Your Miss Su is blackened

What Fu Moxing wanted to say in the proposal was over.

The lights on the scene came on one after another.

Countless spotlights hit them, and the sound of clicking shutters never stopped.

These are the "witnesses" that Shi Zheng proposes.

Seeing that she didn't say yes, everyone shouted in unison——

"Promise him! Promise him! Promise him..."

Over and over again, tirelessly.

Shi Zheng looked at Fu Moxing, bent his lips and smiled.

This is her tendency to talk.

Everyone at the scene quieted down cooperatively.

But Shi Zheng looked at the cameras, and asked in an unclear manner: "It seems that not all marriage proposals have to end with the heroine agreeing?"

For a time, the audience was in an uproar.

The reporters looked at each other in blank dismay, and the discussion of the guests was endless.

Shizheng heard a few words——

"What does she mean by that?"

"My God, you don't want to reject Mr. Fu's marriage proposal, do you? That's Mr. Fu?"

"Why doesn't Shizheng play the cards according to the routine? If he refuses, how ugly would Mr. Fu's face be?!"

"This is obviously a scene that people can't refuse?"

"That's right, such a big diamond ring, so many flowers, and the decoration of the scene must have cost a lot of money. Boss Fu loves her so much, why does she do so?"

"This is the first time I feel that female artists in the entertainment industry are so ignorant!"

"..."

Slowly, the discussion faded away.

Only then did Shi Zheng turn his attention to Fu Moxing who was kneeling in front of him on one knee.

There didn't seem to be much ups and downs on his face.

Accident?angry?Embarrassed?

nothing.

He was still the aloof president of Kyushu International, except for his gloomy face, nothing had changed.

Shi Zheng squatted down in front of him, and said with a half-smile: "President Fu, I'm really sorry, I don't like you, so I can't agree to your marriage proposal, we..."

She paused, observed his subtle facial expressions, and said the last three words: "Break up."

A coldness gradually appeared in Fu Moxing's eyes.

He kept kneeling on one knee until her words of apology without any regret fell, the man slowly raised his eyes and met her gaze: "Why?"

"because……"

Before Shizheng could say anything else, a reporter's voice rang out first: "Everyone, check Weibo, there are people blowing up Shizheng's news on the Internet!"

Everyone lowered their heads and flipped through their phones, and someone asked, "What did you say?"

"It is said that Shizheng has a four-year-old son, and...and..." The man hesitated, not knowing whether it was because of Fu Moxing's identity or something, and finally he didn't dare to say it.

Someone started discussing again——

"Son?! Whose son?!"

"Isn't Shizheng married?"

"Then still dating Mr. Fu? What is she?"

"..."

Probably out of consideration for Fu Moxing, their discussion gradually became quieter and then disappeared.

But the expressions of those people are absolutely wonderful.

Shi Zheng ignored everyone's reactions.

She looked down at Fu Moxing, and said indifferently: "Mr. Fu, get up, doesn't your knee hurt from kneeling like this?"

He put the rose in his hand on the ground.

When he stood up, the diamond ring box in his hand was also closed.

It is self-evident what this action represents.

Fu Moxing looked at her, and there seemed to be some ridiculous and absurd affection in his eyes: "Azheng, are you satisfied with the current result?"