Love her to the bone: Second married wife, don't run away

Murong Hong sat on the sofa by himself and smoked non-stop, his brows were furrowed. Although Wang Lin's proposal seemed to be an opportunity, in fact, if the company's fortunes turned around normally, Wang Lin would become the company's largest shareholder.

He frowned even more when he got here first, and his face became serious. If he wants to get more equity, it will take at least a year.

It was equivalent to at least one year's time that his company had to be surnamed Wang. Murong Hong threw the cigarette butt on the ground and lit a new one.

If I don't agree, the company may go downhill like this, and I will lose it forever.

He sighed, comparing it this way, of course it is more reliable to accept Wang Lin's help.

He stood up, ready to go for a walk outside, and sort out his emotions by the way.He stood up from the sofa and walked outside.

Walking along the road to the park and seeing all kinds of colorful flowers in full bloom, Murong Hong's mood finally improved, and he temporarily put his troubles behind him.

Suddenly a person ran over at a speed of [-] meters, and stopped beside him panting, "Mr. Murong Hong, please tell me about your future plans?"

Murong Hong's calm mood seemed to be suddenly stirred up, and his brows were tightly wrinkled, as if he had heard the words he least wanted to hear.

In fact, what the reporter said was not what he wanted to hear, "I don't understand what you mean, what do you mean by future plans?"

After listening to the reporter, the reporter explained, "Murong Company has gone bankrupt, and there is no news of its rescue, so in the future, do you plan to start a new company or work in someone else's company?"

Murong Hong felt uneasy for a while, the reporter really exaggerated enough, but he thought of something that he hadn't even thought about.

He frowned twice, and looked at the reporter, "I don't think about your long-term view now, and I will answer your question when I think about it."

The reporter immediately understood that Murong Hong didn't intend to answer this question.

"Then would you go to your ex-wife for help?" The reporter then asked a question, which obviously made Murong Hong feel unhappy even more.

"I have no such plan, nor do I do so, otherwise the company will not fail to improve." Murong Hong's voice is very calm, and decades of business wars have allowed him to face various things calmly.

The reporter asked more questions, but was rejected.

"Okay, let's stop here today, I still have to go to the park." Murong Hong finally got rid of the bankruptcy problem, and went out to relax by himself, but unexpectedly met a headache-inducing reporter.

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and walked forward. The words on both sides of the road were in full bloom, but Murong Hong was no longer in the mood to watch.

I don't know why the reporter's words are like a curse, playing over and over again in his mind. He really wants to forget those words quickly, but he can't control his brain.

He frowned, and he quickly walked through the middle of the park, came to the side of the road, sized up the taxi, and got in.

The driver saw Murong Hong from the front-view mirror, and suddenly felt something new, such a successful person that he could only see in newspapers before, was actually sitting in his car now.

"You are President Murong, right?" the driver chatted.

After hearing this, Murong Hong agreed, "I am, I didn't expect you to recognize me right away."

The driver shook his head, "It's not that I have good eyesight, the main reason is that you are so popular now, it's hard not to know each other."

When Murong Hong heard this, his heart stopped, what did the driver mean by this, "Why do you say that?"

The driver frowned twice, "Didn't you read the reports? You've been getting headlines these days."

A cold light flashed in Murong Hong's eyes, he never paid attention to what was reported.

Seeing him frowning in doubt, the driver delivered a newspaper beside him, "Look for yourself, you are the headline on the front page."

Murong Hong took the newspaper and read it. Sure enough, the front page was full of various reports and comments about himself.

He threw the newspaper aside impatiently, and frowned tightly. When he came out, he planned to relax, but unexpectedly, his mood became worse and worse.

He looked out the window, and pedestrians on the sidewalk outside looked over here from time to time, and those gazes seemed to be aimed at him.

Murong Hong frowned twice, "Hurry up, I'm going home right away."

After the driver heard it, he sighed, "I'm sorry, President Murong, I'm just an ordinary vehicle, not an airplane. I'm afraid it will take half an hour to get to your house."

Murong Hong had a serious face. It used to be only 10 minutes from the park to his home, but now it has been 10 minutes, and there is still half an hour left.

Murong Hong frowned, and an extremely cold light flashed in his eyes, "Could it be that the new road has been revised now?"

The driver shook his head, "You must have never taken a taxi home before, this car is slow, it can't compare to your luxury cars."

It was only when Murong Hong heard this that he suddenly realized that this was the reason.

