The group of reporters were like flies seeing honey, and more than a dozen microphones were on the same page, raising their voices to ask questions.

"Mr. Fang, do you really intend to divorce your current wife and then marry Miss Zhao Meng?"

"Mr. Fang, can you tell us when you plan to hold the wedding?" Will you choose to hold a wedding banquet at home or go abroad? ”

"Mr. Fang, why did you want to bring Miss Zhao Meng here today? Can you tell us? ”

In the next moment, a deep and melodious male voice sounded, "Zhao Meng and I are here to dine at the French restaurant on the top floor, and my wedding will be held in China, as for the time...... When the time comes, you will know. ”

The noise started again, the reporter rushed to visit, and Li Xiaoyun, who was sitting in the café next to the hall, had a buzzing in her ears, and her heart seemed to be torn to pieces by an invisible force.

Why? Obviously hearing the answer he said in person, she still didn't want to believe it, or would she feel extreme pain for him?

She looked at Fang Jinghao, who was surrounded by the media not far away, and caught a glimpse of the radiant Zhao Meng, who was snuggling in his arms at this time, her beautiful face was full of sadness and smile, full of happiness.

His choice would not have been her at all, wasn't that a fact that he had understood earlier?

She doesn't want to think about it anymore, she doesn't want to be heartbroken anymore, she just wants to blindly escape and love him with an ostrich mentality......

But now, everything was clearly laid out in front of her.

He and Zhao Meng are going to get married sooner or later, didn't he just say that their wedding will be held in China......

His wedding to the woman she hates the most......

At this moment, a desperate fact appeared in front of her, a fact that she had never thought carefully about before, never thought far away, and only deliberately avoided it.

He would divorce her someday, and by then, she would have to leave.

"Xiaoyun, your face is so pale, what's the matter? Okay? Zhou Jue also heard the interview just now, and he was worried that Li Xiaoyun would be hit.

Zhou Jue's caring words came, and Li Xiaoyun came back to her senses and hurriedly withdrew her gaze. "I ...... It's okay. ”

She smiled reluctantly, and hurriedly picked up the cup in front of her and wanted to take a sip of coffee to hide her weakness.

"Beware!" Zhou Jue's reminder was still a step too late.

Li Xiaoyun herself was also startled, her little face was even whiter, the hot coffee was spilled, and her skirt was dirty.

The waiter hurriedly came over to deal with it, and asked, "Miss, are you okay, haven't you been burned?" ”

"Oh no, Xiaoyun, your calves are red." Zhou Jue shouted worriedly.

"It's okay...... I'm fine. I accidentally ...... it myself," she whispered an apology to the service staff, and was busy cleaning up the mess.

Suddenly, a dark shadow hung over the sky, and the air at the scene suddenly became tense.

Fang ...... Brother Fang? Zhou Jue had just taken a pack of tissues to hand to Li Xiaoyun, but was startled by the inexplicable swarming of reporters and cameras, as well as Fang Jinghao, who walked to the table.

Li Xiaoyun raised her little face when she heard this, and met the man's black pupils with deep meaning, and her chest thumped loudly.

"Miss, may I ask what is your relationship with Mr. Fang?"

"This young lady, how long have you known Mr. Fang?"

These journalists will not waste a single opportunity to gossip.

"I don't know him." Li Xiaoyun didn't think about it, and spit out the words of denial.

Fang Jinghao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his two thick eyebrows also rose at the same time.