When Mu Rong returned to the conference hall, the main creative team had arrived, and the press conference began.

When the reporter's question session came, Mu Rong understood why Zhang Bozhi was in a bad mood.

Most of the reporters came for her.

"Miss Cecilia Cheung, a reporter recently photographed you going to a nightclub to get drunk late at night for several days, what is your response to this?"

"Miss Zhang, Nicholas Tse has just launched a photo album recently, have you seen it?"

……

Faced with the problem of reporters bombing wildly, Zhang Bozhi's face became more and more cold.

Last year, she announced her relationship with the famous star Ting Feng in the Xiangjiang film and television industry, but they broke up after only half a year.

However, since then, every time a reporter interviews, the topic is more or less Nicholas Tse.

With a hoarse voice, she said impatiently, "I don't answer topics that have nothing to do with movies. ”

The reporters obviously refused to let her go, and still spared no effort to ask her questions, trying to dig up some valuable material.

But Zhang Bozhi directly hugged his arms, leaned on the back of the chair, and put on an uncooperative posture.

Seeing her like this, the reporters had no choice.

She doesn't answer questions, and she can't pry her mouth open to force her to answer.

So, the reporters turned their guns around and began to ask questions of others.

"Director Du, may I ask why you used a newcomer to be the leading actor in this movie?"

A male reporter sitting in the first row of the press gallery asked the first question.

Hearing this question, Mu Rong, who had been watching his nose, raised his gaze and looked at him.

Then, Mu Rong quietly put his right hand under the table, and with a slight shake, a stone the size of a grain of rice fell into his palm.

It was the right size of the stone he had just found in the flower pot in the lounge.

Du Qifeng picked up the microphone and replied unhurriedly: "I choose actors, I only look at whether they are suitable or not, I think Ah Rong is the most suitable actor to play this play, I will choose him!" ”

This answer obviously did not satisfy the male reporter, he got up and asked: "Director Du, it is understood that Mr. Mu Rong is a contracted artist of Huayi Film and Television in the mainland..."

Hearing his words, Mu Rong's hand under the table suddenly flicked his fingers.

Stop!

The stone flew silently from under the table, rubbed the granite floor and flew to the front of the press box, bounced on the ground, and then flew upward, hitting the male reporter directly at the junction of the jaw and the Adam's apple at a tricky angle.

There is the Shanglian Spring Cave, which is also known as the Dumb Cave.

The male reporter only felt as if he had been electrocuted above his throat, and his tongue was numb.

Quickly raising his hand and patting his chin, he looked around in astonishment, but found nothing.

Halfway through hearing his question, he suddenly stopped, and the reporters all turned their heads to look at him curiously.

The male reporter came back to his senses and hurriedly re-spoken, wanting to continue asking questions.

“&￥&%￥&……%￥”

He opened his mouth to say something, but all he could say was a whimper, and he couldn't make out what he was saying.

He was visibly stunned, a little puzzled.

"What did you say?"

Du Qifeng gestured: "You are louder, I can't hear clearly." ”

Opening his mouth, he moved his chin from side to side, spoke again, and raised his voice, but the words that came out were still whimpering, as if he had lost his tongue.

This time, he was a little panicked.

Biting his tongue hard, he tried again, but he still couldn't speak.

"Ahh @￥%……#&……#”

He was suddenly anxious, and desperately gestured with his hand, pointing to his mouth, and screaming.

The people on both sides were confused, not knowing what he was up to.

"What's wrong with you?"

Du Qifeng was also painted by him.

Anxious like an ant on a hot pot stomped his feet, he finally remembered the pen and paper in his hand, wrote a sentence, and handed it to a female reporter next to him.

The female reporter took a look and hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, my colleague suddenly couldn't speak, and he may need to go to the hospital." ”

"That's it! Then pay more attention to your body! ”

Du Qifeng suddenly realized, raised his hand and instructed the assistant director: "Ah Liang, send the reporter." ”

"No, no, I'll just send him."

The female reporter refused again and again, and hurriedly left the press conference with the male reporter.

When she came to the elevator, the female reporter looked back at the direction of the conference hall, and then lowered her voice and asked anxiously: "What are you doing?" Why don't you ask halfway? ”

"Ababa! Ahh ”

The male reporter said helplessly, took out a pen and paper, and replied to her in writing: "I'm really speechless, and I don't know why!" ”

"Is it aphasia?"

The female reporter looked at him suspiciously: "You shouldn't have had a stroke, right?" ”

His eyes widened in horror, and the male reporter hurriedly screamed and wrote on a piece of paper: "Take me to the hospital!" ”

No anti-theft

The female reporter glanced at his words and asked, "Then I'll take you to the hospital, what should I do here?" ”

The male reporter was stunned for a moment, and immediately fell into hesitation.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and wrote on the paper: "You stay here to do business, and I will go to the hospital by myself." ”

"Can you do it?"

The female reporter looked at him worriedly.

"If you can't do it, you have to do it! The duck to the beak can't let it fly! ”

The male reporter looked ruthless when he wanted money and didn't want to die.

"Okay then! You go first, I'll look for you when I'm done here. ”

The female reporter sent the male reporter to the taxi and hurried back to the press conference.

Seeing her go and return, Du Qifeng asked suspiciously: "Is your colleague okay?" ”

"Oh, he's fine, just a little tired, I'll let him go back and rest first."

The female reporter explained awkwardly and returned to her original position.

When Du Qifeng heard this, he didn't care, so he looked at other reporters and asked, "What's the problem?" ”

The female reporter sorted out her mood, and after the other reporters asked two more questions, she raised her hand and asked, "I have a question for Mr. Mu Rong." ”

Mu Rong looked at her with a smile and nodded, "Excuse me." ”

The female reporter got up and asked: "According to your information, you are an artist of Huayi Film and Television in the mainland, but it is said that you..."

Halfway through her questioning, her jaw suddenly went numb, and the whole person trembled, stunned on the spot.

Seeing that she stopped halfway through the question again, the reporters all looked over.

The man just asked and stopped talking, why is she like this?

Can't you speak?

"What?"

Mu Rong looked at her with a smile: "You continue." ”

The female reporter touched her chin and opened her mouth to say something, but only uttered a string of nonsense exactly like the male reporter just now.

"%¥¥*¥......&Ababa!"

Airplanes!

There was a commotion in the press gallery.

What's the situation?

Why are these two people speechless in the middle of their words?

Mu Rong looked at the female reporter who was holding her chin and was so anxious that she was about to cry, her expression was calm.

He already knew that someone was going to mess with him, how could he possibly let them succeed?

Wang Zhongjun had no idea who he wanted to deal with.