Above, please use some force

The reporter was shaking with anger, and his hand holding the microphone was tight and tight.

"If you can't afford it, don't yell." The smile on He Wen's face faded, his dark eyes raised, and he glanced at the reporters one by one, "You have the right to ask any questions, and we also have the right to choose to answer or not to answer. "

"It's all for making a living. If you are in a hurry, it's hard to say whether you can see the sun tomorrow."

The coldness aroused by He Wen's words in a brisk tone made the reporters below who were originally thinking about it widen their eyes. This is a naked threat.

"As for you, I will sue you for defamation." Looking at the reporter, his eyes stopped on the microphone logo in the other party's hand, He Wen's eyes slightly raised, his harsh and arrogant tone made everyone shiver cold.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as a simple defamation crime.

The reporter was asked to leave, and when he left, he looked at He Wen with strange eyes, not as sharp as before, only fear, and even a trace of guilt.

He Wen raised his eyebrows imperceptibly. If he read correctly, the other party's mouth seemed to be saying "I'm sorry."

I was so busy during this period that I forgot that there was someone secretly waiting to kill him.

The moment he withdrew his gaze, he fell on the young man who had been looking at him from behind, and blinked slyly, which was a silent relief.

Fang Jun met He Wen's gaze, pulled up the corners of his lips and smiled, and said with his mouth, "Patience."

Seeing the interaction between the two, Yu Bao seemed to see countless pink bubbles popping out of Fang Jun's head. She squatted in the corner of the wall with her bag in her mouth and murmured. It's too difficult to get involved, it seems that she is not far from the day when she loses her job.

Perhaps it was because He Wen's aura was unexpectedly strong, the reporters no longer held on to him, but pointed at Han Wenwen, "Some witnesses saw you appearing in the Hehuachi apartment on the morning of the 3rd, didn't you? Confront Mr. He?"

Han Wenwen showed a beautiful smile calmly, and answered in a very official and decent way, "This is my private life, and I have the right to reserve it."

This sentence blocked all the questions from the next few reporters, and He Wen raised his eyebrows.

"When you deal with them, you have a thicker skin than anyone else." Han Wenwen raised his hand to straighten his bangs on his forehead, and said something to He Wen in a low voice.

He Wen looked at her thoughtfully, and he found that this woman was actually pretty good, or too smart, so she probably failed with Song Ziyu.

"Miss Han, is the relationship between you and Mr. Song purely for hype?" The sudden sentence lowered the atmosphere of the scene instantly.

This time, Han Wenwen did not use her invincible words, but smiled at the male reporter, "What do you think?"

Instead of answering, he asked back.

The male reporter choked, shrugged his shoulders in Han Wenwen's lethal smile, and said flatteringly: "With Miss Han's current achievements, she doesn't need to rely on these hypes to earn her fame."

The charm of the goddess is so great that He Wen couldn't help but touch his forehead. He quickly glanced at the male god on the other side, and then went to look at the female reporters below. meaning of location.

"In terms of seniority, Mr. He is your senior. I heard that Ms. Han made a mockery more than once on the set of "Broken Cocoon". Is it true?"

"I said it's not true, do you believe it?" Han Wenwen brushed back a strand of hair from his cheek, and said with a smile, "You have already decided on the answer before asking, and I can't change it any more."

The reporter was told his thoughts, his face turned red and white, and he sat back on the chair in embarrassment.

When He Wen heard this, he raised his eyebrows. When he was at the film and television base in City Y, Han Wenwen did spread something in private intentionally or unintentionally. Occasionally, he would stir up the flames. Women often move their mouths, and talking about it is just a little bit. thought.

At this time, a male reporter stood up and asked, "Is Mr. Song bisexual?"

If the previous sentence made the atmosphere sink, then this sentence directly dropped the temperature on the scene to the bottom.

The corners of Song Ziyu's pursed lips showed no other expression, the flashlight kept shooting at him, and the time passed by, and the complex aura emanating from him settled into the air, which was extremely depressing.

"No." Just when the man was about to ask the bottom line, Song Ziyu leaned back, leaned his back on the back of the chair, and lowered his eyes, "I think I'm probably only interested in a specific person, and it has nothing to do with gender." Slightly lower The voice was a little strange.

This sentence caused a fierce commotion. Everyone below reacted immediately when they heard this answer. Song Ziyu went crazy.

The one who reacted the most was Song Ziyu's manager. If it wasn't for the staff to hold him back, he might have already run onto the stage and grabbed Song Ziyu by the collar to question him.

Han Wenwen turned his head slightly to look at Song Ziyu's side face, saw that the shadow cast by his drooping eyelids was a bit unspeakably depressed, and then looked at He Wen.

