Young Master Xing's Pillow Wife

The unprecedented popularity made Ling Xiaorou suddenly become a celebrity, of course, a celebrity of negative news.

Ling Xiaorou deliberately changed into a rigorous and neat black suit for women, escorted by bodyguards, and appeared at the gate on one side of the venue with a pair of sunglasses.

All the reporters in the hall looked in her direction, and even a bunch of reporters couldn't help rushing over, slapping her face hard.

A reporter directly put the microphone in front of her, straight to the point with a sharp tone, without the slightest hint of indirection, "Miss Ling, who is the man who was in and out of the hotel with you last night?"

Ling Xiaorou frowned, looked at the reporter through the sunglasses, and glared.

The security guards protected Ling Xiaorou and walked in the middle, which had already blocked the approaching reporters.

The reporters couldn't see Ling Xiaorou's expression through the sunglasses, and they clung to her more and more like flies, "Miss Ling, please tell me!"

"I heard that man is the rich second generation of a certain company, isn't it?"

"Miss Ling, what did you and that person do in the hotel?"

Before anyone stepped onto the stage, questions one after another came at Ling Xiaorou like a machine gun.

Ling Xiaorou forced herself to endure, clutching the clutch bag in front of her, her feet in high heels, and slowly stepped up the steps.

She turned around and looked at the reporters and media workers under the light of the crystal chandelier in the hotel lobby. It was impossible not to feel nervous.

"The purpose of my press conference today is to tell everyone that the photos that surfaced on the Internet this morning are true, but things are not what they described."

As soon as her words fell, there was a commotion below, and discussions started immediately.

"Miss Ling, please tell us, who is this person?"

"From that photo, there is skin-to-skin contact between you and that man, and the behavior is quite ambiguous."

"And the time when you went out was filmed. It took about five or six hours from the time you went in to the time you came out. For such a long period of time, the lonely man and widow lived in the hotel room. What is the relationship between you?"

The spotlight flashed non-stop, almost dazzled Ling Xiaorou's eyes.

If it was normal, Ling Xiaorou would have been angry a long time ago, but not today, she has to rely on the reporter to help her clarify, otherwise she can only be named as a prostitute.

She tried hard to maintain a smile on her face, and the muscles at the corners of her mouth were quite stiff. After she nodded to the reporters asking questions below, she explained: "The man you saw is my friend, because I was drinking Drunk, he just dropped me off."

This set of rhetoric, when she went home and changed her clothes, she had already drafted it.

"Send you off by the way, did it take five or six hours? Miss Ling, are you being fooled by us?"

A reporter wearing a peaked cap looked at Ling Xiaorou with a mocking smile on his lips.

Ling Xiaorou's face turned pale, and she managed to calm down before speaking, trying her best to make her explanation sound perfect without any loopholes.

"I was drunk at the time, vomiting in a daze and feeling uncomfortable all the time, probably he stayed here to take care of me."

It seems that there is no questionable answer, but the reporters below are all elites who have been in and out of society for many years, so how could they believe what she said so easily!

"Miss Ling, we think you are avoiding our questions. What happened to you during this period of time?"

The reporter's questions kept coming.

"Among friends, what do you think you can do?"

Ling Xiaorou was choked up by them, and asked in a bad tone.

The reporters came here with a purpose in mind, thinking to dig out some other information from it, which could become a news hot spot and attract attention.

This will swarm even more, almost overwhelming the front desk.

The security guards immediately stepped forward and blocked Ling Xiaorou's surroundings, preventing the reporters from approaching.

"Miss Ling, could you please explain? What kind of friendship is it?"

"I heard that you didn't leave until eight or nine in the morning. Was it because you were afraid of being photographed by reporters that you left one after the other?"

"Who is your mystery man?"

No matter how Ling Xiaorou responded, they were completely obliterated by the reporters' questions.

The scene was in chaos, Ling Xiaorou had no choice but to leave the hotel venue quickly under the cover of the security guards.

There were still a bunch of reporters chasing after her, and they took pictures of her distressed appearance.

Originally, Ling Xiaorou was wearing a lady's suit, neat and dashing, but now she was dragged. The buttons of the suit were inadvertently pulled open, her clothes were disheveled, her hair was ripped off by someone, and she grinned in pain.

Just like this, all the pictures were taken upright.

She quickly hid in the car and closed the car door. The reporters kept banging on the car door, holding up the microphone, pressing their faces against the car window, and yelling.

Ling Xiaorou's face was ugly and she urged the driver: "Go!"

The car drove away from the hotel quickly, leaving all the reporters behind, and she felt a little quieter.

However, instead of being resolved, the matter became more serious.

She propped her head on her hands with a headache, and leaned against the car window, looking at the constantly receding scenery, her mind was full of Su Luobai's proud face.

The hatred in her heart was like a raging tide, and a single wave drowned all her rationality.

Then, the overwhelming water covered her whole body.

How could she swallow this breath, her fingers clenched into fists, and she punched the glass of the car, burning with hatred like fire.

The driver sitting in front was so frightened that he didn't dare to lift his head. He sat upright and looked straight ahead at the road ahead, but felt uneasy.

Not knowing what happened behind him, he sneaked a peek into the rearview mirror, and quickly retracted in fright.

Ling Xiaorou's mobile phone in her bag kept beeping and vibrating.

She took it out irritably, turned on the screen, and knew without looking at it. It was all about what she said at the press conference in the hotel just now, and it deviated completely in the opposite direction.

All kinds of ugly words filled her entire Weibo.

She scrolled down one by one, her hand holding the phone was shaking with anger.

Just when her anger was reaching its peak, Xu Yi's phone call came in.

"Mr. Xu, is there anything you can do to help me? I'm so devastated now that I have nothing to do."

At this time, Ling Xiaorou saw Xu Yi, as if seeing a life-saving straw, her tone was almost pleading.

"That's why I called you."

Xu Yi on the other end of the phone was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning aside, with his eyes downcast, playing with the lighter in his hand, and said casually.

"Say it quickly! You helped me this time, and I will definitely remember it."

Ling Xiaorou was desperate, so she could only put all her hopes on Xu Yi.

"Look for Qu Yun, general manager of the Xing Group branch, and I'll send her number to your phone."

On the other end, the lighter was turned on and off with a crisp sound.