Chapter 362 Ideal Type

The roots of her ears were getting redder and redder, and even the breath she exhaled was hot.

A few seconds later, Su Xiangwan looked away in a panic and bit his lips lightly.

How did it get on the collar.

how could be.

He lowered his eyes lightly, his mind was in a mess, and he couldn't calm down no matter what.

It must have been when she was sitting on the dressing table, he lowered his head to kiss her, and when she raised her head, the corner of her lips accidentally brushed against his neckline.

There was silence in the conference room, and all eyes were on Mu Beiting.

Su Xiangwan didn't look at him, but he was unspeakably nervous.

I'm afraid that a certain uncle will talk nonsense when he is unhappy.

A few seconds later, Mu Beiting spoke slowly, in a low voice: "I don't think men would paint this kind of thing."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the audience.

"Did I get it wrong? Does Young Master Mu mean to admit that he has a woman?"

"Ahhhhh! I really want to know which little bitch is it, I am so jealous that I explode!"

"There's nothing to make a fuss about. After all, Young Master Mu is a man, and he also has needs, okay?"

"That is, according to Mu Shao's identity and status, there are many women who throw themselves into his arms. It's not normal to have no women."

"No... I have to cry for two o'clock first, how can my husband find a woman! Ahhh, I'm dead!"

"Could it be Zhao Xinning's? Isn't Zhao Xinning his fiancée? But if it's Zhao Xinning's, why would he attend Su Xiangwan's press conference?"

"Could it be Su Xiangwan's?"

There were endless discussions below, and everyone instantly turned into Sherlock Holmes.

Su Xiangwan kept his ears pricked up, his nerves tensed.

Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, she was witty and changed her color number before going on stage.

The woman wanted to continue to ask something, but Zhou Chengxuan frowned, fearing that Mu Beiting would be displeased by the deep pawing, so he kept winking at the host.

The host immediately picked up the microphone and interrupted: "The last two questions are left, this handsome guy..."

Before the woman could speak again, the host interrupted.

Seeing that she has already asked the question, it is not easy for the woman to continue asking.

The reporter who was selected was a big boy in his twenties. The boy wore a pair of black-framed eyes and looked a little dazed.

After being called by name, the boy's cheeks turned red quickly, he looked at Su Xiangwan shyly, and stammered, "I...I...I."

The boy looked extremely nervous, but he opened his mouth for a long time but only said "I".

The reporters around couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and his leader reminded him in a low voice: "Ask Mu Beiting... Didn't you explain all the questions just now?"

The boy became more and more nervous, his eyes fell on Su Xiangwan, and he was a little incoherent.

The host said softly: "Don't worry, there is still time, you can speak slowly."

The boy swallowed his saliva and said after a while, "I... think I just want to ask Wanwan... what kind of man is your ideal partner."

As soon as he asked, there was a sigh of relief from the audience.

Everyone was pointing to the last chance to reveal something about Mu Beiting, but they didn't expect this stunned young man to ask such a bad question.

I'm so pissed off, which media idiot!

He opened his mouth a little shyly, and then quickly added: "You... It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

Su Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the lipstick matter could finally be turned over.

Then he looked at the dazed boy in front of him, he was really cute, and he looked probably not a few years older than himself.

"Well...the ideal type."

Su Xiangwan thought about it seriously, and a deep gaze fell on her along with everyone else, waiting for the answer.