The world's sweetest

Chapter 492 The rest of our lives

Xiang Xiuhan looked down at Mu Xin affectionately, "Her appearance is the best confession."

Mu Xin held Xiang Xiuhan's hand tightly, and the two of them clasped their fingers tightly.

"I like Xiang Xiuhan very much, to the bone." Mu Xin said, looking up at Xiuhan, her starry eyes sparkling, "Our relationship is friends, lovers, husband and wife, and will be our children in the future parents, grandchildren’s grandparents.”

They clasped their fingers together, looked at each other affectionately, and then smiled at each other, in a tacit understanding.

"For the rest of our lives, there will only be each other."

A simple sentence, but full of affection.

Seeing that no one dared to take pictures, Qin Ke immediately raised his hand to say hello, "Shoot, shoot hard at this time, why are you all so dumbfounded?"

It was only after Qin Ke's gesture that the media dared to take pictures, and took pictures of the two people looking at each other affectionately and smiling at each other.

Bowing his head to Xiuhan, he whispered in Mu Xin's ear, "Wait a minute, I'll take care of something."

"Okay." Mu Xin obediently stood by and waited.

Xiang Xiuhan held the flower in one hand, and tightly held Mu Xin's hand in the other. With her around, with her, he seemed to be wearing a battle armor.

He looked coldly at the reporter who was still being held up and almost went out, and his voice was as cold as ice, "Do you have any questions?"

Although it was far away, the reporter felt the coldness from him, which made him shiver, "There is..."

"Shut up, too!" Xiang Xiuhan didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

Qin Ke looked at the phone, then came over and whispered something to Xiang Xiuhan.

Xiang Xiu coldly hummed.

Qin Ke got the signal, picked up the microphone, looked at the reporter who had been asking malicious questions, and said directly: "You are a reporter from the Bincheng Evening News, and you received a huge sum of 300 million last night, may I ask who called you?" Money? What is the purpose?"

Malicious reporter: "What does my own money have to do with you?"

Qin Ke sneered: "Misappropriating the company's funds without authorization, using the identity of a reporter many times, unannounced visits to happy places, prostitution more than a dozen times, and the trumpet on Weibo is..."

The malicious reporter turned pale and trembled all over. Feeling the contemptuous eyes of his peers, he even patted him in various ways.

He shouted angrily: "You are slander, slander!"

Qin Ke smiled: "Do you think we need to slander you?"

For a small reporter, there is no need to speak to Xiu Han, as long as Qin Ke speaks, it is enough to make him unable to stay in Bincheng.

What's more, this time it was Xiang Xiuhan.

If you can't stay in Bincheng, that's the lightest thing. What's more terrible is that your future in this life and your family will be ruined.

The malicious reporter thought over and over again, then suddenly looked at Mu Wenjia, and said, "She is the one who paid me the money, she is the one who asked me to ask questions today no matter what, and every sentence should be accompanied by Mu Xin. I don't like Xiang Xiuhan, I only like Ouyang rattan."

Mu Wenjia, who was still calm at first, turned pale and stood up, "You are talking nonsense, I don't know you at all, and I have no money at all now, how can I give you 300 million, and I don't need to treat me like this younger sister."

Malicious reporter: "I have a recording, and last night weibo broke the news that Mu Xin was a three-year-old and was with Ouyang Teng. She also asked me to find someone to break the news."

Mu Wenjia's face was pale, and he looked at Xiang Xiuhan in a panic, and Lihua cried with rain: "I didn't, I really didn't, Mr. Xiang, you have to trust me."

Mu Xin held Xiang Xiuhan's arm very domineeringly, looked at Mu Wenjia coldly, and chuckled mockingly, "Why, Ouyang Teng can't satisfy you, so he wants to snatch my Mr. Xiang again?"

(End of this chapter)