The Leftover Woman’s Big Marriage, the CEO’s Favorite Darling

Pei Sanshao trusts you so much, are you moved? "Miss Lin, what do you have to say about Ms. Anfield accusing you of getting involved in her marriage? Is it true?"

"Miss Lin, Ms. Anfeel has a picture of you and her husband coming out in pairs. What is your explanation?"

"Will you leave Yangcheng in a hurry, is it related to this matter?"

"..."

Lin Xihe stood quietly, without responding and escaping. In fact, those reporters did not allow her to escape at all. Faced with these flashes, every word and every move of her may be misinterpreted. It is best not to act rashly until she has a brilliant solution.

The only good news is that Anfield is not on the scene, otherwise the situation will be even more chaotic and give these reporters the opportunity to distort everything.

Lin Xihe bought the latest flight. According to the current situation, she may be missing the plane.

"Miss Lin, it is rumored that you are in contact with Pei Sanheng, Pei Yiheng. Does he know this?"

Lin Xihe smiled helplessly in her heart. When did she get in touch with Pei Yiheng?

At this moment, a low magnetic voice came in. "Isn't it better to ask me this question?"

"It's Pei Sanshao!" The reporter immediately turned his head to find the source of the voice. Soon, the reporters gave way.

With a suitcase in one hand and a hand in his pocket, the man with a relaxed posture and full of scoop is the actor in the reporter's mouth-Pei Yiheng!

Lin Xihe raised his hand and touched his forehead. Yes, this time I jumped to the Yellow River and could n’t wash it!

However, the reporter's microphone poked at Pei Yiheng. There is no response from Lin Xi and here, and perhaps some good material can be dug from Pei Yiheng.

"Pei Sanshao, you said just now that you know that Miss Lin is involved in the marriage of others, so what do you have to say?"

Pei Yiheng swept the reporters' faces, then smiled and said, "I believe her. She is not that kind of person. And on her terms, how many young talents in Yangcheng want to marry her, don't they?"

"But Ms. Anfeel has a picture of Miss Lin with her husband. Is this iron proof?"

Pei Yiheng looked at Lin Xihe and turned back to the camera. "In today's fascinating technology, it might not be a wonder to synthesize several photos?"

"However, through technical analysis, the photos did not show any traces of synthesis."

He suddenly turned his head and leaned slightly. "I clear my throat sideways like this. With your clever lens misalignment, is it like I am kissing this beautiful woman? As soon as this photo is reported tomorrow, do you have to ask when our marriage is scheduled?"

As soon as these words came out, all the reporters and photographers laughed.

"In this way, Pei Sanshao believes Miss Lin unconditionally? That rumor is that Pei Sanshao is in contact with Miss Lin, must it be true?"

Pei Yiheng raised his eyebrows. "This lady's logical reasoning ability is really extraordinary. I don't know who he is following?"

The reporter laughed again, but someone immediately pointed the microphone at Lin Xihe again. "Miss Lin, Pei Sanshao trusts you so much, are you moved?