C235 Besieged by journalists

"Master Ting, I did not say that."

Blood Vulture immediately cast his relationship aside.

The Master Ting was looking for someone to tell the Miss Lu about the amusement park, it seemed that someone was going to have bad luck …

The vulture's expression did not change, and he followed, "Master Ting, this matter has nothing to do with this subordinate."

He had not interacted much with the Miss Lu, and the monitors could be seen everywhere in the villa to testify to this point.

Sikong Ting's eyes darkened, and suddenly became even sharper as he looked straight at Spiritual Vulture.

Other than Blood Vulture and the Vulture, only Spiritual Vulture had come to the villa, and he was the only one who had the chance to come into contact with Lu Baobei!

It was finally here.

Spiritual Vulture stood stiffly in place, and smiled awkwardly at Sikong Ting: "... Master Ting, I, your subordinate … "

This time, he was really going to die!

Sikong Ting stared at Spiritual Vulture coldly. Under the intense pressure from him, Spiritual Vulture gradually could not say a single word.

"Blood Vulture, prepare a ticket for him." Sikong Ting said softly and sent Spiritual Vulture to hell.

"Yes, Master Ting!"

Blood Vulture replied straightforwardly as he glanced at Spiritual Vulture, his eyes filled with joy at his misfortune.

Ticket... Ghost Island!

"Master Ting!" Spiritual Vulture shouted loudly, looked at Sikong Ting, and was about to cry, "This subordinate knows my wrongs, and wants to give this subordinate a chance to make up for it …"

Ghost island!

That was a place even vultures couldn't go. If he went there, wouldn't he be dead?

Sikong Ting was not moved at all. He laughed coldly and looked down at Blood Vulture condescendingly, "You still have three hours. Why don't you prepare some medicine for yourself?"

Spiritual Vulture's heart was filled with despair as he stood there with a sorrowful look in his eyes.

Should he contact Poisonous Vulture right now and ask Poisonous Vulture to euthanize him to death?

"Master Ting, what about this AM? They were released? " the vulture asked.

Their original plan was to let the AM create an amusement park. If the AM wasn't willing, they would just cripple him.

But now that Miss Lu had pleaded for mercy and Master Ting had agreed, what should he do?

Sikong Ting looked down at the girl condescendingly, the cold Eagle-liked Eye had no intention to warm up.

"Throw him into the cellar and leave him with his life." Sikong Ting looked to the side at Spiritual Vulture who looked like he was about to reach the end of his life, and said coldly: "Your journey has been extended for two days, first treat his hands."

The thing he gave Lu Baobei must be the best in the world!

He had changed his mind. He had to create even if he wanted to, he had to do even if he didn't want to!

As if he had heard the music from heaven, Spiritual Vulture came back to his senses abruptly and looked at Sikong Ting as if he had been reborn.

"Yes, this subordinate will do his best to make sure that his hand will be restored to its original state!"

What if it was cured? If Master Ting was happy, he wouldn't be able to go to the Ghost Isle!

Sikong Ting glanced at Spiritual Vulture gloomily, the corners of his mouth raised into a sneer as he walked upstairs.

The next day.

Lu Baobei finished his lunch and had the servant bring the soup to Li Zhenxi. Then, she packed the box and prepared to send Sikong Ting his lunch.

Just as she turned around, Lu Baobei saw a maid walked in and placed a tray on the kitchen counter. On the tray were some bread and cows, and some ketchup.

Breakfast?

"Who didn't have breakfast?" Lu Baobei casually asked.

The maid looked at Lu Baobei and took the iPad to type. Then, she showed it to Lu Baobei.

"Madam, it's Mr. AM."

AM?

Lu Baobei's hand paused, Sikong Ting did not let the AM leave?

"AM on a hunger strike?" Lu Baobei asked.

Could it be that AM was using this method to resist Sikong Ting?

Lu Baobei suddenly remembered that she had a hunger strike before. She found it funny, but she still couldn't help but laugh.

"In reply to Madam, Mr. AM did not stop eating. This is very rare." the maid said.

Lu Baobei nodded after reading it, she picked up the packed lunch box and walked out, her gaze inadvertently sweeping past the soup pot at the side.

Lu Baobei's feet paused again, and she said to the maid: "Send some of the soup to Mr AM."

There was still some left, AM's hand was injured, and some soup was good for his health.

With that, Lu Baobei walked towards the door. The driver who was already waiting at the door immediately opened it.

Lu Baobei got into the car and shook her head.

She had been hearing bees since she got up in the morning. Although this was a good sign that her hearing was about to recover, it was still a sound that made people want to go crazy.

Lu Baobei looked at the scenery outside the window, she could not help but hear the occasional sound, and her gaze turned to one of grief.

He really hoped that he could recover his hearing in the next moment, or he could return to being as quiet as he was before, as long as there wasn't any such sound.

When she reached the bottom floor of Sikong Ting's company, Lu Baobei took a deep breath and ignored the noise in her ears.

Ring it, it will recover in a few more days!

Lu Baobei put on her hat, opened the car door, and carried the bag out.

Today, she cooked a few dishes that Sikong Ting liked the most, so she would definitely make Sikong Ting eat later …

A white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes!

Lu Baobei subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face. She was too familiar with this kind of light! Flash!

Lu Baobei raised his head in shock, wanting to see who was patting her. Suddenly, she saw a lot of people rushing towards her, as if they were all here for her.

Some of these people had microphones in their hands, some of them had cameras on their shoulders, and some of them were holding recording pens …

The equipment all said one thing: these people were journalists.

Lu Baobei was startled, why would there be so many reporters here? It looked like it was meant to stop her.

In just a moment, the reporters had surrounded Lu Baobei so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.

"Lu Baobei, may I ask why you are not raising your mother?"

"Lu Baobei, your mother said that you mistreated her. Is this true?"

"Lu Baobei, I heard you stole all of your mother's savings, is that true?"

"I heard you threatened to beat your mother up?"

One question after another was thrown over, causing the reporters' eyes to light up with excitement.

Lu Baobei looked at the journalist's opened and closed mouth as he continuously retreated. The buzzing in his ears was getting louder and louder, to the point that she wanted to scream.

The box was squashed to the ground. When Lu Baobei tried to squat down and pick it up, the back of her hand was stepped on a few times. Within a few moments, the box was kicked away by the reporters.

Lu Baobei could only stand up and cover her ears with her hands: "Sorry, please give way."

Her ears hurt.

No one paid attention to Lu Baobei's begging. The reporters were getting more and more excited, like hungry wolves that had seen meat.

Lu Baobei was stunned, she retreated back while covering her face, wanting to stay away from the cameras.

A reporter bumped into Lu Baobei in the middle of the crowd, causing Lu Baobei to fall to the side unsteadily. Her line of sight swept across a person's figure, and she immediately felt as if she had been struck by lightning.