"Joke!" Looking at the inexplicable headline in the newspaper, Mu Yunxuan took a cursory look at the content of the article, and saw that it was reported that he had injured the benefactor who saved Mo Qingxuan, and also said that "the perpetrator did not escape, but sent the injured to the hospital, that is good."

In the face of these newspapers' indiscriminate reports, Mu Yunxuan was only annoyed. He was also worried about Mo Qingxuan's departure, what does it mean that someone is making trouble for him at this time?

"President, if this matter is left alone, it will have an impact on your reputation and damage to the company's interests. The secretary watched Mu Yunxuan, who was furious, throw away the newspaper in his hand angrily, but his expression afterwards seemed to want to ignore me. The secretary couldn't help but remind aloud.

"These bastard things!" Mu Yunxuan finally angrily threw the newspaper in his hand straight over, and it happened to hit the secretary's body.

The secretary wanted to dodge but didn't have time to dodge, she stood in place without any resistance, but quietly waited for Mu Yunxuan who gave the order.

Looking at the secretary in front of him who was inexplicably smashed by himself, Mu Yunxuan coughed lightly, trying to hide his embarrassment: "Cut down this reporter who wantonly ruined my reputation." He should not be in the journalist world again. ”

After the secretary withdrew from the office, Mu Yunxuan fell into deep contemplation again, and he began to think about Mo Qingjuan again.

Regarding the reporter, Mu Yunxuan soon never saw the reporter in the entertainment newspaper again. But—because of this, he changed the battlefield. The time to come. Mu Yunxuan no longer sees himself in the newspaper, but he has seen more public opinion about himself from the Internet.

"Bastard! What is this!" Mu Yunxuan didn't have a newspaper in his hand at this time, but he still couldn't help but want to smash something. Watching the reporter on the Internet more brazenly slander his reputation, but he had no way to shut up those people who should be he, he was very irritated for a while.

"The president of Ling's Group is not close to people and fights against the 'benefactor'", soon, more versions of different ones jumped out, and the reporter seemed to provoke Mu Yunxuan on the Internet like a provocation, and he has been constantly enhancing the topicality of public opinion.

Faced with this reporter's approach, Mu Yunxuan was very disgusted. His reputation has been greatly damaged because of this, and his topicality on the Internet has only increased.

At this moment, Mo Qingyi appeared in front of Mu Yunxuan with courtesy. She sat ambiguously on Mu Yunxuan's office chair, comforting Mu Yunxuan, who kept rubbing her temples with her hands on the desk.

"Mu Yunxuan, don't get tired. I'm going to be distressed. Then he pretended to look at Mu Yunxuan with pity and pity, and looked at Mu Yunxuan distressedly. said some self-ambiguous words, but did not obey Mu Yunxuan's slightest response, Mo Qingyi changed his tone and said: "I can have a way to shut up the reporter!"

Hearing "Shut up the reporter", Mu Yunxuan suddenly raised his head and looked at her in surprise, frowning suspiciously: "Do you have a way?"

Mo Qingyi looked determined to win, nodded at Mu Yunxuan proudly, and then said, "Leave this matter to me." ”

Faced with Mu Yunxuan's suspicions, Mo Qingyi knew that he would have to pay for what he said.

"Little brother, you've been very inflated lately. Soon, Mo Qingyi made an appointment with the reporter through his own channels.

Seeing Mo Qingyi, who was arrogant, sitting in the place he had agreed on, he turned his head and wanted to leave, but he was stopped by Mo Qingyi. The reporter looked at the surrounding eyes and focused on him, pressed the cap on his head, and sat opposite Mo Qingyi.

"What's the matter?" the reporter didn't want to have too much communication with Mo Qingyi, and even had a bad tone.

"Don't do that, if you do, you still won't be able to guess what I mean. That's all your brains do. Mo Qingyi deliberately provoked. He and Mo Qingwan look a little similar, if the reporter knows Mo Qingjuan, then he will naturally know who he is.

The reporter suddenly sneered, without any roundabouts: "You don't have to grind and chirp for me here, if there is something, you can speak directly, and I will leave if it's okay." ”

Looking at the reporter who was much higher than himself in an instant, Mo Qingyi was a little crazy, but when he thought of his happiness, he smiled helplessly: "Little brother is really different...... and then suddenly took out an envelope and handed it to him.

Raising eyebrows and glancing at Mo Qingyi, the reporter reached out and touched the thickness of the envelope, a pile of paper. He moved the envelope, his face full of dog legs: "I said, no wonder Miss looks so noble, it's really right." He unknowingly hid the envelope in the bag he was carrying, but his free hand kept rubbing it.

"Heh-" Mo Qingyi couldn't help but sneer. She just likes such an interesting author. Mo Qingyi handed a secret photo of Le Zhengyu and Mo Qingjuan to reporters.

"These two?" the reporter took the photo with some disdain, and his tone was very loud. He took the photo and looked back and forth: "This is not as topical as the big president!"

"The purpose of my search for you today is to seal your mouth......" Mo Qingyi looked at the reporter's waist because of one of her envelopes, and the money bag had become bulging.

"Of course I know. The reporter smiled, and then pocketed all the photos he had seen: "What is the boss going to do with these two people?"

"Heh-let's just say, Mo Qingjuan's child is Le Zhengyu's, it's okay. Mo Qingyi thought that Mo Qingxuan's reputation was going to decline tonight, and she could also think of how Mu Yunxuan, who had been almost crazy for Mo Qinghuan in the past few days, would react after seeing the news.

The reporter looked at Mo Qingyi, who had a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but feel a fur in his heart. After he answered, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Mo Qingyi.

Mo Qingyi stood up and slowly passed by the reporter, deliberately stopped and whispered in his ear when he was in his ear: "Remember, don't play tricks on me, I have a way to kill you!" and then left in a good mood, leaving the reporter in a cold sweat.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Regarding Mu Yunxuan's public opinion, the topicality on the Internet has greatly decreased, but the airborne "Mo Qingxuan's deceased child is suspected of being Le Zhengyu" made Mu Yunxuan's heart ache.

Mu Yunxuan, who was restless in the office, immediately got up, but he didn't know what to do?

"Mo Qingxuan, Mo Qingwan, where are you? Why haven't you shown up yet?" Mu Yunxuan tilted his whole head back, put his arms on his eyes, and looked tired.