The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 433 The Right to Report the Truth

"You are interviewing me and trying to put a fake hat on me, how come you have nothing to do with me?"

The reporter who asked the question was visibly apprehensive, stared at by Nan Jiaojiao's icy cold eyes, and wanted to turn back, but opened his mouth, but there was cold wind pouring into his mouth, and his momentum naturally weakened a lot.

"Just asking, why are you more serious?"

Nan Jiaojiao really felt that she couldn't get angry with this kind of person.

But before she could speak, Ye Shiqing suddenly pulled her.

"Sister, don't get into trouble with the media. Before you were found, you had been in the countryside and didn't know much about the entertainment industry. If you really can't handle it well, I will protect you."

What Ye Shiqing said was considerate and magnanimous, and those who didn't know it thought she would really protect Nan Jiaojiao.

But whispering so that people two meters away can hear clearly, but it's unnecessary.

But obviously, Ye Shiqing's image instantly became taller in the eyes of the reporter.

She suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, enjoying the feeling of stepping on Nan Jiaojiao's head in public, "I will take care of the aftermath, sister, how do you get there, the Ye family picks me up over there, I'll see you off."

Before and after the contact, who didn't know that Nan Jiaojiao came from the countryside, she hadn't been recognized by the Ye family, and she didn't even have a car to send her to her.

The difference between being favored and not being favored is that of an angel and a devil. No wonder Nan Jiaojiao secretly made so many tricks.

It's disgusting!
There were many people watching the excitement at the school gate, and everyone looked at Nan Jiaojiao with disdain.

However, her face was still neither cold nor indifferent, the corners of her lips curled into a three-point smile, and the needle on her fingertips sent two points into Ye Shiqing's flesh.

The pain made Ye Shiqing almost cry out, she instinctively wanted to throw her hand away, but she found that Nan Jiaojiao was holding her tightly and couldn't break free, so she couldn't help but look at her in astonishment.

"What are you doing!"

Suddenly, there was a coquettish sound.

Xu Tingting came over quickly, followed by five or six bodyguards, who pushed Ye Shiqing away and put Nan Jiaojiao in his arms.

The aura of the young lady, with just one look, made the reporters afraid to be restless.

"What kind of journalists are you all? You came to Rongda University to embarrass a student. What about your professionalism? Who gave you the right to interview her? Do you really think that with a broken camera on your shoulders, you can infringe on other people's portrait rights without any scruples? "

The reporters didn't recognize Xu Tingting, and even this face had never appeared in memory.

She was well protected by the Xu family.

But the bodyguards around him were all skilled, and with a few movements, they pushed the reporters one meter away.

"Student, we are just conducting routine interviews and have the right to report the truth!"

"Who the hell gave you shit rights!"

Another one!
Qu Xiaoxiao didn't even do any protection, she was wearing an ancient costume, the pearl hairpins on her head jingled and jingled when she walked, she was dressed in pink and tender, and she came over aggressively with a long sword.

The bodyguards she brought pushed the reporter further, and Miss Qu drew her sword directly, and the tip of the sword directly touched the nose of the reporter who was speaking.

"I warn you, be careful what you say, I reserve the right to pursue your slander and rumors."

The reporter turned pale and said weakly, "Netizens... Netizens want to know the truth, so we have the right to report the truth."

"Netizen?" Qu Xiaoxiao sneered bluntly, "Where is the door of the netizen's house? Can you find it? Don't make excuses, I'll tell you."

"Why do you sue me!"

Qu Xiaoxiao's eyelids twitched, and she glanced at the reporter inexplicably, probably because she had never met anyone who dared to confront her directly.

(End of this chapter)