Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“You can answer one answer at a time. Wouldn't you know that?” A woman journalist broke this strange silence.

The first half was okay, and the second half, who could not hear her was sarcastically dull and worry-free.

Song did not worry to smile, jaw, measured this little reporter, the tone did not hesitate to ask: “How old are you? Which school did you graduate from? Do you know that this dress you are wearing this year has a bad taste?”.

Little reporter: "…”

“Remember which boutique you bought it from? This hairstyle, it looks like an explosion. Which hairdresser made it for you? Do you have a boyfriend? How old is your boyfriend this year? Got a car, got a room? Where are you from? ”

Little reporter: "…”

“When are you going to get married? Both parents agree to your relationship, right? ”

Little reporter: "…”

“Your eyelid surgery is a little fake. It doesn't look natural. Remember the call from the main knife doctor? Call him back. Make sure you file a complaint against him, okay? ”

Little reporter: "…”

“Do you like dogs or cats? ”

Little reporter: "…”

“What brand of car are you driving? ”

Little reporter: "…”

“How much do you weigh? What else did you do besides have a double eyelid surgery? Have you tested your IQ? How high is your IQ? How many breakups? You cry all the time, don't you? ”

Little reporter: "…”

“Is she still your first daughter? You're not my first girl. Does your boyfriend mind? This reporter, please answer my question. Can't miss a single one, okay? ”

Reporters: …

They looked at the little reporter.

The little journalist's face was so obsessed that her brain was disturbed by the questions asked by Song Li.

They also asked her to answer unannounced, she couldn't do it.

Song looked at the little reporter with no worries: “Why? Can't answer?”

The little reporter stunned for a moment and then glanced at Song Li Xiao: “I am a journalist and I do not need to answer your question. You asked me to answer those questions. Didn't my privacy just explode? ”

“Your privacy is worth it. My privacy is not worth it? Do I have to answer your questions one by one?” Song took a cold look at the little reporter and swept over the group.

“We're journalists, we ask questions, of course you answer them.” The little journalist seemed to be new, with a tender face, stained with arrogance.

“Of course. Answer?” Song grinned without worries and asked Liu Zhiming: “Zhiming, the laws of State K stipulate that in the face of journalists' questions, must you answer them? ”

Liu Zhiming shouted, “No, ma'am! But there is a crime of harassment under the K law. They harass you every day, ma'am! ”

Song looked coldly at the first male journalist to ask the question, his question was [Mrs. Gu, is Gu Shao really dead?].

“What did you just ask me?” Song spoke carelessly.

The male reporter mumbled his lips and asked: "Mrs. Gu, is Gu Shao dead? ”

Song was not worried. He asked, "Are you cursing my husband? ”

The male journalist listened and muted for a moment.

“Is your parents dead, sir?” Song was worried and questioned back.

When the male reporter heard about it, his face changed and he looked at Song Li Xiao unhappily: “Mrs. Gu, we are interviewing you, why are you treating us like this? My parents are fine. Are you cursing my parents to die early? ”