Five years later.

Xue Lin held a bowl of hot instant noodles in his hand and sat down in the car of his media company.

His assistant, Linda, was debugging his newly purchased camera, and his mouth was dripping when he smelled the aroma of instant noodles.

"Boss, you take care of yourself, we're still hungry."

The newly purchased camera was still a little unlucky, and Lynda fiddled with the connecting spiral up and down, trying to adjust it to the angle she was most comfortable with.

Not far away, a young girl in formal clothes held a microphone in her hand, hiding in the back door of the media car, and a clear word RC media was printed on the microphone.

The open space at this gate is only fifty or sixty square meters, and all kinds of vehicles are parked large and small, from entertainment media to financial news, almost all the media in Nguyen Thanh are gathered in this square inch.

Their eyes lit up, and they looked at the exit of the office building, where two tall security guards were standing, staring at this group of uninvited guests.

Suddenly, the crowd around the front suddenly stirred.

The young girl stood up violently and beckoned to Linda: "Come out!" ”

Before Linda could react, Xue Lin had already stood up with a carp flexibly, and he wiped the corners of his mouth that were still stained with oil, and the wind under his feet had already passed in front of him the moment Linda raised his head.

He moved so fast that he rubbed the edge of the instant noodle bowl he threw on the ground, and the bowl was still steaming, and all the instant noodles that he hadn't picked up a few bites fell to the concrete floor.

In an instant, dozens of media outlets, large and small, as if they had received some signal, sharpened their heads one by one and swarmed towards the doors of the two security stations.

The sturdy security guards were almost unstable on their feet as they pulled out batons pinned to their waists and brandished them to intimidate the frenzied reporters.

At this time, at the elevator entrance of the office building, five or six people in straight suits came out.

The first two were wearing sunglasses and holding batons in their hands, and they were two well-trained bodyguards, and they pushed away the crowd in front of them, with extremely cold expressions on their faces.

Behind the two bodyguards, a man and a woman stood.

The man was about thirty or forty years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, carrying a black briefcase, and a just right smile on his face.

The woman was dressed in a black slim dress, with curly hair that was permed into big waves casually draped on one side of her shoulder, revealing her delicate left ear wearing shiny diamond earrings, and she stepped on a pair of 12-centimeter black high heels, slightly tilting her chin, with a serious and arrogant expression.

"Assistant Yang, have you considered the current situation?"

Murong An lowered his voice slightly and approached Assistant Yang.

The man tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, and replied softly: "Huo's successfully won the land on the side of Gaoqiao at last week's bidding meeting, which will inevitably cause a sensation in the industry, and this is just a small wind and waves." ”

Murong An snorted disdainfully: "Then next time, do you think it's a big deal if the fourth master is blocked in the company and can't go back?" ”

The hair of the two men parted with a touch, almost with a nod, and they finished what they had to say.

Two or three meters behind the two, a tall man strode out of the elevator.

He was dressed in a navy blue casual suit, with a white shirt without a tie and two buttons loosened at random. He wears a pair of brown sunglasses on his face, and under the sunglasses, a pair of wise and deep eyes gaze at the world quietly.

He pursed his pale lips and stopped when he was still a meter away from the revolving door.

"What's going on?"

Hearing this, Assistant Yang hurriedly turned around and said respectfully: "Fourth master, it's the media." Want to take a detour? ”

Huo Beixiao took a deep breath, glanced at the bustling crowd outside the door, and said in a deep voice, "No need. ”

Before he could finish speaking, he moved under his feet and strode into the revolving door.

Seeing this, Murong An and Assistant Yang hurriedly urged the bodyguards in front of them to open up a narrow path for them in the crowded crowd.

As soon as I stepped out of the revolving door, flashing lights suddenly lit up one after another, and many microphones with various media abbreviations were handed over straight.

"Hello Mr. Huo, it is said that this time you snatched the land from Qiao's hands. It turns out that you and Qiao's relationship has always been good, this time Qiao's bidding failed, will it affect your later cooperation? ”

"Mr. Huo, could you please talk about the future direction of the Gaoqiao land?"

It was all ordinary questions, Huo Beixiao picked a few innocuous answers, and in the constant questioning of the media, he kept walking until an unpleasant voice drilled into his ears.

"Mr. Huo, I heard a few years ago. The woman you originally liked became the pillow person of Qiao's heir, did you insist on getting along with Qiao's because of this? ”

Huo Beixiao paused for a moment and finally stopped.

The sharp eyes glanced coldly at the questioner through the gap at the top of the sunglasses.

Xue Lin, who was holding an RC microphone in one hand and a small DV player in the other, was sweating profusely by the crowd, but Rao was like this, the pestle under his feet was still in place like lead, and no matter how much others pushed him, they couldn't squeeze in front of him.

Looking back at the young female reporter and Linda, they have been washed away by the flow of people and don't know where they went.

