Chapter 1007

" Gu Xiao looked up at Lin Xiaoru, listening to her plan with great interest. 。Lin Xiaoru, seeing Gu Xiao's affirmation, immediately detailed her plan. 。The more Gu Xiao listened, the more he felt a...B city Gaochang Airport is overcrowded.

The azure sky, and a gentle June breeze rustling through the trees by the road.

Lin Momo stood at the airport entrance, under the scorching sun. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her cheap white shirt was soaked through.

Her white canvas shoes, washed so bright they shone in the sunlight, were a beacon amidst the bustling crowds at the airport. Lin Momo clutched her camera tightly, her gaze darting back and forth nervously. Her clear, almond-shaped eyes brimmed with anxious anticipation.

She was surrounded by paparazzi, all with cameras in hand, their brows furrowed and expressions anxious.

She has been squatting for three hours, if she doesn't get a shot of Tang Yun today, the editor-in-chief will kill her!

Lin Momo has always been calm and collected. When it comes to patience, no paparazzi can compare to her.

Another half hour passed, and a commotion arose in the airport.

A tall woman in a scarlet fitted lace dress appeared at the airport entrance. She had scarlet sexy lips, a delicate and exquisite face, and a pair of black sunglasses perched on her upturned nose.

Lin Momo's eyes lit up instantly. She quickly raised the camera in her hand, found a hiding place, and posed herself to take a sneak shot.

This woman is the hottest young actress right now. She rose to fame quickly with a palace drama, and is now incredibly popular.

Today, Lin Momo's mission is to capture Tang Yun appearing at the airport.

Tang Yun was surrounded by three men in black who acted as her bodyguards, never leaving her side for a moment. Tang Yun walked at the front, her head held high and chest puffed out like a queen, wearing high heels that made her appear even taller.

"Being popular really makes a difference!" Lin Momo muttered to herself.

As soon as she spoke, a commotion suddenly erupted behind her.

A group of reporters with cameras in hand chased after a black Lamborghini.

A low-key black luxury car, a familiar license plate number, Lin Momo was taken aback. The hand that was about to press the shutter froze instantly.

Is it him

A Lamborghini sat steadily at the airport entrance, journalists swarming the front of the car, snapping pictures frantically and shouting, "Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu..."

"Mr. Gu, please come out!"

"......"

A man sat in the back seat of the car, wearing a silver-gray suit and a red and black striped tie. He lowered his head, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the notebook on his thigh.

The car was eerily silent! Only the faint tapping of a laptop keyboard could be heard.

Shen Qing in the driver's seat was getting a little restless. He glanced at the rearview mirror and muttered, "President, there are reporters everywhere outside. What should we do"

Shen Qing didn't dare to ask loudly, her voice was basically stuck in her throat.

After a long while, the man's lips twitched upwards slightly. He retracted his hands from the keyboard, his fingers crossed together. The laptop screen displayed the stock market of the Disciplinary Group.

The stock market is trending upwards.

"Good!" A clear voice, slightly hoarse.

"Mr. Gu, what did you say" Shen Qing asked in confusion.

With a snap, the laptop was closed. Gu Yichen lazily crossed his legs, leaning back against the leather chair, revealing his cold and handsome features.

The car window was still being pounded. The man lightly raised his sword eyebrows, his tea-colored pupils full of coldness. He tapped his knee with one hand casually.

These reporters arrived just in time.

Gu Yihan's eyes shifted, his thin lips curled into an evil smirk, and he coldly said: "Get out of the car!"

Shen Qing was stunned for a moment. Under the man's cold and indifferent gaze, she respectfully nodded her head. She turned to face the reporters by the car window, swallowing nervously.

He was not afraid of anything, only reporters. These entertainment reporters, in Shen Qingyan's eyes, were like devils who would eat people and spit out their bones.

But sometimes, a journalist can be a good thing.

The car door opened, Gu Yichen got out of the car. His tailored suit accentuated his tall and straight figure. The flash of the camera constantly flickered on his face.

The reporters, as if injected with chicken blood, jostled and scrambled forward to be the first to report, turning the scene into a chaotic mess.

Lin Momo was on the far right. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her camera dropping from her grasp. Her face had paled.

It's him, it really is him!

Gu Yichen, the CEO of Fengji Group, is a financial genius who sits at the top of the food chain. He is also the husband of Lin Momo, who has been married for a year.

But no one ever knows.ual. Just at the main entrance, tourists came and went constantly. Peddlers walked around with all sorts of colorful balloons, and children who came and went always clung tightly to their parents' han...