Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 120 The Effect of the Press Conference ([-])
At this moment, someone told him the location of Xiao Yangyang.

He hurried to Mu Ziyuan's duplex apartment.

At this moment, Xiao Yangyang has already filled his stomach with the cake, ice cream and other small desserts that Mu Ziyuan ordered for him.

He burped, patted his bulging belly and licked his lips, feeling a little unfinished.

Uncle's food is so delicious, I really want to eat it every day.

He rolled his eyes, walked to the trash can with his calves, wiped the discarded business card with a paper towel, and put it in the kangaroo pocket in front of the overalls for the sake of food.

He can quietly keep his uncle's business card and add his uncle's WeChat, without letting his grandmother and mother know.

Then, build a good relationship with your uncle and try to get what he ordered.

Thinking about it, his eyes curved into a crescent shape with a smile, revealing eight neat baby teeth.

When Chen Hao came in with a dark face, he immediately put away his smile, put his hands behind his back, and said with a serious expression: "Chen Hao, you won, and I played hide-and-seek with you here, and you can still find it. It's really amazing. Okay. Alright, now the game is over, let's go back."

After finishing speaking, he held his head up and waved his hands to Grandpa Chen Hao, taking figure eight steps on his calves, and was about to walk out.

The veins on Chen Hao's forehead twitched: ... whoever plays hide and seek with you, don't try to divert your attention!
He reached out and grabbed Xiao Yangyang's straps, lifted him up like a chicken, suppressed his anger and said:
"Hide and seek?! Do you know that I didn't do anything all afternoon to find you, and you actually told me to hide and seek?! And this is Jiangcheng, if you get lost, you might never see your mother again. have no idea?!"

If it was his own child, Chen Hao would definitely say hello to his little ass.

It's irritating, the kid.

Xiao Yangyang struggled and threatened: "Chen Hao, if you treat me harshly again, I will tell mom that you abused me. Mom knows that you abused me, and she will definitely not like you!"

I have to say that Xiao Yangyang knows how to take advantage of people's weaknesses.

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"Mu Ziyuan is here!"

I don't know who saw Mu Ziyuan's car first, and suddenly exclaimed, all the reporters around Xia Haiqing who were constantly taking pictures stopped, and all turned their heads to look over.

Xia Haiqing's left ankle was sprained, and his fingers were swollen into sausages from being stepped on. He was biting his lip and leaning against the railing weakly.

Hearing that Mu Ziyuan was coming, she instinctively tiptoed up and looked over.

The door of the black Land Rover commercial vehicle was opened from the inside, and a shiny leather shoe stepped out from the inside, stepping on the ground with extra force, and then saw Mu Ziyuan get out of the car.

His deep and handsome eyebrows were stained with worry, and he swept towards the crowd, and finally locked his eyes on Xia Haiqing's face.

The little girl had disheveled hair, bit her lower lip, looked at him with reddish eyes, obviously being bullied, she was indescribably embarrassed and pitiful.

Mu Ziyuan's brows were pressed down fiercely, his eyes turned cold again, and he let go of his coercion, and looked at a group of reporters.

He straightened his wrinkled black suit, and strode towards Xia Haiqing in a straight line.

The reporters had all seen Mu Ziyuan's ruthless means of acquiring Super Entertainment, and they were in awe of him. After receiving his warning gaze, everyone retreated reflexively, leaving a path for him to walk through.

Some people's aura is so strong that without saying a word, just a cold look will make you subconsciously give in and panic, for no reason.

And Mu Ziyuan is such a person.

Xia Haiqing looked at Mu Ziyuan who was getting closer and closer to him. For some reason, his chest rose with grievance, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears fell down like this.

She cursed herself for being worthless, and quickly reached out to wipe it off.

When her swollen fingers touched the tears, she felt like a sting. She took a deep breath in pain, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.

Mu Ziyuan grabbed her hand and stared at her red and swollen fingers with distress.

He frowned and wiped her tears with his fingertips, and asked, "Who made the finger?!"

