As if he was very annoyed, the man threw the information in his hand casually, and crushed his feet with force: "That unscrupulous reporter, I want to make him unable to live in this city." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man raised his head, revealing a pair of dangerous eyes, black, endless, indulged in his eyes.

Shang showed a little green face, clean and transparent white, which was the background color of his skin.

The whole body is like a dormant leopard, with sharp and cunning eyes, waiting to give the prey a fatal blow.

Early the next morning, Weibo of various TV stations broke out the reporter's secret actions.

Since then, the Internet has become an invisible and sharp face, which accurately penetrates into the back of reporters.

Internet trolls, keyboard warriors, or all sorts of self-proclaimed "righteous people" all turn their heads to attack reporters at this time. They didn't have the slightest guilt or self-blame, as if Ji Xiaxi deserved to be treated with the most vicious words.

Journalists fleeing like rats crossing the street have no job, no friends, and no place to go.

A person who has been trampled on the bottom, has nothing, but has monstrous resentment, is undoubtedly the most cutting knife.

"Since you don't want me to have a good time, then don't blame me for doing it!" The reporter's venomous eyes narrowed dangerously, and countless viciousness had been plotted in his head.

The misunderstanding was resolved, the truth was revealed, and the burden on his back was suddenly unloaded, and Ji Xiaxi couldn't help but feel relaxed. It was a nice sunny and cloudless day.

She stretched, moving her muscles and bones, which had been stiff for many days, and smiled after a long time. Dressed neatly, with some light makeup, carrying the latest summer bag, he pushed open the door of the room that he had not seen for a long time.

Near the community, someone had been waiting for a long time, and as soon as he saw Ji Xiaxi at the door, he showed a triumphant smile. He lowered the brim of his hat, bowed his head slightly, and followed her quietly.

Gradually, Ji Xiaxi noticed that something was wrong, and she always felt that there were footsteps behind her. She couldn't think about it too much, so she immediately sped up and ran, and the person behind her finally seized this opportunity, how could she be allowed to escape like this?

So the footsteps as tight as the beat of a drum followed, and Ji Xiaxi was not a vegetarian, she picked a place with a lot of people to run. In this way, a life-and-death battle unfolded on the busy streets.

Ji Xiaxi's heart was pounding, and she didn't know where she had run, but she had to run to a place with many obstacles. Suddenly, she found that there was no road ahead, and it turned out that she had run into a dead end.

The footsteps behind him became tighter and clearer. Her eyes widened in horror and she turned away, and the tall man smiled at her, but it was chilling.

"I advise you not to waste your efforts, do you think you are a bird? Can you still fly out of the wall? The man's smile was chilling and disgusting.

She just watched the tall man move closer to her step by step, the shadow above her head was like a demon, with the ability to devour the heavens and the earth, she seemed to have been taken to a black hole by the demon, and she was constantly weightless, gradually unable to see the sun.

She watched as the shadows grew bigger and bigger, like a fine net, making it impossible to breathe. Finally, the net was projected onto him, as if ready to dismantle himself at any moment. 591 net

Vain resistance, useless struggle, finally Ji Xiaxi no longer has the strength, like a bird with broken wings, unable to fall, his eyes are unyielding and round, but the despair exuded from his whole body cannot be ignored.

The man looked at the prey in his hand, and a greedy smile spread across his face.

He took out the mobile phone in his pocket and called Jimo Yan, who threatened Jimo Yan to exchange money for people, otherwise he would tear up the ticket.

After Jimo Yan learned of this, he immediately secretly called the police, and their family had an inextricable relationship with the police station, so they were not afraid of the news of the police leaking.

At this time, as soon as Mo Yan learned the news of Ji Xiaxi's kidnapping, he immediately ordered his subordinates to investigate the matter. Vowed to find the position of the heroine. Finally, the hard work paid off, and within a moment and a half, his subordinates determined Ji Xiaxi's positioning.

He immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare the vehicle and quickly went to the kidnapping place to save the heroine. But by the time they arrived at the abandoned factory, the journalists had already fled, leaving only the poor scapegoats who assisted them.

Seeing his beloved woman fall into a coma and lie on the ground weakly, Ji Mo Yan's heart hurt like being scratched by a cat. Even breathing only exacerbates the pain.

He looked around at the subdued scapegoats with a grim face, and personally interrogated the whereabouts of the reporters one by one. Of course, these scapegoats found out that something was wrong, and the mastermind had already taken advantage of the chaos. So it was easy to find out the whereabouts of the reporter.

Seeing that these criminals had no use value, their subordinates asked in a low voice, "What should we do with this group of people?" The gloomy voice seemed to come from the eighteen layers of hell: "There is no mercy for killing!" ”

At this time, the airport was already full of police and people who were strict with them, and they surrounded the entire airport. Each of them lay dormant in secret, intently waiting for the figure to appear.

Suddenly, a man wearing a peaked cap, a mask on his face, and a tightly wrapped whole body attracted the attention of the police. He looked around with a shrunken expression.

As soon as Ji Moyan saw this figure, without the slightest hesitation, he determined that he was a reporter. So, he said a few words into the walkie-talkie in his hand, and the words were like ice and piercing people's hearts.

The reporter looked at the people who surrounded him like ghosts, and knew that he was gone, and he did not resist at all, but he was so depressed that he left his luggage and hung his head in frustration.

After a few days, Ji Xiaxi's body gradually improved, his heart gradually withdrew from fear, and his face gradually became ruddy. Everything is progressing in a good direction, except for this sticky Jimo Yan beside him.

Every day, Jimo Yan would find all kinds of reasons to come to the hospital and face Ji Xiaxi. She looked at this man whose skin was thicker than the city walls, and there was nothing she could do. The words are all said, the good and the ugly, but he is like a nobody, and he still smiles and smiles every day.

Finally, on this day, the doctor informed the patient that he could be discharged, and Ji Xiaxi was very excited after hearing this, she could finally get rid of the sticky essence! When Jimo Yan on the other side heard it, he was naturally like a frosted eggplant, and the whole person was depressed.

Things came to an end, that is, the father and the shareholders of the company still did not give up on Ji Xiaxi, and used various tempting conditions to let Ji Xiaxi continue to be the spokesperson of the company.

But where would Jimo Yan follow, before the company's invitation came to Ji Xiaxi's hands, he was blocked by Jimo Yan. After all, An Ming and the reporter's matter, now that he thinks about it, his back will still be cold. How could he let his woman be suspected of it!

Gradually, the sound of Jimo Yan's calf protection more or less penetrated into the ears of the father.

Looking at his son, he always looks willful that he hasn't grown up, but he is so interested in a girl.