Wealthy Flash Marriage: The BOSS Goddess Is Too Difficult

Tang Xiangnuan returned to Ling Mo's side, and Ling Mo had a panoramic view of everything just now.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why didn't you say you were his wife, and then drive them all away?"

"If I really do this, I will be the headline of every section tomorrow." She didn't want to be popular so soon and be hit by someone.

Because Ling Mo is different, Ling Mo has just come back and her reputation in the capital is not that great, so she can do whatever she wants.

As for Nan Yichen, he is a celebrity in the capital, any news about him will cause a sensation in the entire capital.

"Okay, let's go home." Tang Xiangnuan didn't want to stay any longer, and he might meet some paparazzi hiding here later.

Tang Xiangnuan thought so in his heart, but he didn't expect her to be so bad.

She was accidentally pushed, and her whole body was unsteady and she fell backwards. Ling Mo quickly went to support her.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt a flash light flashing somewhere, professional habits, she is particularly sensitive to flash lights.

Tang Xiangnuan frowned. She had just eliminated some negative reports, and now she was photographed with an 'intimate photo' of Ling Mo.

"Ling Mo, we were secretly photographed."

Those in her line of work hate paparazzi the most.

Ling Mo also knew this very well, he frowned slightly, and immediately chased over there without saying a word.

The little reporter was fully armed, and because the place was too dark, he had to use flashlights, and it was precisely because of this that Tang Xiangnuan was vigilantly spotted.

The paparazzi also ran very fast, but he was not familiar with the terrain here, so he accidentally ran into a dead end.

Ling Mo followed behind unhurriedly, anyway, he was already in the urn, and he was not in a hurry.

"Give me the camera." Ling Mo waved his hand at him, intending to settle with him peacefully.

The paparazzi hugged their camera tightly, there was no room for negotiation.

"Hurry up." Ling Mo frowned, if it wasn't because this was the capital city, he would have beaten him up first and then grabbed him and smashed him up.

"This is mine, why should I give it to you?" The paparazzi pushed his glasses. Although he was a little scared, he still refused to give in.

Tang Xiangnuan, who arrived afterward, was panting and crossed her hips. She glanced at the paparazzi, her expression twitching, "Why are you again! Why are you staring at me so hard!"

Ling Mo gave her a strange look, "You know her?"

Tang Xiangnuan nodded, "In the year since I've been back, this guy has always clung to me, and every time he secretly takes pictures of me, he's always indispensable."

I don't know why, but this person just clung to her tightly.

"Give me the camera, and I'll return it to you after deleting the photo." Tang Xiangnuan tried to reconcile with him too.

With a face of swearing to the death, he firmly protected the camera, the camera is alive, and the camera is dead.

"What nonsense are you talking to him about? Well, we can only solve this matter in a rough way." Ling Mo stretched his shins, and was about to go up and give him some color.

Tang Xiangnuan grabbed his clothes from behind and dragged him back, "What are you doing? If you do this, I might be in the headlines again tomorrow."

"It's great to be on the headlines, it makes you so popular." Ling Mo didn't take it seriously, although he said so, he obediently stopped.

Tang Xiangnuan took a step closer, and the paparazzi took a step back, looking at her warily.

"I remember your name is Zhao Chuan, right?"

The paparazzi looked a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that she would remember his name.