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Moqing Huan continued to be busy looking for evidence all morning.

The crew has been in the mud, Lin Meng there must be a strict investigation, boss constantly to Mu Qing Huan pressure.

Moqing Huan phone is about to burst, the blood and rain on the microblog is bloody, she is a normal person, even less to pay attention to.

Rather than being scolded by Lin Meng fans, it is better to find evidence in a hurry.

Just some details of Moqing Huan also want to find Lin Meng to ask clearly.

But Moqing Huan just arrived at the hospital door, and reporters rushed again.

Moqing Huan eyebrows tightly together, nerve immediately tight up, flash constantly in front of the eyes, each lens behind the eyes are particularly sharp and unfriendly.

In that moment, Moqing Huan felt like he had returned to four years ago.

Breathing was a little bit hasty, and the mood of Moqing's joy seemed to be unchanged, but his hands were clasped with the bag belt of the handbag.

Zhang Kou is trying to say what, suddenly a sharp female voice directly broke the reporters' noise, "Moqing Huan, you bitch! Dare to hurt our dream! You are not worthy of being a designer! Get out of your heart! "

The voice just fell, Moqing Huan has not yet responded, just felt a flower in front of me.

"Crackle" a, forehead a pain, what blow in the forehead, stick things a little down the forehead down.

It's an egg.

It was like opening a door, and then countless things came in.

Several girls rushed over, directly pushed away the reporter, toward the Moqing Huan threw up the eggs.

"Get out of your heart and take responsibility for Lin Meng!"

"You are a designer, it's a shame in the industry!"

"What other face do you have to see Lin Meng!"

"Bitch!"

Countless eggs smashed over, Moqing Huan could not escape at all, almost instantly, all over the body were smashed thick, yellow yolk hanging on the body, embarrassed.

The flash flashes, journalists are more crazy, the lens at her crazy shooting.

Moqing Huan hung his head, and subconsciously wanted to block his face.

She didn't like it, there was a delusion that brought her back four years ago.

Hands tightly clenched into a circle, Moqing Huan raised his feet to go, but there were people blocking the way back and forth, those girls threw eggs and did not want to let her go.

"Moqing Huan, you don't want to go! You don't apologize to limeng today. You can't go! "

A girl seems to be the leader, rushed up to pick up the hand of Moqing Huan, let her face.

Moqing Huan frowned and stepped back a few steps, but she did not know who pushed her behind, and Mu Qing Huan fell on the ground.

A few girls are getting more rampant.

"You're done?" Moqing Huan lifted his eyes, looked at several people coldly.

The anger, resentment and unwillingness are hidden in the cold eyes.

But her attitude infuriated several girls even more, "of course not finished! You nearly half killed Lin dream, what is the difference between you and crime? You are not a designer at all! "

"We are here to teach you this bitch for limeng today, and what?"

A few girls finish speaking, raise their feet to the body of Moqing Huan to kick.

There are too many people, Moqing Huan has no room to dodge, she can only raise her hand subconsciously to protect her head.

So alone, reporters eyes of the scene, once again deeply carved into the heart of Moqing Huan.

She didn't even want to open her eyes.

But the pain that was expected never came.

Instead, there was a sudden noise in their ears, and many people screamed, followed by the scream of a girl.

Moqing Huan can not help but slowly open his eyes --

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