did I say wrong? You are a reporter, not a Bodhisattva. Whether you understand freedom of speech or not, no matter what I say, that is my business. If you don't like to listen, where is the gate? Where should you go?" Where are you going. I still want to continue discussing with this... this gentleman about the gossip about the marriage change!"

The young man didn't have any sympathy for her, he just regarded her as a reporter from other places, and he looked older than her because of his age, so he also spoke like a boss.

His brows were raised high, looking very arrogant.

In this regard, the woman is even more annoyed.

He raised his hand and pointed at his face, "Do you have any professional ethics—"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the uncle sitting in the middle and the little beauty on the other side held the two of them at the same time, coaxing and persuading them to calm down their anger.

At this time, I saw the little beauty who had just pulled the frame, pressing the round retro sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, looking at the people around mysteriously, talking softly, while playing with the camera in her hand and saying: "I also received A gossip. I heard that Bo Junchen had an accident and went to the hospital..."

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When the antique clock in the venue struck the eighth time.

The venue, which was originally noisy and whispering, suddenly fell into silence after a burst of shouting.

"Here we come, the Bo family's car has arrived!"

"Here, I saw Bo Feiyang, he is here!"

"coming……"

All the reporters in the venue rushed to the cordon almost immediately.

As old man Bo led his entourage through the security lines, the guns and short cannons on both sides kept approaching him.The flashing lights also seem to have been singing a welcome song, flashing chasingly with his steps.

Everyone asked sharp or gentle questions, especially at this moment, swarming in.

If it weren't for the security guards on both sides, and Bo Feiyang with a lot of bodyguards who were responsible for protecting his movement safety, it is estimated that this old man would have been in this crowd long ago, and he would have been squeezed to the ground!

But Bo Feiyang didn't lose the slightest look of being okay because of the surge of the crowd.

He was like a person who was born to walk on the runway, exuding a light that people chased after, and walked onto the stage calmly and calmly.

The photographer in the venue immediately gave him a close-up.

At the moment he turned around, a beam of follow-spot lights enveloped him from somewhere on the second floor——

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