She didn't click in to read the news.

Aunt Zhou is still standing at the door, anxiously waiting for Lin Yiqian to make a decision.

Lin yishallow turned off the web page, his eyes flashed a sly light, and said to Aunt Zhou, "please come in and sit down, I'll change my clothes and come down."

Aunt Zhou wondered if she had heard it wrong. "I mean, let those reporters in?"

Lin yishallow nodded affirmatively, "yes."

She didn't speak any more. She turned and went into the bathroom to wash.

Take off your pajamas, change into a red dress, put on a light make-up as fast as you can, and then go downstairs.

More than a dozen reporters were sitting on the sofa with their cameras in the living room, looking forward to the stars and the moon.

Lin yishallow finally appeared. They got up and swarmed forward.

The camera lens is on her, flickering.

She stopped at the fourth staircase, one hand on the handrail and the other hand on her waist.

Put a pose at will, face the camera in a generous way, and bend your lips to smile.

In the reporter's lens, except for her, all the items lost their colors, and they even forgot why they came today.

It's more powerful and eye-catching than usual.

A posture maintained for a while, Lin Yi shallow raised the hand that crosses a waist, lifted the long hair that spreads to spread next.

The sleeveless V-neck dress, originally covered by the long hair in the chest, was pulled away, revealing the perfect collarbone, white and flawless skin.

The photographer with the camera on his shoulder is going to press his hands.

A shot a moment do not want to miss.

After lifting his hair, Lin yishallow held his chest in both hands and spoke softly, "I don't know what's the matter with you media friends coming to my home today?"

Very polite.

That's why the reporters remembered why they came.

Also just remember to be surprised, surprised Lin yishallow's attitude towards them, not only accept their interview, but also invite them to come in and sit down.

They have been in this industry for so long, and they are the first time to meet such friendly people.

As the saying goes, Lin yishallow's attitude of holding out his hand and not hitting the smiling face has made their questions convergent. I'm sorry to be so sharp.

"Mrs. Gu, Mr. Gu said that you are the master at home. Is that true?"

One of the young female journalists asked Lin yishallow politely.

This question is also what other journalists want to ask. Everyone is waiting quietly for Lin yishallow to answer.

It's not like being surrounded at the airport or on the road and asking questions.

It's like an interview.

Lin Yiqian smiles and shakes his head. "No, in fact, when he buys a house for me, he will let me use the labor force to pay for it, and all the things I buy, including my clothes and jewelry, are bought by my own money."

The reporter hears speech, one by one all feel inconceivable.

"It's impossible. How could Mr. Gu be so mean?"

Hundreds of billions of CEOs are willing to buy clothes and jewelry for their wives?

Lin Yi shrugs and says with a helpless smile: "in fact, everyone at home knows that I am driving a second-hand Mercedes Benz of more than 500000."

She drove 500000 Mercedes Benz, which had been disclosed on the Internet before, but was somehow suppressed later.

No one passed it on again, but these journalists who spent all day in the gossip pile must have heard the news.

"God, is it true that Mr. Gu said that he and Mrs. Gu live in harmony?"

Some reporters questioned the harmonious life of mindfulness in the award ceremony.