C135

Chapter 135 - Familiar Appearance

Never doubt a person's lower limit, because even he himself didn't know where his lower limit was.

"Slow down, I …"

"Don't say anything more, hurry up and get out of the car. Weren't you still in a hurry for the film crew's progress?"

The gentle voice was faint, neither happy nor sad. Listening to me, I felt that my future was bleak.

Was he angry?

Did I say something wrong? But that shouldn't be the case. Didn't he say so?

Or was it that Big or Big Uncle Bo was here?

I didn't know what was going on with me as I thought this, but I actually told her what was on my mind.

"Uncle?" I gently placed my hand on the steering wheel and knocked on it twice. I smiled awkwardly and said, "Gentle, you must have heard wrong. I just said that my aunt might be here in the next two days."

"Could it be in these two days? But why do I remember your aunt being here for two days? I saw it in the basket at home. " Before he could finish his gentle words, I had already reached out and covered his mouth with my hand.

Crap, I came out in such a hurry this morning, plus my brain is still a little muddled, I actually forgot about dumping the trash.

I used to dump garbage every morning, and I finally understood what was wrong.

That should be the main point of the matter, right?

"That I may be a little confused from getting sick, so I remember wrong."

As for my obviously haggling explanation, she didn't say anything more. However, when I was about to get off the car, she looked at me with a complicated expression for a long time.

When I got out of the car and walked to the door of the cast, I could feel the gentle gaze.

However, it turned out that my promise to slow down today was a bit stupid.

Not only did I forget to dump the trash, I also forgot that I am now a public opinion reporter's serious hot spot, reporters are squatting in front of me.

Thus, after getting off the slow moving car, after walking for a short distance, I was quickly cornered by the reporters.

"Hello, Lin Xiang. May I ask if you can accept my interview?" Some reporters were rather polite, knowing how to speak politely and how to phrase things.

However, there were some reporters who were not so friendly anymore. "If you interject yourself into other people's feelings and act as the third party, what thoughts do you have regarding this matter?"

"Do you have any fear or regret after being exposed?"

Most reporters were very unfriendly.

I took the receiver from the first reporter. "I accept your interview."

The moment I said that, I felt the surrounding voices immediately quieten down.

The reporter probably didn't think that I would do this. The moment I picked up the microphone in her hand, I saw panic and astonishment in her eyes.

He was probably a reporter who had just entered the industry and had yet to be dyed a hateful color by the dye vat.

Just like how he had initially made up his mind to stand at the top of the entertainment circle, he still maintained his pure heart at this moment.

At this point, I'm not much different than I was before.

Not only his mentality, but many other aspects had changed as well. It was just that the more he came into contact with, the more he understood. Other than fear, he would also think about how to protect himself.

"Uh, okay, let's start the interview now. No, we should find a place where no one will disturb us first. " The girl's face changed several times, and I couldn't help laughing at her.

"Actually, there's no need. You can ask here. As long as it's something that can be said within my capabilities, I can tell you anything."

"Really?" The female reporter did not seem to believe that I would be that easy to talk to. After she finished speaking, she felt that her tone was inappropriate. She smiled embarrassedly and said, "Thank you so much. I will definitely complete this interview."

Somehow, looking at the little reporter in front of me, I feel even more familiar.

She was very similar to an old journalist I had met as a student a few years ago, because I became friends with him once, but when I graduated, the old reporter was no longer there.

I also attended the funeral of the old journalist.

"You look like an old friend I used to know."

The reporter wanted to interview a celebrity, but he had to take a huge risk because he didn't know who the person he provoked was behind him. If he wasn't careful, after he exposed some information, he would disappear without a trace, as if that person had never appeared.

That old friend's matter could be considered as telling me the cruelty of the circle before I stepped into it. However, at that time, I no longer wanted to turn back, nor did I want to. I've already been gone for so long, so I couldn't do it.

"Is that so? So are you here for this interview? " The female reporter's eyes were blinking, looking very pretty.

"Is that a problem?" I didn't really want to talk about what had happened.

The female reporter was stunned. "Not really."

"Alright, I can give you a chance to ask me five questions."

Even if I chose her for some reason, I wouldn't give her much time.

I was surrounded and couldn't get out, and the answer to the woman reporter's question was, on the one hand, and, on the other, that I wanted to get out through her myself.

After all, answering this reporter's question was equivalent to answering someone else's question.

From the moment I started talking to this little reporter, the originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down.

"Alright."

"The first question." I also appreciate the quick decision made by the female reporter. If she doesn't answer within two minutes, I'll say that the interview was off the charts.

"Are you really married?"

The reporter opened her mouth carefully and stealthily stole a glance at me. She was probably afraid that she would anger me, so I wasn't willing to answer her interview.

"I don't know where you got the information." "I won't admit that I'm married. I can only hide it from you for the sake of my career." Okay, the second question. "

"But that day's Weibo was posted by you."

This little girl isn't bad. She knows how to dig holes for me? The purpose of the first question was to throw out the question, right?

"Yes, I did, but what does that prove? Don't you know that my recent screenplay was a similar story? "

A television drama script? The female reporter blinked, then blinked again. Perhaps it was because she was caught off guard and nearly threw away the camera in her hand.

I'm so glad I've had a good read of the script, and I know there's a little story in it that's the sort of thing I do for a comment. As for whether it would be cut down by the director during the shoot, I really don't know.

"Alright, the third question."

"The evidence posted on the internet is real. Have you tried it before?"

The word abortion touched my nerves, and I thought the little girl would understand the pain and not ask questions about the child.

"…"

I didn't answer, and the surrounding reporters were instantly agitated.

"Looks like this is true."

"If she doesn't say anything, it's probably a real hammer."

"I don't know whose child it is, but it can't be a child after the unwritten rules, right?"

I raised my head and swept my gaze across those people's faces, silently memorizing their appearances.

If there's a chance in the future, I will make these people regret saying those words, especially regarding that child.

"You said the appraisal is real? Can you put the results of the appraisal in front of me? Is it malicious to say such words to someone who may become a mother in the future? "

I asked, looking at the female reporter with a slightly colder gaze.

Sure enough, never show mercy to anyone, because you don't know if she will turn into a venomous tongue in an instant and give you a fierce bite.

Even after I hurt you.

Ye Zichen smiled and chatted with the others, but he didn't feel like he did anything.

He had an innocent look on his face.

The female reporter was stumped by my question, but she didn't give up.

"But according to the whistleblower, she and you are good friends. You two often get along together."

"The whistleblower? Where is she? Find them to confront me? Furthermore, if they were really good friends, would they have done such a thing to their friends? "

Good friend?

Fuck his good friend!