Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Gu Xiao's health is fine!” Liu Zhiming stared at the male reporter with a rude look: "Are you guys playing moral kidnapping? If it's a journalist, do you have to answer your questions? Are you the King of Heaven? Damn it! ”

“How can you curse people? So impotent.” The male journalist said.

“Grandpa doesn't need to talk to you about quality in the face of an unqualified person like you!” Liu Zhiming's eyes were sharp and the male journalist was somewhat afraid.

Liu Zhiming's anger suppressed the journalists.

Liu Zhiming coldly swept through the reporters and laughed sarcastically: "All you know is that exposing your affairs is an invasion of your privacy. Why can't you leave room for others? Did Mrs. Gu promise to accept your purchase? Mrs. Gu was born to blow up her privacy? This is ridiculous! ”

Reporters: …

Song glanced at them with no worries and said: “I'm very sorry, I don't want to answer a word about my family business. ”

Note, Song did not worry to look at Liu Zhiming: “Zhiming, tell them that our Gu family building occupies an area of land. If they squatted in the premises belonging to our building without my consent in the future, call the police. ”

Liu Zhiming's jaw: “I get it, ma'am! ”

Song Li raised his head worried, rubbing some sore temple, the brows were weary: “Secretary Zhang, I'll take your car back tonight. ”

Secretary Zhang, who had been standing next to Song Wuxi, nodded quickly: "Ma'am, my car is parked in the basement parking lot! ”

“Mmm.” Song Li turned around: “I'll pick up the car if you want. ”

“Okay.” Secretary Zhang and Song Weiwei turned around and walked into the building.

“What the hell, I didn't eat dinner, I waited here so long, I couldn't interview anything. ”

“Yeah, when I was hypoglycemic, Mrs. Gu was getting dragged and answering nothing. ”

“Isn't she just a dead pig who doesn't fear hot water soup? Anyway, the Gu family is going to collapse, and she doesn't need to think about her image. ”

Seeing Sung go away, several journalists were quite dissatisfied and chewed up their tongues.

“One more word, believe me or not, I'll kill you on the spot?” Liu Zhiming suddenly pointed at those people and stared at them in the shadow.

“Can't you tell me? Mouth is on our mouths, we say what we want!” A male journalist is not used to Liu Zhiming's arrogant flames.

“Yes! What are you pulling?” Another male journalist was also attached to the collision with Liu Zhiming.

“Brother, go!” Liu Zhiming made a gesture.

His brothers rushed up suddenly, but they hadn't done it yet. The reporters who chewed their tongues jumped on them first and beat Liu Zhiming.

Liu Zhiming did not fight back. His brothers met and did not fight back. Let them punch several times.

After several punches, the reporters found out that Liu Zhiming had not returned the fight, so they stopped.

Liu Zhiming, they are trained people, have lived a small ~ mixed ~ life these years, these cotton fists and feet do not hurt at all for them.

It's just hair, clothes are squeezed a little messy, several brothers have some scratches on their faces, and at first glance, they know they've been beaten.

Liu Zhiming smiled with a strange smile and pointed at them. "You guys hit people? All right!”

After listening, the reporters changed their face slightly. One of them had a lot of nerve and snorted coldly. "So what? Did they see that? ”