Chapter 147

"PATA!"

On the spot, there was the sound of camera falling one after another. Some reporters looked painfully and reached for it. They were kicked away by the bodyguards.

The reporter was so scared that he didn't dare to go out. Zheng Junan smiled at Yapi, the nearest reporter. "Is there a fire engine?"

"Yes, yes." The reporter fumbled on his body and handed over the lighter.

Zheng Junan's thin lips raised an unidentified smile, held the torch in his hand and made a look at one of the bodyguards.

The bodyguard immediately picked up several cameras that were smashed beyond recognition, pulled out the film and handed it to him.

Several reporters watched Zheng Junan take over the films in horror, and lit a fire towards the films...

the reporter finally realized the feeling of heart dripping blood, not only the rice bowl was smashed, but also the most newsworthy film was burned.

"Zheng Shao..."

several people watched the film fall to the ground, turn into ashes in an instant, and then it was blown by the wind and soon involved in the dust on the road.

The bodyguard let go of a few people. The reporter with the most intense speech just now plopped and fell to his knees.

"My film..."

in the business of being a paparazzi, what I'm afraid of most is to meet such a tough role as Zheng Junan. One is not to hit people, the other is not to stimulate you with words, but to directly smash your job.

Camera and film are the most valuable jobs as a journalist.

Zheng Junan clapped his hands and breathed in the palm of his hand, "how can I write when I go back? Is it clear?"

Like the children who were reprimanded for making mistakes, they were downcast, but did not dare to provoke the Buddha.

"I see. Zheng Shao."

After a lot of trouble, Zheng Junan believes that they can't make up rumors in entertainment news.

Zheng Junan smiled with satisfaction, bypassed several people, opened the door and said to Jane Xiaolu in the front passenger seat, "sister in law, it's settled."

As soon as she got out of the car, she glanced at some of the people who were shriveled and gave Zheng Junan a thumbs up.

"Yes, I didn't expect you had two brushes."

As soon as Zheng Jun'an boasted, he flew to his head and was elated. "That's it. You don't see who I am."

The reporter listened to the conversation between the two people in a familiar tone, and his curious eyes could not help scanning the two people with gossip.

Just three seconds after they saw Zheng Junan, they felt that their collars were caught by others. Behind them, a thick dark shadow covered them. They looked up. The bodyguard on the top of their head stretched out his hand without expression and sat down on the ground.

Compared with the burning pain of nearly falling into two pieces of buttocks, the current situation is the most important to escape. So, several reporters accidentally clamped. Buttocks. Ran away.

Zheng Junan looks at the smashed camera, eyes deep.

Jane Xiaolu enters the set without any danger, but for some reason, everyone looks at her in different eyes today.

Jane didn't care much either. She went all the way to her own dressing room.

After making up and changing into costumes, sister Jiang arrived.

It's a few minutes before Jane Xiaolu goes on the stage. Jiang Jie has a look at Jane Xiaolu and can't help but stop talking.

Jane Xiaolu looks as if nothing happened. I don't know about it yet.

When Jane Xiaolu is on the stage, she looks around for a while, and then takes out her mobile phone seriously.

There is no doubt that the sound of mobile messages is all from Jane Xiaolu's comments.

The good and the bad, the ugly, the strong support, all have.

One wave is not flat, another is rising.

Yesterday's false report is not completely over, but today it's exposed again.

"Entertainment xiaohuadan Jane XX reappeared in the hospital today, suspected of abortion

"Take care of yourself!"

Jiang sister brushed the following comments, frowning more and more tightly.

If it is not for the PR that has given a reply, the matter will be dealt with in an hour.

I'm afraid I can't help it.

*"What's the mystery of ten thousand people? It's clearly ten thousand people. How about riding?"

"Please give me a clean micro blog. I don't want to see any stars come out with hot eyes any more. You don't want to bother me! Delete the blog! "

"Word day! What's going on? I'm just a kid. Why should I see a scene of star's private life chaos? "

"Private. White. Tight. Zhiwan, an effective, black. Auricularia is the best choice!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Fu Yue gloated and read the comments of Xiaolu on Weibo, especially the section of the advertisement. He just laughed so hard that he had a stomachache and was about to smoke out the corners of his mouth.

At this time, Fu Yue and her best friend are sitting in the hotel room.

The dishes of a table have hardly been moved. Fu Yue brushes his microblog with all his heart and doesn't pay attention to the dishes at all.Her exaggerated laughter, only the girl in the private room is deeply poisoned. Fortunately, she is in the private room. Otherwise, with her one over another laughter, others will treat her as a madman.

"On the month, you've been laughing for almost half an hour. Doesn't your mouth hurt like this?"

"Yes, I almost forgot if you didn't say it. My mouth hurts a little." With that, Fu yuegulu Gulu drank a large glass of water and continued to brush his micro blog with a grin.

Dear friend: "...

Fu Yue's dear friend took a few mouthfuls of vegetables, and had no idea to eat any more.

Fu Yue has been smiling for a long time since he left the hospital. He started with a mysterious smile. After the waiter served the dishes, his smile became more and more incessant, which directly turned into a loud laugh.

My best friend hasn't paid attention to the new development of Weibo, and naturally, I can't think that the hot headlines in Weibo are actually made by Fu Yue.

It wasn't until Fu Yue exaggerated to a heartbroken laugh that she realized it wasn't as simple as she thought.

Click to open the microblog, the girl is completely stupid, and her eyes move from the mobile phone to the face of Fu Yue.

Fu Yuena, who is participating in the black powder review team, noticed that her girlfriend was staring at her face. She was extremely excited to leave comments with a small number. For a long time, the depressed mood of microblog being sprayed by people was completely wiped out at this moment.

She is familiar with these microblog accounts. They are all the nicknames of Fu Yue, and the top left corner has been praised by tens of thousands.

God, it's too much trouble...

my best friend thinks that Fu Yue is just a small piece of Xiaolu once, and it's just bad breath. Who knows it's going to be so serious and make headlines.

I used several small accounts to post comments continuously, but Fu Yue still couldn't get rid of his anger, so he put his idea on my girlfriend's mobile phone, "borrow your microblog account to play with me, and I'll post a microblog."

Looking at Fu Yue's smile, my girlfriend felt scared. How could she not know what Fu Yue had decided to do? She immediately put her mobile phone back into her bag.

"No way! You hurry to delete the blog. If you really find out that you did it, it's over. "