CEO Daddy and his Beloved Wife

Mu Qinghuan continued to be busy looking for evidence all morning.

The crew has been making peace, and Lin Meng insists on strict investigation. The boss keeps putting pressure on Mu Qinghuan.

Mu Qinghuan's phone is about to explode, and she will not pay attention to the bloody rain on her microblog as an ordinary person.

Compared with being scolded by Lin Meng's fans, it's better to seize the time to find evidence.

But there are some details Mu Qinghuan wants to ask Lin Meng face to face.

But as soon as Mu Qinghuan arrived at the gate of the hospital, reporters swarmed in again.

Mu Qinghuan's eyebrows are tightly twisted together, and his nerves are immediately tense. The flash keeps flashing in front of his eyes, and the eyes behind each lens are particularly sharp and unfriendly.

At that moment, Mu Qinghuan felt that he was back four years ago.

The breath became a little short, Mu Qinghuan's expression didn't seem to change, but his hands were clasping the strap of his handbag.

Just as he was about to say something, suddenly a sharp female voice directly broke the noise of the reporters, "Mu Qinghuan, you bitch! Dare to hurt our dream! You don't deserve to be a designer! Get out of meditation

Voice just fell, Mu Qinghuan did not respond, just feel in front of a flower.

"Pa" sound, a pain in the forehead, what burst in the forehead, adhesive things a little bit down the forehead.

It's eggs.

It was like opening a door, and then countless things came.

Several girls rushed over, directly pushed away the reporter and threw eggs at Mu Qinghuan.

"Get out of meditation and be responsible for Lin Meng!"

"A designer like you is a disgrace to the industry!"

"What face do you have to come to see Lin Meng?"

"Bitch!"

Countless eggs smashed over, Mu Qinghuan couldn't dodge, almost instantly, all over the body were smashed thick, yellow yolk hanging on the body, embarrassed.

The flash kept flashing, and the reporters were even more crazy. The camera was shooting at her.

Mu Qinghuan lowered her head and subconsciously wanted to block her face.

She didn't like the feeling. There was an illusion that brought her back to four years ago.

His hands tightly clasped into a circle, Mu Qinghuan raised her feet to go, but there were people blocking the front and back, and the girls didn't want to let her go after throwing eggs.

"Muqinghuan, you don't want to go! If you don't apologize to Lin Meng today, you must not leave! "

There is a girl who seems to take the lead and rush up to pick Mu Qinghuan's hand to show her face.

Mu Qinghuan frowned and stepped back, but she didn't know who pushed her. Mu Qinghuan fell to the ground.

A few girls are more rampant now.

"Are you finished?" Mu Qinghuan raised her eyes and looked at several people coldly.

Full of anger, resentment, unwilling to be hidden in the cold eyes.

But her attitude even more irritated a few girls, "of course not! What's the difference between you and crime? You are not a designer at all

"We're here today to teach you a lesson for Lin Meng, so what?"

Several girls finish saying, raise a foot to want to toward Mu Qinghuan's body to kick to come over.

There are too many people. Mu Qinghuan has no room to dodge. She can only subconsciously raise her hand to protect her head.

This isolated scene, the reporters' eyes, once again deeply engraved into Mu Qinghuan's heart.

She didn't even want to open her eyes.

But the expected pain has never come.

On the contrary, there was a sudden commotion in my ears. Many people screamed, followed by another girl's scream.

Mu Qinghuan can't help but slowly open his eyes -