A sudden commotion broke out at the crowded airport exit.
Upon seeing the group of three walking out of the airport exit, the reporters swarmed around them.
"Sir, was receiving the Northel International Award something you expected?"
"My lord, I heard that you are returning to China this time to develop your career here. Are you planning to establish your own research center?"
"My lord, your X-cell body has been successfully applied to medicine. I've heard that the X-cell body has a strong repair function for necrotic liver cancer cells. Does this mean that liver cancer has been successfully conquered?"
The man at the head walked in the middle, flanked by two assistants.
The man was tall and slender, wearing a custom-made white linen shirt and black trousers. The sleeves of his shirt were slightly rolled up, revealing a section of fair skin. He looked somewhat casual and languid.
When he walked out, he instantly caused the entire audience to scream.
His upright eyebrows furrowed slightly, then he lowered his eyes to hide the impatience in them.
Sensing his boss's imposing aura, Yuan You looked resentfully at the reporters who were surrounding him.
These domestic journalists are even more arrogant than secret agents.
He took such good precautions to keep it a secret, yet he still got caught red-handed.
He glanced furtively at his boss, then immediately pulled out his phone and dialed an emergency number.
Hopefully, it's not too late.
Surrounded by a group of reporters, the man's already indifferent expression grew even colder.
He impatiently tugged at his collar, his thin lips tightened, and, escorted by his assistant, strode quickly toward the airport exit.
"Sir, do you have a girlfriend?" A female reporter pushed through the crowd and suddenly rushed up to Gu Jueye.
Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked shyly at the handsome man before her, who was as refined as an immortal.
Gu Jueye was forced to stop and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Yuan You gasped. This female reporter was really going all out to attract Lord Jue's attention.
The lord stood there, silent for a few seconds.
His handsome face was slightly raised, his gaze passing through the crowd and looking towards a certain place in the distance.
Her beautiful eyes were somewhat mesmerizing, their color deep and even a little cold.
He frowned, seemingly lost in thought.
Today, all the reporters here are from top-tier TV stations. Even if second- or third-tier reporters had received word, they wouldn't dare to come and surround this man.
These journalists know the rules of this industry better than anyone else.
They know exactly who they can mess with and who they can't.
For someone of Sir Alex Ferguson's status and position, if it weren't for the hype surrounding the Nobel Prize, who would dare to really mess with him?
So, although they appeared to be surrounding Sir Alex Ferguson in the center, all the reporters actually kept a safe distance of three steps from him. When Sir Alex walked forward, they could only jog to follow and interview him.
This female reporter was the first fearless obstacle in their path.
Just when everyone was holding their breath for the female reporter.
A deep, melodious voice, as pleasant as a cello, drifted over.
"No."
The female reporter's eyes suddenly lit up, her face filled with flattery and surprise.
The lord actually answered her question?
Despite repeated questioning from numerous television reporters, Sir Alex Ferguson remained silent.
But he only replied to her?
Ahhh...
The female reporter's feigned composure was already a mask of rage, and her hands holding the microphone trembled slightly.
"What kind of girl does a perfect male god like Sir like you like?" the female reporter asked fearlessly.
The topic she asked was also the topic that all the reporters present wanted to ask.
However, apart from the tough female reporter, everyone else was willing but lacked the courage.
If Sir Alex Ferguson really answers this question, it could be a fatal one that could crash Weibo.
A dark current flashed in Gu Jueye's slightly lowered eyes, and his narrow phoenix eyes became even more indifferent.
"You troublemaker!" That little devil who's always causing trouble and courting death!
Female reporter: "...Hehehe, Sir, you're so humorous. How could a girl like this possibly catch your eye?"
The female reporter assumed that Sir Alex Ferguson was making a lame joke on purpose and presumptuously tried to smooth things over.
Gu Jueye glanced at the female reporter with a cold look in his eyes, his voice slightly icy.
"My ex-girlfriend."
The entire room fell into a deathly silence.
My ex-girlfriend!
My ex-girlfriend!
My ex-girlfriend!
Did you browse Weibo today?
The headline is "My Ex-Girlfriend".
Although Gu Jueye is not in the entertainment industry, it is already a miracle that such a god-like man can appear in public.
What's more, he even gave an interview and answered an extremely private question.
Therefore, 27 out of the 50 trending topics on Weibo were about Gu Jueye.
"Ex-girlfriend", "drama queen", and "norsl" have also become trending search terms today.
Netizens are discussing
"Ah, Gu Jueye's ex-girlfriend? What kind of person is that! I really want to be his ex-girlfriend, sob sob..."
"Judging from the tone of your voice, Sir, it seems you still can't forget your ex-girlfriend. My God, did that woman save the galaxy?"
"Lord is so devoted! Such a perfect man, I wonder how many women would want to throw themselves at him, and he doesn't even have a girlfriend? And damn it, he's still hung up on his ex-girlfriend?"
"My lord, those who leave you are not worth cherishing. I want to sleep with you, I want to hug you, I want to have your babies..."
"Didn't you guys notice a detail? When Sir was talking about his ex-girlfriend, there was a grinding sound in his teeth. Although it was very quiet, I heard it. It's at 1 minute and 49 seconds. All you Sherlock Holmeses, go check it out."
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