Just when reporters thought Qiao Yu was coming, his mobile phone rang.

Then they saw a more amazing scene. This man, who has always been known for his unsmiling and ruthless hegemony, began to answer the phone. The cold on his face was melted by the sun. He laughed and didn't make it public, but the tenderness of his eyes couldn't be hidden.

What the hell, is this showing love?!

Qiao Yu hung up the phone and walked directly towards the gate of the group. The indifference that had gone away was instantly agglutinated.

Reporter's question instant smashed come over, full of gossip, the whole prosperous age group outside noisy, but also can only time noisy, because they can't near Qiao Yu's body.

Qiao Yu doesn't look at these reporters, and goes directly towards the gate.

Suddenly a female reporter took advantage of security did not pay attention to drill through the cordon, rushed to Qiao Yu in front.

"Mr. Qiao, is it really your son in the photo on the Internet?" The female reporter looked at the emperor in front of her bravely.

If someone can rush through, other people will naturally want to. After all, the news value is out of print in the entertainment industry, and everyone wants to get it.

However, the security force of Shengshi group is too strong, and the rest of the reporters can't rush through, so they have to give up. Looking at the female reporter in front of Qiao Yu and the two security guards walking towards him, the rest of the people's hearts are instantly balanced, and they even gloat. They are also thrown out of their lives, which is worse than them.

But unexpectedly, the two security guards not only did not move forward, but also wanted to step back, and the female reporter was not thrown out.

The female reporter looked at Qiao Yu with trepidation and asked: "President Qiao..."

"Well." Qiao Yu looked at the female reporter in front of him and said indifferently: "he is my son!"

My God, Joe answered the question! The female reporter almost screamed. She covered her mouth and widened her eyes. Obviously, she couldn't believe the current picture.

And the reporter outside although didn't hear Qiao Yu say what, but see the expression of that female reporter, their in the mind straight dozen suddenly.

The female reporter looked at the cold man in front of her and tried to ignore the oppression. She continued to ask, "did Joe always get married five years ago?"

"Are you saying my son is illegitimate?" Qiao Yu's eyes narrowed, and a touch of dangerous color flashed across his eyes.

"No, no, I mean you and Mrs. Joe have been married for five years. Congratulations, and such a lovely son," she said

"Thank you." Qiao Yu light voice says.

Seeing that Qiao Yu's attitude was cooperative, the female reporter boldly asked, "now netizens are curious about the identity of Mrs. Qiao. Mr. Qiao, can you tell us the identity of Mrs. Qiao?"

The scene was quiet, and the rest of the reporters heard clearly, looking at Qiao Yu completely, waiting for his answer.

When Qiao Yu heard this, his face sank. He looked at the reporter and said coldly, "do you mean Mrs. Qiao's identity is not enough for my wife?"

"No, no, Mr. Joe, you misunderstood. Mrs. Joe is enough." The female reporter said in a hurry.

Qiao Yu looked at the female reporter indifferently and said: "everyone has their own private life. Please don't put too much energy on me and my wife. I love my wife very much and don't want her to be unhappy." Then he went straight ahead.

Looking at the left back, the reporters were shocked. Damn, Joe just said something.

I love my wife very much. It's a confession!

To say that Mrs. Qiao must have been a smoker on her ancestral grave. She married the president of Shengshi and gave birth to a son. The key is "I love my wife very much."

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