Seeing Huo Beixiao looking at him, Xue Lin's expression suddenly became excited, thinking that his problem had been noticed by Huo Beixiao, and the microphone was almost passing through the security guard and stabbing Huo Beixiao in the face.

Huo Beixiao raised his eyebrows with interest, and his voice was playful: "Ruancheng TV's? ”

The crowd suddenly quieted down, and everyone immediately turned on the video or camera, ready to record Huo Beixiao's words and deeds.

Xue Lin nodded hurriedly, looking at Huo Beixiao's eyes full of hope.

"Is your boss's name Kim Jung-hyun?"

Xue Lin was stunned for a moment, nodded his head again and again, and suddenly felt happy in his heart.

Could it be that their boss and Huo Beixiao actually have a relationship? I thought this was a hard chore today, could it be that this is still a ready-made good fruit?

Huo Beixiao ignored the look of joy on Xue Lin's face, lowered his head and sorted out his white gloves, the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

Obviously, he was surrounded in the middle of the crowd and couldn't advance or retreat, but his movements and expressions were as comfortable as if he was participating in a grand banquet.

On the other hand, Murong An and Assistant Yang had already been a little impatient by the persevering crowd.

"Then ......" Huo Beixiao finally raised his head and glanced at Xue Lin, who was full of information.

Then he suddenly turned his head to look at Assistant Yang and said, "Tell Jin Zhengxuan that if you let me see this reporter in the future, he won't want to get any valuable news from me." ”

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then completely buried by a new wave of questions.

No one had time to pay attention to Xue Lin, who was whitened by Huo Beixiao's words with a handsome face.

Life is like this, you sing and I appear. If you can't do it, just go away, there are more people than you can. Everyone wants to get a little bit of food on this plate, but the cake is always only one piece, depending on whether you are fast enough.

Lao Liu's car came up from the garage and stopped in front of Huo Beixiao, the door opened, Huo Beixiao and his party got into the car without looking back, and left without any nostalgia.

"These media are annoying!" Murong An took out the makeup mirror, retouched the sweaty parts of himself because of the crowd, and took the time to say, "Brother Xiao, what is the identity of the person you want us to pick up?" ”

Huo Beixiao leaned on the back of the business chair, his fingers on the tiny coffee table and knocked regularly, and when he heard the words, there was a trace of hesitation on his face.

"Brother Xiao?" Murong An couldn't get a reply, so he couldn't help but stop his movements and looked over.

Huo Beixiao's face was expressionless, his Adam's apple moved, and he said, "Yes...... The new president of Huo's Group. ”

As soon as the words fell, the makeup mirror in Murong An's hand popped and fell under the seat.

Assistant Yang's expression was relatively calm, just glanced at Huo Beixiao, and leaned down to pick up the makeup mirror for Murong An with a very gentlemanly demeanor.

The car headed west along Nguyen Thanh Highway and finally stopped in front of the head office of the Bank of China in Nguyen Thanh.

Huo Beixiao was the first to get out of the car, Assistant Yang sorted out the documents at hand, nodded at Murong An, and also got out of the car.

When the two turned to leave, Lao Liu started the car again, turned around, and drove Murong An towards the airport in the south.

At the airport, a man in a floral shirt with smeared hair sat impatiently in a waiting chair, with two huge suitcases at his hands.

He buried his head, ignoring the endless crowd of people coming and going, and kept frowning and looking at his phone.

His face had a hint of foreigner fortitude, with a high nose and deep eye sockets, and he was a very pleasing appearance, but his eyes had revealed obvious impatience.

Watching the people around him being picked up by relatives and friends one by one, the impatience on his face became even more obvious.

"Are you...... Mr. Huo Jingchen? ”

With a beautiful voice, a pair of black high heels stopped in front of him.

Following the sound upwards, Huo Jingchen unexpectedly saw a carefully processed face.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Murong An with a little interest, and nodded: "Who is a beauty?" ”

Hearing the other party's promise, Murong An's face, which was still with a hint of cautious tentativeness, suddenly relaxed, she smiled, and stretched out her hand towards Huo Jingchen: "Hello, Mr. Huo, my name is Murong An, and I am Huo Beixiao's personal secretary. It was the fourth master who asked me to pick you up. Welcome to China. ”

"Fourth master? You call him that? ”

Huo Jingchen's eyes stared directly at the hand in front of him, but he didn't get up......

Murong An's fingers were slender and snow-white, and his ten fingernails were trimmed clean and round, and he did not do the most popular nail art at the moment.

She maintained this posture and didn't move, seeing that Huo Jingchen didn't move, she couldn't help but show a trace of embarrassment on her face: "Mr. Huo? ”

Huo Jingchen tugged at the corners of his mouth, but finally held Murong An's hand with a smile, stood up, and said seemingly casually: "It seems that our Huo family's business in China is indeed much better than that of New York, and Huo Beixiao doesn't even have time to pick up my brother." ”

Brother?

Murong An banged in his head......

The new president again, and the elder brother again?

When did the Huo family have a second son? Why did Huo Beixiao never say it?