The president of a multinational corporation came to see a doctor with his wife and children late at night, just like ordinary people.

He could already anticipate how hot the feedback would be after he broke the news tomorrow.

At that time, he will become a new gossip blogger, and this gossip news will replace the brilliant achievements of those people, so as to marry Bai Fumei and reach the peak of life.

The man is still secretly thinking about his bright future and an infinitely better future. Just as he walked out of the hospital with his camera, a man in black walked up to him.

There was a not-so-obvious scar on the man's forehead, but through the dim streetlights, it was enough for the little reporter to see clearly.

Suddenly seeing the person who looks like the underworld in the dark night still makes the little reporter's heart tremble. He admits that he hasn't done anything unseemly, except for the scandalous news about Gong Yeqing that he filmed tonight, he has no value on him.

Thinking like this, he was a little more vigilant, and couldn't help but hug the camera in his arms tightly. Not only because it contained enough information to change his fate, but also because the camera was the only thing he had valued.

So no matter what the purpose of the man in front of him is, he has to protect the camera in his arms.

The man in front of him smiled, as if to laugh at his indiscretion. If he really wanted to snatch the camera in his arms, he would definitely not be able to stop him with his small size.

"Follow me." The man's voice was hoarse, and it was a little oozing to the ears of the little reporter.

"Who are you?" Even if it was death, he wanted to die to understand.

"Come here and you'll know." After the man finished speaking, he turned his head and walked out, and he seemed to be sure that the little reporter would follow him.

The bitter cold wind was biting, and the young reporter kept up with the man's pace in confusion, still holding his camera tightly in his hand.

The man found a secluded place before he stopped. The young reporter followed the man's footsteps, thinking of a way to escape the man who looked dangerous, and he didn't notice the man stop for a while, almost hitting the man's back.

The little reporter was stunned, touched his nose and came back to his senses, he vaguely heard a somewhat muffled laugh from the man in black, as if he was laughing at him for being clumsy in doing things.

"What are you laughing at, what's so funny?" The young reporter, who was enraged by the laughter of the man in black, asked angrily.

A dark color crossed the man's eyes, and he shook his head calmly: "There was a little wild cat that almost hit me just now, and I was laughing at it." ”

The little reporter was stunned, where did the little wild cat come from? Why didn't he see it? Thinking about it, I turned around and looked around, but there was nothing.

It wasn't until he vaguely heard the man's muffled laughter again that the little reporter suddenly understood, it turned out that the man was talking about him, where was the little wild cat, obviously laughing at him!

"Hmph, what do you have to say quickly, I'm going to go home and sleep when I'm done?" He originally thought that the man in black was a big brother of the underworld who killed people without blinking, but he didn't expect that a smile would appear on his serious face.

The nervousness in his heart also disappeared a lot, and he was pretending to be calm at this time, but in fact, his legs were trembling.

"Don't worry, let's talk about what you've been shooting for so long tonight?" The man in black inadvertently took a step forward, psychologically oppressing the little reporter, making him want to retreat.

That's what the little reporter thought in his heart, and actually did it. It's really because the man in black oppresses him too much, so he can't help but want to keep a certain distance from the man.

That's of course the farther away the better.

He stepped back step by step, and the man in black seemed to have discovered a fun game. The little reporter retreats, the man in black enters, the little reporter retreats, the man in black enters again, the little reporter retreats, and the man in black continues to enter.

The two were at a stalemate, the expression on the little reporter's face was extremely serious, and he stared closely at the man in black in front of him. The face of the man in black barely changed, but suddenly showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

The little reporter's heart trembled, and his intuition told him that this expression was dangerous. In those gangster movies, the meaning behind this expression is usually.

His nerves reached a state of high tension, and he didn't realize that his steps were not moving at all, but were just doing the same movements.

It was still the man in black in front of him, and this time he finally couldn't help laughing, and he realized how ridiculous he was.

Sadly finding that he had no way out, he leaned against the unusually cold wall, and a classic line flashed in his mind: Mom, help.

The man in black in front of him seemed to see the nervousness in his eyes, and couldn't help but suggest: "It's better for you to pass out, so that I can consider letting you go." ”

Almost the next second after the man finished speaking, the little reporter hurried. No, it was a sudden fainting.

