Facing these indiscriminate questions, Su Wanqing didn't know how to answer. She just felt that her head was going to explode.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of brakes. A silver-gray car stopped beside a group of reporters. Several entertainment reporters were even hit and staggered, falling to the ground.
At this time, someone among the reporters said: "Oh my god, isn't this the second-largest Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom in the world, worth 1.55 billion?"
All reporters' eyes were fixed on that car, even Su Wanqing was no exception. Is there such a rich man in X city?
Even Luo Mingxuan couldn't afford to drive such a car. When he was in Italy, the Bugatti Veyron that Luo Xichen drove only cost RMB 80 million.
The entertainment reporters' interest in questioning Su Wanqing was immediately replaced by the car in front of them. They were eager to know who the owner of the car was.
At this moment, the car door opened. Huang, wearing a decent suit, got out of the car with an expressionless face. He walked up to Su Wanqing expressionlessly and looked at her steadily with his obsidian eyes.
"Mr. Huang?" She didn't expect that the owner of the car was actually him!
Su Wanqing remembered that when they met several times before, he was not driving this car.
She had always known that he was a rich man, and that unlike ordinary businessmen, he seemed to have great power, but she never imagined that he was so rich.
"Let's go, get in the car." After saying that, Huang grabbed Su Wanqing's slender wrist and pulled her into the 1.55 billion car that stunned countless people.
A reporter came to his senses and filmed the scene.
Suddenly, the news that Mechelle was pushed down the stairs became worthless in comparison.
After getting in the car, Su Wanqing hesitated several times, but she didn't know what topic to start with.
Talking about Mechelle?
Or talk about Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom?
Or, ask his mother the question directly?
No matter which one it was, Su Wanqing felt it was inappropriate.
"Just now...thank you for rescuing me."
In the end, she chose to say thank you. No matter what, it was his appearance that saved her.
"It should be." Huang looked straight ahead and controlled the steering wheel with both hands.
Su Wanqing felt a little ashamed and said: "Why should I? You have no obligation to help me. I will remember the favor I owe you."
Huang turned his head, his eyes as black as paint: "Who said I have no obligations?"
"Er?" Su Wanqing blinked in confusion, "I don't understand what you mean."
"Hoshino Huang exists to protect Izawa Saori."
His voice was still so cold and cold, but these words were spoken with sonorous force.
Su Wanqing's eyes suddenly opened wide, and the surprise in her heart was self-evident. This was the first time she heard his full name.
"Why?" She still didn't understand.
Huang turned his head, looked at her, and said calmly: "Has Aunt Jiuzi never told you that you have a fiancé who is married to your fingertips?"
"What did you say?!" Su Wanqing's eyes widened even more, and her voice rose several octaves, "Are you kidding me?"
Huang looked at her steadily, his eyes serious: "Do you think I am someone who can joke?"
No, absolutely not.
Don't be kidding, this ice cube can't even smile.
Su Wanqing couldn't hide the shock in her heart, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hands mingled together...
Facing these indiscriminate questions, Su Wanqing didn't know how to answer. She just felt that her head was going to explode.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of brakes. A silver-gray car stopped beside a group of reporters. Several entertainment reporters were even hit and staggered, falling to the ground.
At this time, someone among the reporters said: "Oh my god, isn't this the second-largest Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom in the world, worth 1.55 billion?"
All reporters' eyes were fixed on that car, even Su Wanqing was no exception. Is there such a rich man in X city?
Even Luo Mingxuan couldn't afford to drive such a car. When he was in Italy, the Bugatti Veyron that Luo Xichen drove only cost RMB 80 million.
The entertainment reporters' interest in questioning Su Wanqing was immediately replaced by the car in front of them. They were eager to know who the owner of the car was.
At this moment, the car door opened. Huang, wearing a decent suit, got out of the car with an expressionless face. He walked up to Su Wanqing expressionlessly and looked at her steadily with his obsidian eyes.
"Mr. Huang?" She didn't expect that the owner of the car was actually him!
Su Wanqing remembered that when they met several times before, he was not driving this car.
She had always known that he was a rich man, and that unlike ordinary businessmen, he seemed to have great power, but she never imagined that he was so rich.
"Let's go, get in the car." After saying that, Huang grabbed Su Wanqing's slender wrist and pulled her into the 1.55 billion car that stunned countless people.
A reporter came to his senses and filmed the scene.
Suddenly, the news that Mechelle was pushed down the stairs became worthless in comparison.
After getting in the car, Su Wanqing hesitated several times, but she didn't know what topic to start with.
Talking about Mechelle?
Or talk about Rolls-Royce Silver Phantom?
Or, ask his mother the question directly?
No matter which one it was, Su Wanqing felt it was inappropriate.
"Just now...thank you for rescuing me."
In the end, she chose to say thank you. No matter what, it was his appearance that saved her.
"It should be." Huang looked straight ahead and controlled the steering wheel with both hands.
Su Wanqing felt a little ashamed and said: "Why should I? You have no obligation to help me. I will remember the favor I owe you."
Huang turned his head, his eyes as black as paint: "Who said I have no obligations?"
"Er?" Su Wanqing blinked in confusion, "I don't understand what you mean."
"Hoshino Huang exists to protect Izawa Saori."
His voice was still so cold and cold, but these words were spoken with sonorous force.
Su Wanqing's eyes suddenly opened wide, and the surprise in her heart was self-evident. This was the first time she heard his full name.
"Why?" She still didn't understand.
Huang turned his head, looked at her, and said calmly: "Has Aunt Jiuzi never told you that you have a fiancé who is married to your fingertips?"
"What did you say?!" Su Wanqing's eyes widened even more, and her voice rose several octaves, "Are you kidding me?"
Huang looked at her steadily, his eyes serious: "Do you think I am someone who can joke?"
No, absolutely not.
Don't be kidding, this ice cube can't even smile.
Su Wanqing couldn't hide the shock in her heart, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hands mingled together.