Xia Haiqing withdrew his hand from his generous and warm palm, pushed him with his other uninjured hand, and whispered:
"It's okay, I want to get out of here quickly, otherwise they will post photos on the Internet again."

"They dare!" Mu Ziyuan didn't move. He glanced coldly at a group of reporters and shouted, "Whoever steps on Xia Haiqing's finger, stand up!"

Mu Ziyuan's face was so gloomy that everyone took a step back in fear.

One of the men was so frightened that he shook his body and kept his head down, obviously guilty of guilt.

Mu Ziyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around beautifully, jumped up and kicked, and kicked the man over from his chin.

The action was fast, fierce and handsome, and it was completed in the blink of an eye. Everyone gasped, and it took a long time to realize what happened.

The male reporter immediately spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with the fallen teeth, and slid on the ground for a long distance before stopping.

The male reporter who was beaten lay on the ground, spit out blood again, pointed at Mu Ziyuan and said angrily: "Mu Ziyuan! Why do you beat people?! Don't think that you can be lawless and beat reporters because you have power. You will pay for it!"

With a gloomy face, Mu Ziyuan walked towards him step by step, stepped on his fingers with black leather shoes, crushed them hard, and sneered:
"Hitting you is considered light, let me pay the price?... Heh! Just you? If you want to die, come here."

The male reporter's finger hurt like it was broken, and he screamed out.

Surrounded by Mu Ziyuan's ruthlessness, he was so frightened that his whole body was covered in chicken skin.

A few timid reporters began to leave quietly, not wanting to provoke this plague god again, and the news hotspots stopped, and Amitabha was left behind.

Of course, there were also bold reporters who quietly took a picture of Mu Ziyuan stepping on the male reporter.

After Xia Haiqing saw it, he raised his sprained left foot, hopped close to Mu Ziyuan with the other foot, and persuaded him by grabbing his arm.

"Mu Ziyuan, someone took a picture, it's not good to hit a reporter to report it, let's forget about it, let's go."

Mu Ziyuan looked down at her sprained left foot, stretched out his hand to support her, and said in a slow voice.

"Don't worry, they won't be able to send out the photos after taking them... Tell me, whoever hurt your left foot, I'll get it back together and take you away."

The tone is sure, with unstoppable domineering.

Mu Ziyuan was avenging her, Xia Haiqing was a little moved, but he also knew that Mu Ziyuan would spend a lot of thought and money to suppress the fact that he beat the reporter.

If it is not done well, it will affect Mu Ziyuan's reputation, and even cause the Mu's Group's stock market to fall.

If you try to be quick for a while, the gain outweighs the loss.

Xia Haiqing's little hand holding his arm moved down and took his palm. He shook his head and said, "I accidentally sprained my foot. It has nothing to do with others. Let's go quickly and go back and think about how to solve the problem."

Mu Ziyuan took another look at her swollen fingers and ankles, and didn't hold on any longer. Instead, he held her little hand, with one arm, lifted her up by the waist, and started walking towards the Land Rover commercial vehicle.

Seeing the close relationship between the two, some reporters silently raised their cameras and secretly took pictures.

Mu Ziyuan noticed the flashing light, stopped, turned and looked at the reporter who took the picture, with a cold expression:

"It's fine to take pictures, but I would like to advise you, don't upload them. Xia Haiqing will hold a press conference tomorrow to explain everything. I guarantee that anyone who posts indiscriminately in advance will definitely be slapped in the face.

As for Xia Haiqing's injuries, a medical report will also be issued here. As far as I know, there are regulations in the Huaxia Legal Journalist Regulations: Journalists who use their duties to maliciously attack others will have their press credentials revoked. "

When Mu Ziyuan said this, he curled his lips coldly, scanned the surrounding environment and continued:

"There is no monitoring here, and the editors who publish relevant news are suspected. If you get involved in civil liability, you will lose your own jobs. You are smart people. How can you choose not to teach me, Mu Ziyuan?!"

After finishing speaking, Mu Ziyuan looked away, carried Xia Haiqing into the car.

(End of this chapter)