Chapter 415

"What do you mean?" Zhan Feng's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Ke Feiyu is a strong man who wants to cry.

"Qian Chongxi is still alive! He's back in Jiangcheng. You've brought him to life! Dongli just called me and said qianchongxi asked me to meet and talk about things. I've already arrived at Dunhuang. I wanted to see what he looks like before I told you. But I'm nervous. I dare not go up. I suddenly miss Africa. "

Once bitten by a snake, he has been afraid of the well rope for ten years. What should he do if he wants to sleep again.

"No see." Zhan fengsha's voice was deep and cold.

Hang up, he broadcast Ye Yan's call.

"Qian Chongxi is in Jiangcheng. He's got about 100 reporters to meet him."

Ye Yan's long and thin eyes jumped fiercely: "is he still alive?"

"Well." Zhan Fengli frowned.

Sooner or later, he would kill him, until he knelt down and kowtowed in front of Ning Shibai's tombstone.

Ye Yan received the order, then quickly to execute.

Qianchongxi usually takes only Dongli when traveling.

When the black car stops in the parking space, she puts on her sunglasses and gets off, and Li Junqiao cleverly follows her.

If Qian Chongxi is wrong, he will never think that Zhan Fenghui is so despicable and ambushes more than 100 reporters here.

As soon as she got out of the car, a group of people came from all directions with microphones and cameras. She was so scared that her sunglasses almost fell off. She turned quickly and gracefully, ready to go back to the car to avoid.

But she was outflanked.

"I told you so early, Yuko Feiyu." She murmured at Dongli.

Dongli wry smile: "I told you to sleep in. Now I'm up. So many reporters have come. You haven't come yet."

But it's too late.

Reporters crowded over in a swarm, holding microphones in all directions towards her, so that Li Junqiao pressed her arm tightly and begged for protection.

"Mr. Qian, haven't you been in the river for nearly two years? Why are you still alive? "

Qian Chongxi suddenly came back intact. It was a big news in Jiangcheng. In addition, someone arranged it. The more tricky the interview, the more full marks they got. They asked without scruple.

Anyway, more than one hundred people in the industry have surrounded him tightly on the three inner and three outer floors. He can't run. They can ask with all their strength.

"Yes, Mr. Qian, your life is so big. You can still live after falling into the river."

Qian Chongxi's half cooked voice was very low and beautiful, with a kind of hoarseness that could not be said: "someone is still alive, I can't close my eyes. Come back and have a look."

"Does someone mean Mr. Zhan?"

Honey lips under qianchongxi Sunglasses: "there is a brother named Shunliu."

This is not the answer, but the reporter also knows that his Shunliu brother, Zhan Fengli, is not fake.

Zhan Fengli looks at Ye Yan's real-time interview picture, his jaw crossed, his eyes shining, and his style is complicated.

The boy actually came back again. He was as tricky as ever, but

I don't know whether it's an illusion or something. Looking at the lip and jaw of the evil smile, I felt a surge of emotion in my heart.

Staring at him for a long time, he sent a voice to Ye Yan: give him a side close-up, after looking at the lens.

Ye Yan is speechless.

The boss is crazy!

She controls Ning Shibai's drone and gives Qian Chongxi a close-up in the air. He doesn't think it's enough. He needs a close-up.

Calm down, she controls the drone to fly right in the middle of the crowd.

Reporter: "Mr. Qian, can you explain how your fiancee gave birth to Mr. Zhan's son?"

Qian Chongxi: "Shunliu has harmed my ex fiancee and killed her. I must find him to settle this account."

Reporter: "I heard that Mr. Zhan took his and angel's children abroad."

Qian Chongxi: "the child was born by my angel. I will help her recover the child, bring it up well, and give an account to her who died."

As he spoke, the UAV flew towards him from the sky. He looked up and his eyes moved with the UAV.

Ye Yan is very embarrassed. In the camera, Qian Chongxi stares at her in sunglasses, which makes her look embarrassed. As a result, the UAV stops awkwardly at a 45 degree angle of two meters away from him.

Qian Chongxi stares at the drone for a few seconds. A smart backhand grabs the professional microphone in front of him and throws it high.

Ye Yan's screen couldn't avoid the sound of "bang". The UAV was smashed by the heavy professional microphone and broke its wing.

Mom, it's still like this!

Qian Chongxi coldly hooked the corner of his lips, with a cold smile.

She knows the legs of this drone. She used to set two rows of drills in Zhan Fengli's office when she was bored.

"Mr. Qian, why did you smash this drone?" The reporter who has been robbed of the microphone will cry. He bought this microphone for tens of thousands of yuan, so he used it as a stone. He has to pay for it, for fear that he will not pay for it and his kidney will hurt.

Qian Chongxi's natural and unrestrained hands copied his pocket, as if the villain who just smashed the window was not him.

"I have to show my press card when I interview. The drone didn't bring me a card, which violated my portrait right."

On hearing this, the reporter in the innermost layer quickly took out the reporter's card and showed it.

"I have! I have! I'm a professional journalist

"So do I!"

The reporter who was robbed of the microphone took out his press card and showed it to him. He took it back and quickly turned over for fear that he didn't see the picture clearly.

"Mr. Qian, I'm a professional reporter. I didn't infringe your portrait right. This is my microphone..." he was aggrieved.

Qian Chong looked at the East fence beside him: "arrange the best one for him."

"Good." Dongli answers.

Qian Chongxi no longer answers anyone's questions. He turns around with his hands in his pockets. Regardless of being surrounded by the crowd, he walks towards the car. The crowd follows him, but there is no sign of dispersing.

Inside and outside reporters kept asking questions about his dispute with Zhan Fengli's children, which made her swear every minute.

Some people find them to pay by the hour. As long as they follow Qian Chongxi to ask questions from time to time, and the more tough the questions, the better, they can get a lot of money by the hour.

The people on the first and second floors are professional journalists, while those on the next floors are group performers, commonly known as hourly workers, with low wages.

Dongli managed to break through the crowd, escorting her Li Junqiao into the car and driving away.

Who knows, these 100 or so people get on the train one after another and continue to follow. Private cars, buses, taxis, Didi express cars have everything, and the traffic is going to be paralyzed.

"These journalists are so dedicated!" Li Junqiao looked back at the spectacular lineup behind him and couldn't help sighing.

Dongli said to qianchongxi, "I told you a long time ago that you suddenly appear, which is like deceiving a corpse and makes everyone uncomfortable."

Qian Chongxi: "I think Ke Feiyu is itchy. He dares to reveal my whereabouts to reporters."

It's a pity that she didn't want to like him before. She was so angry!