The only favorite at the tip of my heart: Mr. Huo, don't make trouble

Five years later.

Holding a bowl of hot instant noodles in his hand, Xue Lin leaned against his media company's car and sat down.

His assistant, Linda, was adjusting the newly purchased video camera, and his saliva was drooling when he smelled the aroma of instant noodles.

"Boss, just take care of yourself, we are still hungry."

The newly-bought camera was still a bit out of hand, Linda fiddled with the connecting spiral up and down, trying to adjust it to the most convenient angle for him.

Not far away, a young girl in formal attire was holding a microphone in her hand, and she was hiding in the back door of the media car with her hands and feet. On the microphone, there was a clear word RC Media.

There is an open space at the entrance, only fifty or sixty square meters, and it is full of all kinds of vehicles, from entertainment media to financial news, almost all the media in Ruan City are gathered in this square inch.

All of them had bright eyes, eagerly looking at the exit of the office building. There stood two tall security guards, staring at this group of uninvited guests.

Suddenly, the crowd in front suddenly became commotion.

The young girl stood up abruptly and waved to Linda: "Come out!"

Before Linda could react, Xue Lin stood up flexibly and wiped the corners of his mouth that were still stained with oil. The wind under his feet wiped past him the moment Linda raised his head.

He moved so fast that he brushed against the edge of the bowl of instant noodles that he threw on the ground. The bowl was still steaming, and all the instant noodles that hadn't been taken a few bites fell to the concrete floor.

In an instant, dozens of media, large and small, as if they had received some signal, sharpened their heads one by one, and swarmed towards the gates of the two security stations.

The originally strong and strong security guards were constantly pushed back by the huge media, and they almost couldn't stand firm. They pulled out the batons attached to their waists and waved them to intimidate the crazy reporters.

At this time, five or six people in neat suits came out from the elevator entrance of the office building.

The two leaders were wearing sunglasses and holding batons in their hands. They were obviously two well-trained bodyguards. They pushed away the crowd in front of them with extremely stern expressions on their faces.

Behind the two bodyguards stood a man and a woman.

The man is about 40 to [-] years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, carrying a black briefcase in his hand, with a just right smile on his face.

The woman is wearing a black slim dress, her permed curly hair is casually draped over one shoulder, revealing her exquisite left ear wearing a shiny diamond earring, she is stepping on a pair of [-]cm black high heels, her chin is slightly raised , looking serious and arrogant.

"Assistant Yang, have you considered the current situation?"

Murong An slightly lowered his voice and approached Assistant Yang.

The man twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and replied softly: "The Huo family successfully won the land on the Takahashi side in last week's bidding meeting. This will inevitably cause a sensation in the industry. This is just a small incident."

Murong An snorted coldly with disdain: "Then next time, do you think it's a big deal if Fourth Master gets stuck in the company and can't go back?"

The hair of the two of them parted as soon as they touched, and they finished what they wanted to say almost with a nod.

Two or three meters behind the two, a tall man came out of the elevator with big strides.

He was wearing a navy blue casual suit, and the white shirt inside was without a tie, and he loosened two buttons casually.He wore a pair of tea-brown sunglasses on his face. Under the sunglasses, a pair of wise and deep eyes quietly stared at the world.

He pressed his light lips tightly, and stopped a meter away from the revolving door.

"what happened?"

Assistant Yang hurriedly turned around and said respectfully, "Fourth Master, it's the media. Do you want to detour?"

Huo Beixiao took a deep breath, glanced at the bustling crowd outside the door, and said in a deep voice, "No need."

Before he finished speaking, he moved his feet and strode into the revolving door.

Seeing this, Murong An and Assistant Yang hurriedly urged the bodyguards in front to open a narrow path for them in the crowded crowd.

As soon as he got out of the revolving door, flashing lights lit up one after another all around, and many microphones with various media abbreviations were handed over straight.

"Hello, Mr. Huo, it is said that you snatched the land from Qiao's this time. It turns out that you and Qiao's relationship have always been good. This time, Qiao's bidding failed, will it affect your later cooperation?"

"Mr. Huo, could you please talk about the future direction of Gaoqiao Land?"

They were all ordinary questions, and Huo Beixiao picked a few irrelevant ones to answer. Amid the media's constant questioning, he kept walking until an unpleasant voice entered his ears.

"Mr. Huo, I heard that a few years ago, the woman you admired became the pillow of Qiao's heir. Is it because of this that you insisted on making things difficult for Qiao?"

Huo Beixiao paused, and finally stopped.

His sharp eyes glanced coldly at the questioner through the gap at the top of the sunglasses.

Xue Lin, who was holding an RC microphone in one hand and a small DV player in the other, was sweating profusely from the crowd, but even so, his feet were still stuck in place as if filled with lead, no matter how much others pushed him. Couldn't get close to him.

Looking back, the young female reporter and Linda had already been swept away by the flow of people.

