my tongue can be cute

When the two arrived at Qiulin Shanfang, the media reporters from all walks of life were swarming inside and outside Yefu Night Living Room.

When had the old couple seen such a battle before, they almost forgot the manuscript that Liang Qiang asked them to memorize a thousand times.

"May I ask what is the biggest feeling after the two old people moved to their new home?" A reporter pointed the recording pen at Father Ye.

Father Ye hesitated for a long time, his throat tightened with tension, he hesitated for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

The night mother next to her saw her, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab his wife's arm, speaking in authentic Cantonese dialect, "Old ghost, please drink a glass of water before you go home, I'll talk to the reporter."

As if he had been pardoned, Father Ye hurriedly got up and went upstairs to find some tea.

"What I miss most today is our son." As soon as Ye Mu finished speaking, Liang Qiang was overwhelmed when he heard it. This is completely wrong. Why did he forget all the things he had memorized in advance at this critical moment.

"Why do you want a son? Isn't the son of the two elders by your side?" Someone is chasing after him.

"He's dead, he's dead..." Ye Mu burst into tears.

There is a series of cameras and video cameras next to it.

"Can you tell me how you died, when and where, and what was the tragedy at that time?" Asking the question was inhumane, cutting off the unhealed wound of the old man, with blood and tendons attached.

"Poor your old mother." Ye Ranyi opened the car door, rushed in with a few strides, and kicked the man with his feet.

Yeranyi is no longer what it used to be, but his body has become much stronger these days, and he kicked it over, as if kicking on a sponge sandbag.

Even though the reporter was tall and fat, he couldn't resist being kicked, and he fell like a dog eating shit all of a sudden.

Ye Ranyi was still not relieved, and suddenly remembered the plot of Wu Song fighting a tiger in the primary school textbook, and was about to hit him with a fist, but suddenly his wrist tightened, and when he looked back, it was Fang Yuan who held him back.

"If you can't bear it, you can make big plans." Fang Yuan's mouth lightly pressed against Ye Ranyi's ear.

Seeing this momentum, several reporters wanted to leave, only to find that the door had been locked by Fang Yuan from the inside.

"Please delete all the scenes where the two brothers accidentally bumped into each other just now, so that the outside world won't misunderstand us." Fang Yuan turned and smiled at the reporters.

"Who are you, why should I listen to you?" One person objected.

Fang Yuan thought to himself, if he didn't come up with some means today, the headlines of the media in Guanghai might be full of headlines tomorrow: The Ye Group condoned the second generation of local tyrants to beat reporters.

"Based on this." Fang Yuan grabbed a sharp fruit knife on the table and shook it.

"What are you doing? Murder is a capital offense."

Fang Yuan smiled, twisted his hands vigorously, the fruit knife turned into a twist, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it a few times, and the knife became a ball.

This is a top-notch master in martial arts dramas, but unexpectedly, he has come to real life.

Several reporters saw that he seemed to be kneading dough, and he made a mess with a small knife three times, and his bones were not as hard as a knife, so they all disarmed.

Fang Yuan checked again carefully, even the cell phones of the reporters.

The fat reporter on the ground slowly got up and picked up the ball that fell beside him, "Brother, can you take it away for me as a souvenir?"

Fang Yuan nodded, and glanced fiercely at several people, "This is the end of today's matter, I don't want to see any reports tomorrow."

After speaking, he took out a stack of banknotes from his body, "Five hundred per person, it's not easy to go out and mess with everyone."

All the reporters looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to reach out for it, for fear that Fang Yuan might accidentally mistake his hand for a knife.

"My friends, you really don't want to lose face. You want me to put them in your pockets, come on." He handed the banknotes one by one, "Dye the clothes and take a picture for everyone. There are pictures and the truth."

It was only then that Ye Ranyi realized that he wanted to hold the reporter in his hands to collect money, so as to prevent them from talking nonsense outside, so he couldn't help but pay more respect to him.

As soon as the reporter left, Liang Qiang quickly gave up his seat to Ye Ranyi, and thanked Fangyuan vigorously.

Ye Ranyi looked at Fangyuan carefully for a while, "You compete with me for wrench strength, obviously you are setting me up. In your state, have I won? Even if I can win, do you think I dare to win?"

Fang Yuan smiled and sat down, "It was only after I fought with Luo Tangji that day that I discovered that I have such a little bit of supernatural power, okay? Today, you have to reimburse me for the 7500 yuan."