The group of reporters were like flies seeing honey, with more than a dozen microphones on hand, raising their voices to ask questions.
"Mr.
Fang, do you really intend to divorce your current wife and marry Miss Zhao Meng?"
"Mr.
Fang, can you tell us when you plan to hold your wedding?
Will you choose to have a wedding banquet at home or go abroad?"
"Mr.
Fang, can you tell us why you wanted to bring Miss Zhao Meng here today?"
The next moment, a low and melodious male voice spoke, "Zhao Meng and I are here to dine at the French restaurant on the top floor.
Also, my wedding will be held in China.
As for the time, you will naturally know."
The noise started again, and reporters rushed to interview each other.
Li Xiaoyun, who was sitting in the cafe next to the lobby, had a buzzing in her ears, and her heart seemed to be torn to pieces by an invisible force.
Why did she still not want to believe the answer she heard from him, and still felt extreme pain for him?
She stared blankly at Fang Jinghao, who was surrounded by the media not far away, and caught a glimpse of the dazzling Zhao Meng, who was shyly snuggling in his arms, her beautiful face full of smiles, full of the color of happiness.
His choice will never be her.
Isn't this a fact that he has known for a long time?
She didn't want to think about it anymore, she didn't want to feel heartbroken anymore, she just wanted to escape blindly and love him with an ostrich mentality.
But now, everything was clearly laid out in front of her.
He and Zhao Meng will get married sooner or later.
Didn't he just say that their wedding will be held in China?
His wedding to the woman she hates most At this moment, a desperate fact appeared in front of her, a fact that she had never thought about carefully before, never thought about it far away, and only deliberately avoided it.
He will divorce her one day, and by then, she will have to leave.
"Xiaoyun, you look so pale.
What's going on?
Are you okay?"
Zhou Jue heard the interview clearly, and he was worried that Li Xiaoyun would be hit.
When Zhou Jue's caring words came, Li Xiaoyun came back to her senses and quickly looked away.
"I'm fine."
She smiled reluctantly and hurriedly picked up the cup in front of her to take a sip of coffee to cover up her guilty conscience.
She made a "squeak" sound.
She was in a daze and accidentally failed to hold the cup in her hand tightly.
As a result, there was something on the table.
The cups and plates were all smashed by the sliding cup.
"Be careful" Zhou Jue's reminder was still a step too late.
Li Xiaoyun herself was shocked, her face turned pale, hot coffee was spilled all over her body, and her skirt was stained.
The waiter hurried over to deal with it and asked: "Miss, are you okay?
Are you not burned?"
"Oops, Xiaoyun, your calves are all red."
Zhou Jue shouted worriedly.
"It's okay, I'm fine.
I was just careless."
She apologized to the service staff in a low voice, and was busy helping him clean up the mess.
Suddenly, a dark shadow enveloped the sky, and the air at the scene suddenly became tense.
"Brother Fang Fang" Zhou Jue had just taken a pack of tissues and was about to hand it to Li Xiaoyun, but he was startled by the inexplicable swarm of reporters and cameras as well as Fang Jinghao who walked up to the table.
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When Li Xiaoyun heard this, she raised her little face and met the man's meaningful black eyes, and there was a loud thud in her chest.
"Miss, what is your relationship with Mr.
Fang?"
"Miss, how long have you known Mr.
Fang?"
These reporters don't waste an opportunity to gossip.
"I don't know him."
Li Xiaoyun spat out the denial without thinking.
Fang Jinghao's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his thick eyebrows raised at the same time
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