Sir, don't be too bad

"Does Mr. Si Mo love Miss Chu Yasi?" A clear and clean female voice came from the back row.

Her question was so abrupt that many people immediately turned their heads to look for the owner of the voice when they heard it.

Is this person here to find fault?

Who would ask someone this kind of question when they announced their engagement?

When Simo heard this voice, he suddenly raised his head and looked back in disbelief.

Did he hear it right?

She actually came! ! !

The shy smile on Chu Yasi's face disappeared in an instant, her hands were tightly clenched together, and her eyes shot like swords at the tall slender woman standing behind the crowd.

Under the search of the crowd, the woman who asked the question slowly walked in front of them.

She was wearing a camel coat and a black scarf, her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her legs were black lettering, and she was wearing a pair of black short boots. She looked full of aura.

Unfortunately, she wears a mask on her face and cannot see her facial features clearly.

But judging by those clear, bright eyes that were looking forward, this woman was definitely a beauty.

Under everyone's gaze, Xia Yiwan slowly walked to a place less than two meters away from the rostrum.

"Mr. Si hasn't answered my question yet."

When Xia Yiwan was speaking, her bright eyes were fixed on Simo.

This man, who kissed her two days ago, got engaged to Chu Yasi in the blink of an eye.

It's fine if I don't give her an explanation, and she doesn't answer the phone calls.

Is Simo playing Sichuan opera to change his face with her?

Seeing Xia Yiwan's aggressive look, Si Mofei pursed his thin lips, and stared at her with his dark starry eyes, but did not say a word.

Everyone suddenly felt that the situation was a little weird.

At the critical moment, the host came to the rescue.

"Hehe, miss, your question is a bit too simple. The president is naturally engaged to Miss Ai Chu because of her."

"I'm asking about Simo, not you." Xia Yiwan pushed back unceremoniously.

She admitted that it was impulsive to come here.

But she couldn't swallow this breath if she was to accept everything as if nothing had happened.

Simo said, tell her not to be wronged, not to bear it?

Then she can't bear it anymore!

The host was immediately embarrassed.

And those who were shooting wildly at Si Mo and Chu Yasi all turned their cameras on Xia Yiwan.

From the woman's tone of voice, they smelled gossip.

I've seen too much of the rich version of Zhen Huan's biography, but it's still relatively new to tear it up in front of the public.

Except for the click of taking pictures, the audience was silent.

The host looked at Simo as if asking for help, but Simo just stared at Xia Yiwan tightly without making any move.

"Brother Mo." Chu Yasi gently tugged at the corner of Simo's clothes, raised her eyes to look at Simo, and bit her lips slightly: "This lady is so rude, why don't you ask someone to invite her out?"

She looked pitiful, her eyes were watery, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Si Mo withdrew his gaze from Xia Yiwan, and looked at Chu Yasi, his eyes were burning but as cold as iron.

When meeting the man's cold gaze, Chu Yasi shuddered.

Then she sighed softly, lowered her voice and said, "Brother Mo, grandpa is also watching the press conference..."

Just when the reporters in the audience felt that the atmosphere between Si Mo and Chu Yasi was a bit weird, they saw Si Mo's tall figure standing up slowly.