There are three black lines hanging from the man's forehead, this person is really innocent! If he had just said that he would only be able to let him go if he died. Is he going to hit the wall in the next second?

The man in black shook his head, but still cooperated to catch the little reporter's uncontrollable sliding body.

He explained to himself that it was just because the weather was too cold now and the flu was so bad. I just don't want to see him frozen to death on the streets.

When he came over before, he parked the car not far away. The man in black picked up the little reporter in his arms and weighed his weight by the way.

It's too light, and I don't know what this small body grew up eating.

The little reporter, who suddenly felt that he was being picked up, couldn't help but open his eyes, stared at the big grape-like round eyes and looked at the man who still maintained a calm face in this situation, and couldn't help but ask.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Didn't you say that as long as I passed out, you would consider letting me go? Why don't you talk like a man? ”

He didn't realize that the initial nervousness he had faced with the man had vanished, replaced by extremely poor questioning and dissatisfaction.

The man in black shook his head with a serious face: "I didn't say anything, I just thought about it." It's you who are too naïve. ”

What？ The little reporter felt that his delicate glass heart had been greatly damaged.

"Shameless." He seemed to forget that his whole body was now in the hands of the "gang boss", and he turned his head angrily, not wanting to look at the man who hated people anymore.

When the young reporter waited until he was put in the back seat, he immediately got up and wanted to open the car door on his side and escape.

It's a pity that the man's hand is quick, and before he opens the door, he quickly locks the door.

"Put away your unrealistic ideas." The man in black sat beside him and said lightly, "Drive." ”

The little reporter hung his head weakly, and it seemed that he couldn't escape today. He leaned back in his seat tiredly: "Big brother, where did I provoke you?" ”

The man in black tugged at the corners of his mouth: "What have you photographed, let's enjoy it together, shall we?" ”

The little reporter who heard his words immediately hugged the camera in his arms tighter, and his head shook like a rattle: "No, I didn't shoot anything." ”

Not knowing that he had already been betrayed by the expression and behavior on his face, he glanced at the man in black and said hesitantly: "If you don't have anything else, I'll go home." ”

The man in black frowned, obviously noncommittal to his words, how could he just let him go.

He looked at the little reporter in front of him, the man. No, more precisely, a boy, with red lips and white teeth, and his delicate facial features make him like a harmless little white rabbit. When I'm angry, my eyes are red, as if I'm going to be anxious with you in the next second.

"Didn't you just lie? I'll give you another chance. The man's eyes were like those of a leopard, full of aggression.

The little white rabbit was startled, subconsciously shrank back, and hit the car window with a "bang".

"Ah, it hurts."

The man in black reacted unusually fast, and almost the moment the little reporter hit the door or window, he put his hand on the back of his head.

The expected pain hit, and the man in black couldn't help but laugh. Obviously, he had already put his hand on the back of his head, and it was he who was hurt even more, and the boy was still crying out in pain.

It was really as delicate as a flower, and the man in black shook his head and silently withdrew his injured hand.

"I'm going home, will you let me go home?" The tears in the little white rabbit's eyes seemed to flow out in the next second, and the man in black shook his head and refused his request.

"We'll let you go back after we talk about it." The man paused, and there was a hint of inquiry in his voice: "I saw you hiding in the corner and secretly filming Gong Yeqing, let's say, what is your purpose?" ”

The little white rabbit blinked a few times and nodded suddenly: "I know." You're someone sent by Gong Yeqing, aren't you? ”

As he spoke, he hugged the camera in his arms tighter, and he had to rely on the photos in it to get rich overnight and marry a daughter-in-law. You can't just be taken away.

The appearance of the little white rabbit "protecting food" was particularly cute, and the man in black didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

It's really a harmless little white rabbit, if he is really Gong Yeqing's person, he will just snatch the camera away, and he is still talking nonsense to him here.

"First, I'm not from Gong Yeqing. Second, I'm not going to snatch your camera. Thirdly, I just want to know what your purpose is for secretly shooting, maybe we can work together. ”

"Cooperation?" The little white rabbit asked in disbelief as his big round eyes widened.

What is there about him that people can work with? The little white rabbit shook his head and said decisively: "I know, you are lying to me, right?" What kind of cooperation, but you just want me to obediently hand over the photos you took secretly, right? ”