The car stopped at the traffic light, and after waiting for 10 minutes, there was still no sign of moving. Murong Hong was anxious, and the time would not be wasted on the road.

The driver reached out and patted the steering wheel twice, frowning, "There was never any traffic jam on this road before, and I don't know why it suddenly became blocked today."

Murong Hong was also panicked in his heart, what's wrong with the situation, it turned out to be like this now.

After waiting for another 10 minutes, there was still no sign of moving. Murong Hong finally couldn't sit still. He got out of the car and walked to the side of the road.

A bunch of reporters came out of nowhere and walked towards Murong Hong, "President Murong, don't leave yet, can you accept the interview?"

Seeing that reporter Murong Hongjiu felt his head was getting bigger, he shook his head, stretched out his big hand and waved it twice, "Sorry, it's not convenient for me to be interviewed right now."

Even so, the reporter still did not intend to let him go, "Will the company show signs of improvement? What have you done to save the company?"

Murong Hong's ears were filled with all kinds of questions, her brows were wrinkled, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

He didn't want to say a word, "I haven't thought about how to save the company yet." He answered casually, dealing with reporters.

"Then will you always let the company go bankrupt? I heard that the business is your life's painstaking effort?"

Murong Hong nodded, yes, but so what, isn't he bankrupt now?

"You just divorced your second wife, and now the company has gone bankrupt. Do you plan to let people look at Feng Shui recently?"

The corners of Murong Hong's mouth twitched twice, he wasn't sure whether he would twitch if he continued.

"Mr. Murong, can you please answer?" The reporter urged again, and Murong Hong frowned. He had never seen so many reporters surrounding him when the company was in good condition, but now he is bankrupt and came to interview him. On the contrary, it has increased a lot.

"I don't want to answer now, please leave immediately." Murong Hong strode forward to the front of the road, he didn't want to stop, he just wanted to leave this place quickly.

The reporter chased after him, as if meeting an idol star at the airport.No matter how fast Murong Hong walked, after all, he was too old to stand up to the trotting of young reporters.

Surrounded by reporters, Murong Hong frowned tightly, no smile could be seen on his face, and there was a cold light in his eyes, as if his heart had been so angry that it had no temperature at that moment.

"I've already said that I don't want to answer any questions now. Why do you still surround me like this? If this continues, I will call the police." Murong Hong's voice was extremely serious, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.

The reporters didn't seem to hear it, and they kept asking questions. Perhaps in their view, even if the police really came, it would take time.

It would be better to ask a few more questions while taking advantage of the time, Murong Hong's face darkened, he thought that if he said a word, the reporters would leave as quickly as before.

Murong Hong's ears were continuously questioned by the reporter's questions, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

If he didn't answer, the reporters would keep asking questions. He looked at the traffic jams on the road like a long queue. Except for the helicopter coming now, otherwise it was impossible for him to leave immediately.

In desperation, he had no choice but to choose to answer the question, wanting to stop the quarrel in this way.

After answering for an hour, he felt smoke coming from his throat.But the reporters were still asking questions excitedly, as if they were perpetual motion machines standing in front of them.

Murong Hong frowned tightly. He never thought that he could answer so many questions in one go. He thought that when he was questioned by reporters before, he could only answer two questions at most.

I don't know when the wind picked up, the temperature dropped suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was going to rain soon.

Murong Hong raised his head to look at the sky, and his mood became more depressed. It was going to rain soon, but he was stuck in the road, and there was no place to take shelter from the rain.

"I have something very important to go back now, so don't ask any more questions." He yelled at the top of his voice, who knew that this voice did not fade the reporter, but instead caused heavy rain.

The crackling rain fell on the ground, like a rushing and crazy piano piece.

Murong Hong was soon soaked all over his body, his brows furrowed tightly, and he stretched out his hand to push away the reporters beside him, once or twice, thinking that there were too many reporters surrounding him, and he couldn't push them away at all.

He could only stand in the rain and let the rain wash away. After 10 minutes, the reporters finally dispersed, and he was able to get away and walked along the road to his house.

It was already late when he got home, he took a hot bath shaking all over, and then changed into clean clothes.

Sitting on the sofa, he turned on the TV in boredom, and when he saw the picture on it, he couldn't help opening his mouth wide in surprise.

Wasn't he the one who was walking on the road in a panic on the screen? He snorted angrily, and he didn't know who it was, so it was broadcast on the TV so quickly.

Murong Hong was suddenly annoyed when he saw his unsightly image.