Chapter 162: Anger of the Crowd
The light yellow skirt stained with dust and stains bloomed between the girl's legs in layers, and the delicate and gorgeous patterns and elegant and soft cuts were no longer the elegant and gorgeous in the past, but decadent stained with dirty dust and sticky cold sweat, exuding a rotten and evil smell like a failed flower.
Rong Yanyan casually glanced at the fragmented camera components, hooked his lips and sneered mercilessly:
"But if you think about it carefully, a reporter like you with a meager salary and a lowly status naturally has no money to buy any good cameras, and it can be regarded as a complement to your lowly status if you can afford this kind of pirated goods."
"You, you, you wicked man!"
The honest male reporter could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and his tall and sturdy body pounced on Rong Yan like a fierce beast predator: "Since your parents didn't teach you how to behave well, then let me teach you how to respect others!" ”
His scarlet eyes tightly grasped the collar of his face, and his original dignified appearance had already become hideous and distorted under the monstrous anger: "Even if it is a cheap pirated product I bought, you are not qualified to snatch and smash my camera!" You are just a rice worm that relies on the protection of your parents, and you are nothing without Rong's, not even a bed bug! ”
The man's angry roar fell on everyone's hearts, and the rest of the reporters couldn't help but clench their fists when they heard Rong Yanyan's arrogant words.
What if they were lowly journalists? No matter how meager the salary is, no matter how hard the work is, they still rely on their own skills to make money and eat!
One didn't steal and the other didn't rob, why was he insulted by someone so high-minded? The reporters gathered in the crowd raised their cameras indignantly and recorded the arrogant and vicious words of their faces.
Unexpectedly, Yan Yan was caught off guard by a male reporter, she stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes in horror, but she still refused to admit defeat and scolded: "What if I am a rice worm who relies on my parents to protect me?" At least I have the capital to be a rice worm, but what about you? ”
She stared at the man's angry scarlet eyes, and her makeup was messy and mottled with undisguised malice and mockery: "What qualifications does a lowly ant who has been destined to fall into the bottom of society since birth have to reprimand and teach me?" Let me tell you, if you dare to hurt me half a point, the huge medical expenses and loss expenses alone will be enough for you to spend the rest of your life in poverty, or even go to prison! ”
Before the words fell, the fierce wind whistled through the air and hit her left cheek, and her face was frightened by the man's angry counterattack and froze in place for an instant, staring at the opponent's strong and powerful arms with stiff hands and feet, and the hard iron fist that swept the wind.
Just as Rong Yanyan closed her eyes in horror and despair, ready to bear the crazy anger of the male reporter, a scene unexpected happened in front of her eyes.
The iron fist that swept the fierce wind did not fall on her delicate (red and swollen) cheeks, but struck the billboard behind her with a slanting oblique brush, through the messy long light brown curls.
Rong Yan Yan was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and his embarrassed body no longer had the slightest bit of nobility and elegance in the past, and the crowd gathered around saw Yan Yan's staggering posture, and they all avoided it like a snake and scorpion and quickly dispersed and retreated, as if the resentful and crazy girl in front of him was some kind of dirty and filthy existence, for fear of being contaminated with unclean bad luck and bad luck.
"Now you know you're scared? Don't worry, I won't beat you, I never beat women, let alone a vicious and rude little girl like you. The good-looking male reporter snorted coldly and slowly withdrew the hard iron fist that had hit the billboard.
He put his slightly reddened fist in front of his eyes closely, and his low voice revealed undisguised warning and hatred: "But if I don't beat you, it doesn't mean that I let you go so easily, on the contrary, I want to thank you for providing me with such a wonderful scene." Miss Yung, we'll see you tomorrow on the headlines. ”
The reporters gathered around stepped forward one after another, and countless cameras and cameras poured in front of Rong Yanyan like a tide: "Dare to ask Miss Rong's arrogant attitude, is it the result of her parents' lack of teaching?" Or is it that the Rong family is the most noble family in Xuan City? ”
The indignant reporters scrambled to push and shove, and men and women of all kinds with different appearances looked at Rong Yan with sharp eyes: "I heard that your Rong mother and daughter killed other people's children many years ago, and tried in vain to mutilate the other party to make them disappear in Xuan City, how does the Rong family plan to deal with this matter?" ”
The dazzling flashes were refracted on her red and swollen face one after another, and the girl's vicious and distorted appearance was clearly saved in the camera: "In addition, after Rong's bankruptcy and bankruptcy, does Miss Rong think she is still qualified to say such a thing?" How do you plan to live after losing your status as Yung's daughter? ”
The reporters' barrage of questions were impregnated with malice, and Yan Yan's previous contempt and contempt for them were deeply engraved in their hearts, and under the burning of anger, all kinds of tricky and sharp questions fell on Rong Yanyan's ears like hail after the rain.
"You, you don't want to stop yet!"
His face glared at the reporters who were rushing up in front of him, and he arrogantly tore apart the men and women who were asking questions and taking pictures between his arms waving, and his words were very fierce and unceremonious: "The Rong family will never go out of business, my Rong family has been standing in Xuan City for many years without falling, how can you be shaken by spreading rumors and making trouble?" ”
Her long, messy curly hair, and the diamond necklace she wore between her collarbones were torn apart by the angry crowd and mercilessly discarded on the floor tiles in the midst of tearing insults with reporters.
The glittering precious gems were trampled back and forth by the crowd that gathered around them, crushing them. Until the shimmering diamond facets were trampled into the cracks of the floor tiles, and the dirty dust and the disgusted spit of the reporters soaked the luxurious necklaces, and were kicked into the middle of the street like stinking garbage.
The intense sunset light flowed through the cascading clouds in the brilliant diamonds, and the endless stream of vehicles drove by in an orderly manner, pouring heavily into the crystal of the diamonds.