The development of Qingyang Temple was decided, Chu Hanxing and Fu Jia went down the mountain, ready to go to see the house, as soon as they appeared, the flash of the camera clicked and flashed.

Then many reporters rushed up, holding the microphone and pointing at Chu Hanxing, and the camera behind him took a picture of Chu Hanxing at 365 degrees without dead ends, and there were even entertainment reporters broadcasting live.

They ask all sorts of sharp questions.

"What do you think of the video of the banquet that leaked out? Why should you cut ties with the parents who raised you? Because they're not your biological parents? You're being heartless. ”

"I heard that it was your engagement banquet that day, is your fiancé an insider? When are you going to make it public? ”

"With the boycott of your fans, that horse farm went out of business, will you stand up and take responsibility for it?"

"You just became popular but turned around and terminated the contract with your old club, they single-handedly brought you out, are you a little ungrateful in doing so?"

Fu Jia had a calm face: "She didn't promise to accept your interview!" You're going to call the police like this again! ”

Everyone turned a deaf ear, and even recognized him, and continued to ask: "May I ask if the second son of Daxin Group is your fiancé?" He also approves of you breaking off with your parents... Absolutely unrelated... Is it? ”

There was a cold wind, and the microphone connection was not very smooth, and it became intermittent.

Xiao Tao snorted coldly: "Master, I'll help you drive them all away!" ”

Chu Hanxing shook his head and looked at the last male reporter who asked a question: "When you went out to prostitute the night before yesterday, you forgot to bring salt home for your wife, don't forget it today." ”

The male reporter was flustered for a moment, and the professionalism of Yuji for a long time made him calm down immediately.

"I don't know what you're talking about? Do you want to change the subject? Why do you want to build a character for yourself? ”

Chu Hanxing's expression was faint, "No. 365 of Hongguifang, No. 63 technician." ”

The male reporter's pupils shrank, and his face was a little ugly.

She rolled her eyes and looked at the camera that was broadcasting: "Your wife seems to be watching the live broadcast as well, then, there is a woman's hair in the upper right inner pocket of his navy blue jacket, golden yellow, left by the other party, and your hair is all black." ”

[Coming, coming, Chu began to babble nonsense again. 】

[Is she addicted to this magic stick? CHX Get out of the entertainment industry! 】

[So many times before, she didn't miss it, don't listen to the wind or rain upstairs. 】

[Has she been lowered, people ask her and she answers. 】

The male reporter's wife was changing the bed sheets while listening to the live broadcast, and her heart jumped when she heard the words.

Although the camera didn't shoot a male reporter, it was her husband, who had lived together for more than ten years, how could she not hear it!

What's more, the time to buy salt, the color of the coat, all match!

She found the coat with disbelief, opened it, and found a hair inside, wavy, blonde, and she was long and straight black.

She panicked and wanted to call the male reporter, but was hung up!

At this time, Chu Hanxing's voice came from the live broadcast room again.

"Live streaming can connect with the audience."

The woman was startled, picked up her mobile phone and was about to connect, but reacted in an instant.

No, now there are so many people watching in the live broadcast room, if she fights like this, not to mention losing her husband's face, the two may quarrel and affect their relationship, but marriage needs to be managed well!

Moreover, she believes that her husband is definitely not cheating!

It must be a misunderstanding!

Just by her two sentences? How can it be!

She is the one who gets along with her husband day and night, and who knows her husband better than her?

Could Chu Hanxing be taking a fancy to her husband and wanting to provoke it, and then enter the house to become her son's stepmother?

Think beautifully!

The woman pounded the bed indignantly and scolded in a low voice: "Vixen! ”

The live broadcast room didn't wait for the woman to connect, but there were many netizens with good things to call, and whenever the reporter wanted to pick up, he would unconsciously feel a chill on his back, and when he raised his head, it was Chu Hanxing's indifferent gaze.

There was no threat in the slightest, but she just felt like she was being warned.

She wanted to cry without tears in her heart, didn't you say that the live broadcast room could be connected to let his wife call!

[Laughing to death, CHX online fortune telling overturned scene. 】

[God chattered, speechless and died, but fortunately it was depowdered. 】

[Could it be that someone is really waiting for her to slap her face? ] I was really blind to her before. 】

[She is so good at calculating, why didn't she count that her character was so bad that the whole network knew? ] 】

[Alas, you... It was you who praised her to the sky at the beginning, and now it is you who want to trample her into the mud, what do you want?

[If it weren't for everyone who flocked to follow the fans when they didn't know her, and convicted her before the facts were completely conclusive, she would be surrounded by so many reporters now? 】

[Does it mean the fault of netizens? ] If it weren't for her own character that couldn't stand the test of time, who would scold her. 】

[It's so hard to communicate...]

The popularity of the live broadcast room continued to rise, and the reporters with mobile phones were stunned, and it was the first time she had experienced this kind of live broadcast with a skyrocketing number of viewers.

The female reporter had a complicated look in her eyes: "You... Is that true? ”

Chu Hanxing chuckled, looked at the camera, and continued: "On your birthday last month, he promised to buy you the latest bag, but what you gave you on your birthday was a fake bag that couldn't be faker, he said that he wanted to keep the money to take you on a trip, but then it didn't work, and the money saved didn't know where to go, do you want to know why?" ”

The woman nodded subconsciously, but she didn't hear Chu Hanxing's voice, she was a little anxious, picked up her phone, and found that she was not connected at all.

She hurriedly dialed it from the live broadcast room, and Chu Hanxing said lightly: "Take it." ”

The female reporter subconsciously listened and answered, and the woman asked sharply: "Why!" ”

Chu Hanxing's voice was indifferent: "Because he bought a real bag for another woman, he can only buy you a fake bag, and the receipt is in the wallet he replaced." ”

The male reporter was furious: "Shut up! ”

"Yo, I'm in a hurry." Fu Jiale is gone.

"No way, you're lying!"

The woman only felt that her head was buzzing, she couldn't think about anything, she could only subconsciously refute, it seemed that only in this way could she prove that Chu Hanxing was lying.

The male reporter roared: "That's right! The hair belongs to my colleague Xiao Huang! He took a nap and borrowed my clothes to cover it! I didn't buy LV bags for other women at all! ”

Fu Jia: "Did people say it was an LV bag?" ”

It's just a self-defeating one.

The woman was in a hurry and rummaged through the wallet in the room, and sure enough, the receipt found inside, looking at the date, was bought a few days before his birthday, and she didn't receive it at all!

She covered her face and cried bitterly, and the sound of whimpering came into the live broadcast room, needless to say, the matter was already clear.

This woman, who believes in her husband, has really been cheated on.

The man was annoyed and angry, "Fart! ”

"People like you, I'm not happy to interview them!"

He threw the microphone and left with a red face, leaving his teammate with the camera at a loss.

"How's it going, what does it feel like to have your privacy tapped into?" Chu Hanxing's expression was faint, "If you don't mind, why don't I talk about your private affairs in front of the camera first, and then answer your questions." ”

A bunch of reporters looked at each other and apologized as they retreated: "Excuse me, excuse me." ”