"Don't look at me, I'm as surprised as you are." He Wen touched his chin, he was the closest to Song Ziyu, and he felt the emotional changes on the other side most directly and clearly.

Now he was not sure if Song Ziyu knew something.

"Then Mr. Song is saying that Han Wenwen is not the person you appointed in your heart?"

Song Ziyu fell silent again, his handsome expression concealed all his emotions, and all the reporters waited with bated breath, waiting for his answer.

"I think my fans value my acting skills, not my privacy." Still, everyone could hear the prevarication in Song Ziyu's words.

smoke bomb?They are confused.

"Do you admit the authenticity of that photo?"

"You both belong to the same film and television company, and you often see each other. Why did you have no contact before, but now it suddenly becomes so dense?"

"According to reliable sources, you went to the filming site of "Holding Love" and had an affair with Mr. He. How do you explain this?"

The index finger tapped the table to make a rhythmic sound. The young man seemed to be holding his breath, as if he was seriously thinking about how to answer. Only He Wen who was beside him saw his hand on his lap clenched into a fist.

The reporter didn't get the answer he wanted, so he asked the other party without giving up, "What's Mr. He's opinion on this matter?"

"I don't have any opinion." He Wen responded lightly, with a cheerful tone: "You advertised for "Holding Love", Ye Huai will be grateful to you."

The reporter twitched and sat down deflated.

After the reception, the movie fans who stood guard at the entrance of the company and the reporters who were not qualified to go in raised their microphones very high, and crowded towards Song Ziyu one by one as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. The cameras kept watching him and He Wen shooting.

The crowd was still swarming, with endless questions popping out of some people's mouths, He Wen rubbed the temples of shouting.

"I want to tell all the fans, thank you for your love and care for me, but if I hurt others..." Song Ziyu swept his indifferent eyes around the excited fans, and sighed softly: "It's not just that everyone is unhappy. It’s a good thing.” Then he bent slightly towards one of the cameras, “Thank you for your support.”

The tone of voice that obviously didn't fluctuate much made the scene intensified in an instant. Those movie fans wanted to comfort the object they liked, but they didn't know how to comfort them, so they cried and cried.

"Is Mr. Song protecting Mr. He?" A very thin and sharp voice broke into the noise.

There were obvious wrinkles between Song Ziyu's brows. Those fans who were familiar with him knew that he was angry. They all looked at the reporter with anger in their eyes.

From behind the crowd came a gorgeous magnetic bass voice, "My pets don't need protection from others."

The reporter with venomous eyes recognized the identity of the person who came, but because of the power of the other party, he did not dare to name him, so he could only hold the microphone tightly and get out of the way excitedly and timidly.

There are also some younger reporters who have only heard of Concise, and did not take the person in front of them into their seats, and asked fearlessly, "Mister, you said that Mr. He is your pet, so what is your relationship?"

"Which newspaper?" There was a smile on the man's handsome face. His noble temperament, his generous clothes, and his eyes the color of the blue sky undoubtedly had a great visual impact, which made the female reporter stunned.

Smiling eyes flicked over the other party's microphone, the man spread his hands, and smiled gracefully, "You need to change careers."

The female reporter's eyes widened, and she stuttered and asked, "Why...why?"

"Because you offended me." In a very arrogant tone, the man raised his eyebrows with a smile, igniting a majesty that only a long-term superior can have, which cannot be ignored.

pooh----

He Wen laughed out loud, his delicate eyebrows raised slightly, especially after seeing the young woman's obviously disbelieving expression, he laughed even louder.

"Have you laughed enough?" He stroked He Wen's hair with his big hand, and the man's doting tone and focused eyes made the surrounding gasp.

Yu Bao, who was following Song Ziyu, opened his mouth wide in shock, his jaw almost fell off, I wipe it, another rival in love!It's over, it's over, Brother Song is over.

She sneaked a glance at the tense jaw, the man whose contour lines were clear at some point, and thought to herself, this might be because of his inner madness.

Thinking about what might happen next, Yu Bao not only didn't step back and leave the place of trouble, but took out his mobile phone wretchedly and moved his feet to be caught in the crowd.

Leaning at the provocative smile that only he could see in the man's eyes, He Wen raised one corner of his mouth, the raised arc without a hint of a smile. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the young man who shouldn't be here striding over the crowd, with a look on his face. Terribly cold.

Seemingly thinking that the situation was not intense enough, Song Ziyu walked over resolutely under Han Wenwen's persuasive eyes.

Everyone saw the three men standing around He Wen, whose brows were stained with hostility, in an absolutely domineering posture, and the smell of gunpowder burst out in the air, interspersed in their respective eye contact.

If you say that there is nothing between a few people, no ghost will believe it.

The reporters went crazy.