"Young master, do you want to go back to Ye's house?"
After the meeting, Ye Xiuchen got into the car, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, and there was a feeling of fatigue that could not be hidden in his eyes.
"No, go back to the company."
"Young Master, you haven't had a good rest for three days. Do you want to go back to the night house to rest?"
"I said, no."
"Yes, young master."
The luxurious RV slid into the driveway, and Ye Xiuchen closed his eyes slightly tiredly and leaned on the back seat. When the car approached the Yeshi Building, his eyes unexpectedly glanced out the window and suddenly became stunned.
"parking!"
Musi stopped the car, and the next second, the car door was opened. Ye Xiuchen got out of the car, his pace was as rapid as he had never seen before.
"Lolo——"
He called a girl in a white T-shirt and jeans standing at the door of the fast food restaurant. The girl turned around and looked confused.
Ye Xiuchen's hand stretched out was so stiff in the air. She was not Luo Luo.
"Young master, Miss, she—"
"Don't mention her to me!"
Ye Xiuchen interrupted Musi coldly, and the latter opened his lips and said nothing after all.
This man's appearance is so eye-catching that he can be recognized by the crowd at a glance, not to mention that he is the president of the Yeshi International chaebol who calls the wind and rain.
Journalists who had been guarding outside the Yeshi Building immediately flocked to them.
"Mr. Ye, what do you think about Ling Mei getting married to President Nie?"
"Is this a sign of cooperation between Ye and Nie?"
"As we all know, the president of Nie is romantic, can Mr. Ye feel at ease to marry Ling Mei to him?"
“…”
"What did you say?"
Ye Xiuchen narrowed his eyes slightly, which was a sign of his anger. He stared at the reporter who asked the first question and approached him step by step.
"Say it again!"
This man is born with a domineering aura that makes people unable to look directly at. The surging reporter unconsciously gave up a way, leaving only the reporter behind.
The reporter was probably new, obviously very excited. He thought that the dignified President Ye had adopted his own question alone, so he repeated it excitedly.
"Mr. Ye, the wedding date of Ling Mei and President Nie is scheduled to be three days later, which is the fifteenth of this month. Can you please express your opinions on this marriage?"
The man stretched out his microphone, and the next second, the plastic microphone had already transformed in Ye Xiuchen's hand. He stood in front of him, like Satan from hell.
"If you say one more word, I will let you disappear from now on."
The man's eyes reflected the man's ruthless black eyes, and the huge panic made him forget what to react.
Sweeping cold eyes, no one of the reporters present dared to speak anymore, and their slender and powerful legs passed through the crowd, not entering the Yeshi Building, but returned to the car. The sound of the engine was activated, and the car was like an arrow that was off the string.