Isn't it even in a hurry to the God of Wealth?

Oh, they were on the phone just now, and they really didn't seem to be in a hurry?

Hey, isn't the second master afraid of cuckolding?

Mu Xin looked at Sheng Xiang's products and what she knew about Sheng Xiang, all of them were very ordinary.

At half past eleven, she received a call from Xiang Xiuhan, who was already downstairs.

"I'm home, maybe not in the afternoon." Mu Xin picked up the bag and left, "You can go back too." ”

When Xie Fang heard this, he immediately became anxious, "That's it?" ”

Mu Xin nodded, "Well, Xiu Han is waiting for me downstairs." ”

When Xie Fang heard this, he hurriedly ran to the window and glanced downstairs, although it was very high, he could still see the towering heads downstairs.

"Sister Xin, there are still a lot of people downstairs, a lot of paparazzi, reporters, if you go down, you will be surrounded directly, you are going to give people away."

Xie Fang felt that she was about to cry.

Mu Xin squinted and smiled: "What are you afraid of, there is Xiang Xiuhan in front of you." ”

Xie Fang watched Mu Xin leave like this.

This is the first one, she worries about female celebrities, and she doesn't have to worry about it the most.

She has only been halfway to work, so she can go home from work and lie down?

She's here to be an assistant?

She felt like she was shedding.

Xiang Xiuhan parked the car downstairs, looked outside holding a camera, various probes probing his brain, and even some paparazzi reporters who were already live broadcasting, raised his sword eyebrows slightly.

He didn't even think about it, so he opened the car door generously.

When the paparazzi reporter saw him, his eyes lit up, but no one dared to step forward, and no one dared to shoot.

Even, they just glanced at it, and turned their heads as if nothing happened, as if they were looking at the scenery.

Xiang Xiuhan put his hand in his pocket, raised his head and glanced at them, "Aren't you reporters, paparazzi?" ”

Journalists and paparazzi: "......"

They are!

Very yes.

Xiang Xiuhan: "Is it in the end?" ”

tone, a little impatient.

The reporter and the paparazzi tried hard to point the camera at their feet, and the microphone was also down.

They weakly replied, "Yes." ”

"Don't want an interview?" Xiang Xiuhan raised his eyebrows and asked.

Journalists and paparazzi: "......"

Think!

They replied very loudly in their hearts.

But in reality, they didn't even dare to answer weakly.

Xiang Xiuhan raised his eyebrows: "If you don't want to visit, forget it, don't disturb me and Xinxin for a while, I will be very angry." ”

His tone, very serious, and a little polite?

The reporter and the paparazzi glanced at each other.

How do you listen to this, it seems that you want them to interview?

Although they had such thoughts in their hearts, they did not dare to step forward.

A somewhat bald paparazzi stepped forward, holding the microphone weakly, and didn't dare to step forward.

"May I ask Mr. Xiang, are you here to pick up Sister Mu?"

Let's ask tentatively first to see if this cold and noble Xiang God of Wealth will answer.

Xiang Xiuhan bowed his head, and at a glance, he saw that he was bald to the top of his shiny head, and he was cool: "It's too loud, I didn't hear it." ”

Bald immediately lit up his eyes, and he looked into the microphone, beckoning his peers to shoot at Xiang Xiuhan.

"May I ask if Mr. Xiang is here to pick up Sister Mu?"

Xiang Xiu replied coldly: "No." ”

"That ......"

Before Bald finished asking, Xiang Xiuhan took his microphone by himself, and looked at the microphone, with a straight voice, "I'll pick up my wife home." ”

Everyone: "......"

The sound was louder, almost louder than the trumpet.