The rebirth of the movie king asks for thighs

Chapter 18

Wen Yi frowned, his expression became serious, his beautiful phoenix eyes were full of doubts, he said: "Why?"

Su Xiao smiled mischievously, she looked at Wen Yi's young and handsome face seriously and said, "Heh...why?"

"But……"

"No but..."

"It's so late, I don't think it's very suitable for you to be here, you'd better go home first."

Su Xiao's meaning is very clear, it is obvious that he wants to drive Wen Yi away, but Wen Yi did not shirk this time, he seemed to see something and said: "Okay... I know that Senior Su Xiao is in a bad mood because of the scandal. , Come see Senior Su Xiao another day."

Afterwards, the mint temperature in the air that belonged to Wen Yi's body quickly disappeared, and he left...

……

In the dark night, Nangong Yao was wearing a black suit, and his bright red peach eyes were full of anger. At this moment, he seemed to be a Rakshasa from hell, and his whole body was full of frightening aura.

"Do you dare to secretly film Su Xiao's scandal?" Nangong Yao chuckled.

"Nangong Movie Emperor, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, please let me go." The little reporter was bound and knelt on the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth.

"How dare you create rumors about Su Xiao?" Nangong Yao was slightly annoyed.

The most important thing is that the target of the rumor is not him...

Mu Sicheng walked out slowly, glanced at the little reporter kneeling on the ground, hooked his pink and thin lips, and said with a little interest: "Yo... What is it that made you so angry? ?”

The little reporter knelt on the ground and said excitedly: "I don't dare to secretly take pictures of Miss Su Xiao again."

Mu Sicheng thought for a while, and then said, "Su Xiao...is that interesting woman at the banquet?"

That woman was the first woman to refuse his invitation from beginning to end.

Nangong Yao was silent for a while, and then joked without any emotion: "Yes, Su Xiao is an artiste of my entertainment company, her image will be damaged, and it will directly damage the company's interests."

Mu Sicheng smiled, his smile was incomparably enchanting, and then he said: "Heh... Yao, don't try to hide it from me, you are clearly interested in that little artist."

Nangong Yao looked at Mu Sicheng's gossip-like face, and said softly, "It doesn't exist."

Snapped……

Nangong Yao also felt bored. He shot the little reporter in the head without hesitation, and the little reporter fell slowly, with a pool of blood under his body...

(End of this chapter)