After the middle-aged reporter saw Mu Rong's face, he only felt that the blood all over his body was about to be frozen!

It's over!

It's been discovered!

He had watched Mu Rong's match, and at this moment, a series of images of Mu Rong's KO opponents flashed back to his mind like a marquee.

In those pictures, the faces of the players who were knocked out by Mu Rong were replaced with his appearance.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of his forehead.

He held the coin in his hand, and it felt like he was holding a piece of red coal.

He finally understood that his shot was not frozen and cracked, but exploded by this coin!

And the person who used this coin to blow up his camera would not be someone else, it was this evil god standing outside his car!

Oh, my God!

Sitting across the road, sitting in a car, and using a coin to accurately blow up the lens of a camera?

Is this something that humans can do?

No wonder someone can become a world champion, this is really kung fu!

The middle-aged reporter regretted it, why did he take over this private job?

His head is much bigger than the lens, if Mu Rong is aiming at his head, then he will be cold at this moment!

Dongdong!

Mu Rong knocked on the car window again.

The middle-aged reporter was startled, and then rolled down the window tremblingly, squeezing out a dry smile: "Mu Champion, have you eaten?" ”

He didn't want to open the window, but he was afraid that if he didn't open it again, Mu Rong would smash the window with a punch and drag him out of the car.

"Well, just finished eating."

Mu Rong glanced at the camera in his hand and asked with a smile: "The big reporter is still working so late?" ”

"Isn't this a mixed meal..."

The middle-aged reporter's smiling face twitched: "Are you going back to rest?" Go to bed early! Pay attention to your body, staying up late is not good for your health..."

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"Well, I'm going back, and suddenly I heard the sound of broken glass here, I thought there was a thief smashing the window of the car to steal something, so I came over to take a look."

Mu Rong glanced at the camera in his hand and said with a smile: "The camera is broken?" ”

Looking at the smile on the corner of Mu Rong's mouth, the middle-aged reporter shuddered, and hurriedly nodded like pounding garlic: "Oops! This broken camera is garbage, it freezes when it's cold, the lens is scrapped, you are tired, help me throw it away? ”

As he spoke, he handed the camera out and looked at Mu Rong with a stiff smile.

Seeing him like this, Mu Rong was very satisfied.

Taking the camera, Mu Rong said with a smile: "The quality of these Japanese goods is unreliable, and it is not easy for me to see you for the New Year, so be it!" I'll send you a new camera. ”

"No, no, no!"

The middle-aged reporter waved his hand again and again.

"It's okay, it's my New Year's gift for you."

Mu Rong stretched out his hand: "Show me the press card." ”

“……”

The middle-aged reporter froze for a moment before taking out the press card from his arms and handing it to Mu Rong.

""Showbiz" magazine, Zhu Shengming, okay, I remember you."

Mu Rong returned his press card to him and said with a smile: "I'll have someone send you a new camera when I go back." ”

"I really don't need to..."

Zhu Shengming was about to cry.

"Definitely."

Mu Rong smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "See you back, I wish you a happy new year!" ”

With that, Mu Rong turned around and crossed the road and returned to the car.

watched him drive away, and it wasn't until his taillights disappeared that Zhu Shengming breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's scared to death..."

He patted his chest, gasping for air, and felt like his heart was going to jump out of his throat.

After a while, he took out his mobile phone and broadcast a number to go out: "Boss Wang, I won't take this job, and I won't take the money, I'm afraid that I have a life to earn and no life to spend!" ”

Driving towards Liu Yifei's house, Mu Rong thought while driving.

Clearly, the journalist was instructed to do so.

As to who instructed him, the answer is obvious.

The only person he can be regarded as an enemy is Wang Zhongjun.

will use this kind of trick against him, except for Wang Zhongjun, there will be no one else.

Although the trouble was solved, Mu Rong was still a little annoyed.

Wang Zhongjun always tries to disgust him like this, and it is indeed not a solution.

Just kill it once and for all!

A hint of fierceness flashed in Mu Rong's eyes.

With his methods, if he wants to kill someone, it will not be a problem at all, and he will not leave the slightest handle.

"Table... Cousin? ”

Liu Yifei's hesitant voice came.

Mu Rong looked back at her, and Liu Yifei couldn't help but tremble.

Mu Rong was stunned for a moment, then got rid of distracting thoughts, softened his eyes, and explained gently: "I'm not glaring at you, I'm just thinking about things." ”

"The look in your eyes just now was so scary, it looked like you were going to kill someone."

Liu Yifei was still shocked and a little afraid.

"No, how could it be?"

Mu Rong denied it.

"You leave them alone."

Liu Yifei thought that he was angry because he was secretly photographed by reporters, so she reached out and held his palm, and said seriously: "I'm not afraid of other people's nonsense, what others want to say is someone else's business, don't care about them, we just need to be happy!" ”

Holding her hand, Mu Rong smiled and nodded, "Hmm." ”

Liu Yifei smiled, then picked up his hand and rubbed it against his face, and muttered: "Your eyes just now really scared me, I'm so afraid that something will happen to you." ”

"Don't worry."

Mu Rong explained softly; "I'll be fine, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

Perhaps still a little worried, after Liu Yifei returned home, she still held Mu Rong's hand tightly and refused to let go.

It wasn't until Liu Xiaoli came back that Mu Rong said goodbye and left.

Driving out of the community, Mu Rong came to the intersection and braked slowly in front of the red light.

Looking back at the broken camera on the co-pilot, Mu Rong's eyes were inexplicable.

Recalling Liu Yifei's frightened eyes just now, he sighed softly.

He was a little impulsive just now.

In this life, he is not the martial arts person whose hands are stained with blood, and he can no longer use violence to solve problems at every turn.

However, he still has to teach a lesson to the mad dog who doesn't know the height of the sky and always wants to bite him.

Taking the camera, he took out the film inside and stuffed it into his pocket.

The green light turned on, and he spun the wheel and drove in the opposite direction home.

……

At noon the next day, Wang Zhongjun, who had not woken up from a hangover, sat up from the bed and rubbed his messy hair.

Last night, because he was humiliated by the boss of the loan company, he was in a bad mood and drank a lot of alcohol, so that his head hurt a little.

As he was rubbing his temples, his hand suddenly stiffened, and then he looked to the side.

Next to his pillow was a camera with a broken lens!

Thoughts raced in his heart, and he swallowed.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number.

Zhu Shengming's voice came out of his mobile phone: "Boss Wang, I told you, it's not about money..."

"Reporter Zhu, let me ask you something..."

Wang Zhongjun's voice was a little hoarse: "What brand is the camera you were broken in?" ”

"Canon New F-1, what's wrong?"

Wang Zhongjun didn't know what model the camera in front of him was, but he still recognized the logo on the fuselage.

Without saying anything, he hung up the phone and redialed the assistant's number: "Hello? Book me a ticket to France, I'm going out and hide for a while..."

Meanwhile, Mu Rong and Liu Yifei were sitting on a plane to Hangzhou.

They have finished their vacation and are going to fly to the vertical store to join the group filming.

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