Seeing Huo Beixiao looking at him, Xue Lin's expression suddenly became excited, thinking that Huo Beixiao's attention had been paid to his question, the microphone almost passed through the security guard and stabbed Huo Beixiao in the face.

Huo Beixiao raised his eyebrows with great interest, and said in a playful voice, "From Ruancheng TV station?"

The crowd fell silent immediately, and they immediately turned on the video or cameras, ready to record Huo Beixiao's every word and deed.

Xue Lin nodded hurriedly, looking at Huo Beixiao with eyes full of hope.

"Is your boss's name Jin Zhengxuan?"

Xue Lin was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly, feeling overjoyed in his heart.

Could it be that their boss has friendship with Huo Beixiao?I thought it was a tough job today, but could it be a ready-made good fruit?
Huo Beixiao ignored the joy on Xue Lin's face, lowered his head to straighten his white gloves, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Obviously he was surrounded in the middle of the crowd and couldn't move forward or retreat, but his movements and expressions were as self-satisfied as if he was attending a grand banquet.

On the other hand, Murong An and Assistant Yang were already a little impatient to be squeezed by the persistent crowd.

"Then..." Huo Beixiao finally raised his head and gave Xue Lin a look full of information.

Then he suddenly turned his head to look at Assistant Yang and said, "Tell Jin Zhengxuan that if I see this reporter in the future, he won't be able to get any valuable news from me."

The crowd was silent for a short time, and then they were completely buried by a new wave of questions.

No one had time to pay attention to that Xue Lin whose handsome face was made white by Huo Beixiao's words.

Life is like this, you sing and I come on stage.If you can't do it, just go away, there are many people who can do it better than you.Everyone wants to get some food on this plate, but there is always only one piece of cake, it depends on whether your speed is fast enough.

Lao Liu's car came up from the garage and stopped in front of Huo Beixiao. The door opened, and Huo Beixiao and his party got into the car without looking back, and left without hesitation.

"These media are so annoying!" Murong An took out the makeup mirror, reapplied makeup on the sweaty parts of himself due to the crowd, and took the time to say, "Brother Xiao, who is the identity of the person you want us to pick up?"

Huo Beixiao leaned on the back of the business chair, placed his fingers on the tiny coffee table and tapped regularly, he paused when he heard this, with a trace of hesitation on his face.

"Brother Xiao?" Murong An couldn't get a reply, so he couldn't help but stop and looked over.

Huo Beixiao's face was expressionless, his Adam's apple moved, and he said, "It's... the new president of the Huo Group."

As soon as the words were finished, the cosmetic mirror in Murong An's hand fell under the seat with a plop.

On the contrary, Assistant Yang's expression was relatively calm. He just glanced at Huo Beixiao, and then bent down to pick up the makeup mirror for Murong An in a gentlemanly manner.

The car went west along the Ruancheng Highway, and finally stopped in front of the head office of the Bank of China in Ruancheng.

Huo Beixiao got out of the car first, Assistant Yang sorted out the documents at hand, nodded to Murong An, and got out of the car too.

When the two turned to leave, Lao Liu started the car again, the car turned around, and drove Murong An towards the airport in the south at a fast speed.

At the airport, a man in a floral shirt with smudged hair sat impatiently on a waiting chair, with two huge suitcases in his hand.

He lowered his head, ignoring the constant stream of people coming and going, frowning all the while looking at his phone.

His face has the fortitude of a foreigner, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, which is a very pleasing appearance, but there is obvious impatience in his eyes.

Seeing the people around him being picked up by relatives and friends one by one, the impatience on his face became more obvious.

"Are you... Mr. Huo Jingchen?"

Accompanied by a pleasant voice, a pair of black high heels stopped in front of him.

Following the sound, Huo Jingchen saw a carefully processed face as no surprise.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Murong An with some interest, and nodded: "Who is the beauty?"

Hearing the other party's agreement, Murong An's cautious and probing face suddenly relaxed, she smiled, and stretched out her hand to Huo Jingchen: "Hello, Mr. Huo, my name is Murong An, and I am Huo Beixiao's personal friend." Secretary. Fourth Lord asked me to pick you up. Welcome to China."

"Fourth Master? You call him that?"

Huo Jingchen stared straight at the hand in front of him, but he didn't get up...

Murong An's fingers were long and white, and her ten fingernails were neatly trimmed and rounded, and she did not have the most popular manicures nowadays.

She kept this posture and didn't move. Seeing Huo Jingchen's delay, she couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment: "Mr. Huo?"

Huo Jingchen twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally held Murong An's hand with a smile, stood up, and said casually: "It seems that our Huo family's business in China is indeed bigger than that in New York. Huo Beixiao He didn't even have time to pick up my brother."

elder brother?

There was a bang in Murong An's head...

Another new president, another brother?
When did the Huo family have their second son?Why did Huo Beixiao never say it?