What is a journalist? They are tigers, they are wolves, they are uncrowned kings.

Reporters are terrible, and reporters who have been approved by the leaders are even more terrible, and they don't care if you are here in the Beijing Club or where you are -- the leaders say that there is news here, and they run up regardless of the waiters' obstruction.

"Bang-"

With a loud bang, the door opened, followed by a blinding flash of light and the sound of a shutter.

"You can't shoot, you can't shoot, you can't come in here." At this time, the waitress who had blocked Yan Murong before ran in in a panic, trying to squeeze through the crowd and standing in front to stop these reporters from filming.

"Yan—ah, how can this be?"

Just about to talk to Yan Murong, the waitress was stunned by the scene in front of her.

Two people and one girl, they didn't do anything unseemly, Xue Wen sat on the sofa in a regular manner, while the other single sofa fell to the ground. Looking at the two men again, one was still smiling at everything in front of him, and the other was half of his face swollen.

"What the hell are they doing in there?" The waitress thought in surprise.

"Pedal, pedal—"

At this moment, there was another powerful sound of footsteps outside, and it sounded like there were still a lot of people, even if there were thick stalls on the ground outside, they couldn't suppress the dull footsteps.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

There was a loud shout, and then the reporters who were still studying what was going on here were forcibly separated, and then, a group of soldiers armed with real guns and ammunition squeezed in, and after all the soldiers stood up, a middle-aged man in military uniform and a middle-aged woman with a golden bean on his shoulder walked in.

"Get all these reporters out, confiscate all the cameras and camcorders, delete the contents and return them to them." Chang Pozhi's voice said coldly to a lieutenant colonel standing behind him.

"Yes, Chief!" The lieutenant colonel saluted, and with a wave of his hand, the group of soldiers swarmed up. After a while, there were only three parties left in the room, Chang Pozhi and his wife—and the waitress standing there with a confused and overwhelmed face.

"Go out and close the door." Chang Pozhi looked at the waitress expressionlessly and said.

"My son—"

As soon as the door closed, Huang Meilan suddenly screamed, and pounced on Chang Xiaopeng, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, and cried.

"Yan Murong?" Chang Pozhi picked up the sofa that was kicked down by Yan Murong, and after sitting down, he glanced lightly at Xue Wen, who was sitting there with a panicked face, and then looked at Yan Murong and said. "Today's event, that's it?"

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded with a smile on his face.

Chang Pozhi can sit in the position of the leader of the Yanjing Military Region, he is definitely not a mediocre person, and Yan Murong, this thing is a fox who has become a fine, the moment the reporter broke in, he understood that all this was carefully arranged by someone, and as soon as Chang Pozhi and his wife came, he was even more sure of this possibility.

Yan Murong thought to himself, no matter who arranged these things, he had miscalculated anyway. They definitely didn't expect that Chang Pozhi would handle this matter in a low-key manner, and did not use reporters to make a big deal about it.

Everyone is a smart person, Chang Pozhi doesn't want to tear his face, Yan Murong is happy to be idle.

"Pozhi, what did you say? That's it? ”

Hearing her husband say this, Huang Meilan, who was crying bitterly with Chang Xiaopeng in her arms, suddenly stood up, pointed at Yan Murong and shouted at the top of her voice. "It's him, it's he who beat Xiaopeng like this-look, look, look at what he beat your son to, how can you, a father, not care? You brought so many people and told them to arrest them. ”

"Shut up." Chang Pozhi shouted coldly.

"Why, why should I shut up?" When her son was beaten, Huang Mei was furious, and when she was called by Chang Pozhi, her temper suddenly came up.

"Chang Pozhi, I followed you when you were a small battalion commander, right? It's been almost thirty years, giving birth to children, and you dare to yell at me? ――Xiaopeng is your son, and you don't care if he is beaten like this little bastard? Do you still wear a father? ”

Listening to Huang Meilan's words, Yan Murong had a headache.

Why don't you go home and come back after the quarrel? Yan Murong thought.

However, that little mongrel hooked Yan Murong's anger.

"Were you just scolding me?" Yan Murong looked at Huang Meilan and asked with a smile.

"I'm just scolding you, okay?" Huang Meilan crossed her waist with one hand, pointed at Yan Murong with the other, and put on a standard posture of a shrew scolding the street, and shouted. "What's wrong with me scolding you? You've beaten my son like this, and I can't scold you yet? Uneducated little brute. ”

"Okay, the scolding is quite energetic." The smile on Yan Murong's face became thicker.

"Shut up and take him to the hospital."

Seeing Yan Murong's smile, Chang Pozhi shouted at Huang Meilan in a loud voice.

Although I haven't seen Yan Murong's style of acting, I have heard a lot of about this kid, whoever beats him, he will kill whoever scolds him, he will fight back.

"Why should I shut up? Chang Pozhi, I'll tell you today, if you don't get an explanation for my son, I will divorce you tomorrow. ”

"I'll tell you to shut up." Chang Pozhi's head was so big that he frowned and said coldly. "Today's matter, don't tell anyone, whatever I say, you do it for me - if you want a divorce, whatever you want."

Hearing Chang Pozhi's words, Huang Meilan was stunned for a moment, and then began to cry.

"Chang Pozhi, you bastard, that's how you treat our mother and son? Your son was beaten by this little brute, and you still want to divorce me? If you leave, who is afraid of whom? I-"

As soon as the word "I" came out, the voice stopped abruptly.

You can beat me, scold me, spit on me, but you can't be inferior to my family, this is Yan Murong's rule.

So, after Huang Meilan scolded the little bastard three or four times, Yan Murong didn't care who her mother or wife she was, she stepped forward in two steps, raised her leg and kicked sideways on the spot, Huang Meilan flew out, and then lay on the ground, her mouth completely closed.

"Yan Murong, what are you doing?"

Yan Murong's speed was too fast, and his shot was too sudden, so that Chang Pozhi didn't react at all. By the time she reacted, Huang Meilan was already lying on the ground and fainted.

"She scolded me." Yan Murong pointed at Huang Meilan and said.

"You-"

Chang Po's whole body trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

He can bear beating his son, after all, this thing is very strange, and he doesn't want to make a big fuss, but his wife was also beaten, which made him unbearable.

A family of three and two were beaten, if this is spread out, how will he see people in the future? Even if it doesn't spread out, even if you think about it, you feel hot on your face.

"Someone." Chang Pozhi yelled at the door.

"Please instruct the chief." The lieutenant colonel officer from before walked in, looked at Chang Pozhi and said.

"He's- get him back for me." Pointing at Yan Murong, Chang Po shouted angrily.

PS: Why don't you give flowers recently? You see, Long Night never asks for tickets, and it's so difficult to ask for two flowers...... There are enough flowers for those great gods, and you may not remember you if you send them to others, so you might as well send them to me, and I'll miss you well, hehe.