Chapter 20: Kick Wedding Variations [4]
S City, everyone knows Shang Haotian's character.
As long as it is what he wants, he must get it, or he will destroy it!
And he has Shangze Company, a listed company in the S market as the backing, so he is more fearless.
In front of her, whether she is Ye Jinghan, who has been missing for a long time, or Cynthia, the consequences of offending him like this may be unpredictable!
The guest shook his head regretfully and sweated for her.
And Bo Jinghan dusted off her skirt: "What are you doing there?" Fiona, you don't want me to postpone the press conference, do you? ”
"Huh? Oh-"
Slapping his head suddenly, Fiona regained his previous shrewdness and ability, smiled apologetically at Bo Jinghan, and hurriedly followed.
In front of Shang Haotian, she didn't forget to kick between his legs.
Everyone held their breath, stared at Shang Haotian, who was lying on his back and fell to the ground, and the chrysanthemum tightened and tensed his lower body.
"Cynthia, what about the car?"
Walking through the crowd, Fiona approached Bo Jinghan and asked quietly.
"Leave it there, the insurance company will take care of it later." Turning his eyes, Bo Jinghan glanced at the agent lazily, and said indifferently: "Fiona, the wedding clip in the new product promotional video, you keep an eye on me." If the crew dares to make my wedding such a virtue, they will directly lift the props team! ”
The voice fell, and I only heard her muttering in a low voice: "China is not foreign or foreign, cheesy!" ”
Fiona answered seriously, but after listening to the second half of the sentence, she laughed coldly again.
In a blink of an eye, I saw the figure around me, and I realized that this little ancestor was not talking to her about business, but deliberately telling the guests who were gossiping about it! It is estimated that when the bride wakes up and listens to these words, she will be stunned again!
The whine of the ambulance came from not far away.
Bo Jinghan walked out without squinting.
The reporters who were surrounded by the security guards suddenly swarmed up with bright eyes, scrambling to ask questions.
"I heard that Bo's Enterprise has created a brand for Miss Cynthia and has recently gone public. How does Miss Cynthia feel about this? ”
"Cynthia, you are only 22 years old, and you are on the world's top catwalk show, is it a gift of talent, or is it an unspoken rule in the industry?"
"May I ask Miss Cynthia, why don't you like to be interviewed, and you are not allowed to publish even a photograph? Is it because of Mr. Bo Junchen's selfish desires? ”
……
In front of the flash.
Bo Jinghan was smiling and calm.
She seems to have been born with an inviolable aura, extremely oppressive, as if the queen's arrival had made the media reporters magical, making way for her, watching her pass by in front of her, forgetting to stop her.
When she walked out of the encirclement, Bo Jinghan stopped.
Her long curly black hair swayed lightly behind her back, reflecting her snow-white skin, contrasting sharply with the red dress.
In the sun, it shines extraordinarily.
The reporters behind him widened their eyes and sighed, looking at Bo Jinghan who slowly turned around.
Her unruly eyebrows and eyes were unusually cold, but her eyes, which were as dark as night, shone with a compelling brilliance.
In the reporter's mind, four words quickly flashed - glamorous to the audience!
"I don't like people snooping on my **, here's the answer!" Holding sunglasses, his cold gaze swept over the reporter, and a touch of arrogance flashed in his eyes: "Of course, I can't stop you from digging up news." But I hope that you will uphold the professional ethics of a journalist and report truthfully. And not a, who will only speculate without evidence - a prostitute! ”
The reporters looked at each other with their mouths half-open in astonishment.
And at this moment, a shrill voice shouted across the crowd: "Oh, what a big pie!" Then I ask you, why did you come to this hotel? I didn't mean to come to the wedding to make trouble, I can't, which wild man will come! ”