Chief, Love for you is wrong

No eyes! Qin Jing, who heard the reporter's article, hummed and tilted his lips. I begged him so many times about the problem. He refused to tell me. How can he tell you!

Sure enough, Wen Jili in front of the long table looked at the reporter, raised his eyebrows slowly, raised one corner of his lips, smiled faintly and asked, "is it difficult that China's law has been revised now? In the new era of free marriage between men and women, now it has been changed to everyone's marriage status, so I have to explain it to your reporter first?"

At the press conference, Wen Jili was more and more widowed, and answered with a disdain of thin responsibility, which attracted the reporters present to talk one after another. Some reporters who first contacted this formal press conference were excited. He quickly stood up and asked questions with a red face and a microphone.

"San Shao, if you answer so strongly, aren't you afraid that we will go back and publicize your rudeness and arrogance? As far as I know, in just a few days after the publication of the magazine, Anhua's share price has fallen by more than 3%, and there is still a downward trend. Now San Shao is still so arrogant. Don't you think the share price hasn't fallen enough?"

As soon as this problem came out, coupled with the excited and high spirited voice of the newborn calf reporter, the reporters present were silent. The whole press conference was quiet, leaving only the slight current sound of the microphone.

Leng is Qin Jing sitting in front of the TV. They all think the reporter is too aggressive!

Although Wen Jili's tone was a little arrogant and disdainful, he was right, and because he was right, he was even more impatient.

Normal marriage between men and women, do not steal or rob, is it none of your reporter's business?

Whether he marries or not, and whether she marries or not, is entirely up to him! Even her wife, the repentant party, didn't use such a high spirited tone to press Wen Jili. The reporter pressed her man with wool!

Qin Jing was as angry as he was at a press conference. He sat in front of the sofa, holding a pillow and staring at the journalist.

Compared with the excitement of the reporter, Wen Jili was much more calm. He looked up at the reporter and gently pulled the corners of his lips, like a sneer, "First of all, I would like to state that I didn't hold this press conference to satisfy the curiosity of your reporters. I just want to give my wife a public peace. She and I registered for marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau as early as last year, and the wedding is just a make-up. As for the reason for the interruption, I just need to explain to my wife alone. I don't think I have paid you by Wen Jili As for the question about Anhua's share price... "

Speaking of this, Wen Jili raised one side of his eyebrows, bent his lips, smiled and said in a slightly joking tone, "If some reporters here think that with your pen, Anhua's share price can fall sharply, I wen Jili sincerely suggest that some reporters directly change their profession to be economic analysts or traders. At that time, many enterprises will open the door for you. When you get red and purple, when you see me Wen Jili, don't forget to share some cake with me."

The atmosphere was tense because of the reporter's words, and Wen Jili swept the answer on his face. The atmosphere of the whole press conference had relaxed to a critical point. Unexpectedly, it was only a slightly joking answer, which relaxed the dull atmosphere of the press conference in an instant.