Drifting Towards You

After a moment of silence, Su Xiangwan slowly said: "My ideal partner is the kind of gentle and gentle, you don't need to be too handsome, but it must look clean and comfortable. It must be patient, gentle and mature. The feeling of being divided into books..."

As she spoke, Mu Beiting's vision grew colder.

Wenrun as jade?

Gentle?

Bookish?

Su Xiangwan was really thinking about it this time, and he didn't notice the increasingly cold gaze beside him.

The fat Zhou Chengxuan couldn't help but shudder, just hoping not to hurt Chi Yu.

Yuan Xue also looked at Su Xiangwan somewhat surprised.

After all, she knew everything about her and Mu Beiting.

But she didn't expect that, under such a full-fledged situation, she would not please her benefactor, but was really thinking about it.

"Also... Anything else?" the questioning boy stammered.

Su Xiangwan thought for a while again: "Well, I don't like those who are too deep in the city mansion and are scheming, nor do they like those who are too aggressive."

After the boy got the answer, he was content.

Seeing Su Xiangwan's eyes were shining, and inside were two pink hearts that anyone could see.

The boy boldly said: "I...I am a fan of you, I...I like you very much, I...Can I take a picture with you."

Su Xiangwan was startled, then smiled and nodded: "Okay, we will take a picture after the press conference is over."

The boy blushed for a moment before he sat down with his head down.

The host smiled and said: "There is one last chance to ask questions, this gentleman!"

The hostess chose a middle-aged man about forty years old. The man has a shrewd look and looks mature and steady.

"I would like to ask Mu Shao. Mu Shaoping never attended the artist's press conference. Why did Su Xiangwan's press conference appear today? Is there an improper relationship between you two."

Su Xiangwan was slightly startled, his fingers curled up a bit, a little nervous.

Turning his cheek to look at Mu Beiting, he could clearly notice that the air pressure around his body was very low and a little gloomy.

"I appear to represent the attitude of Dingsheng. Dingsheng and its actors will never allow or accept slander and slander from anyone, otherwise we will take up the weapon of law to fight to the end."

Mu Beiting's voice was very cold, with no ups and downs in the deep.

Everyone felt inexplicably that the temperature in the conference room was a bit lower, and it was chilling.

Film and television director Zhou Chengxuan was aside and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

fart!

Did you know that your diva was sprayed into **** yesterday?

Did you know that your actor was killed yesterday?

Do you know that your family's traffic florets and people's microblogs are torn up?

Your entertainment circle is almost catching up with the world war, and I don't see you.

Now that your heart has been hacked twice, you can't wait to wear your vest yourself to tear up the crowd to watch.

Are you embarrassed to put yourself in a high-sounding voice?

Zhou Chengxuan snorted coldly in his heart, a polite hypocrite!

The reporter who asked the question was obviously well prepared and immediately asked: "Is there an improper relationship between you and Su Xiangwan?"

As soon as this was said, the whole meeting room was instantly quiet, and the needle fell.

Everyone's eyes hovered back and forth between Su Xiangwan and Mu Beiting, trying to see something tricky.

Mu Beiting lowered his eyes slightly, his expression was faint, but he didn't answer immediately.

Su Xiangwan was on the sidelines, his heart tightened, his throat raised his throat, holding his breath and waiting for him to speak.

But the partiality, he seemed to be deliberate, it was a long silence.

Su Xiangwan anxiously twisted his thigh.

The man who had been silent finally had a reaction, raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyes were faint, and then he slowly picked up the microphone.