C48 The journalists' nightmare

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the bold reporter recognized Mo Chengjun's identity, and immediately let go of the microphone in his hand in shock, retreating a few steps.

"No, no... Ceo Mo, I just want to ask about your relationship with Madam! It's true! " The terrified reporter quickly waved his hand to explain, not having the slightest bit of the demeanor of an uncrowned king.

The rest of the people carefully retreated, turning around to charge forward. They all retreated backwards, praying that Mo Chengjun wouldn't notice them.

But, how could it be as they wished!

Mo Chengjun did not forget the scene he saw on the plane just now. A delicate and weak person was surrounded by a group of robust men, her drooping head looked extremely lonely.

When he saw this scene, his heart stopped for a second. A woman he couldn't bear to bully actually became like this in a place he couldn't see!

Mo Chengjun did not deny that he had the urge to kill!

Scanning one by one, Mo Chengjun found many familiar newspaper offices and television station's people, all calling out their names, his seemingly calm voice making everyone break out in cold sweat.

Chen Zitong looked at Mo Chengjun who was standing in front of him in a protective posture, seeing him suppressing the scene all by herself, his heart felt like it was overturning a seasoning bottle, as his heart churned with pain and sweetness.

Why, every time when he was at his most helpless, this man would immediately rush out and stand in front of her, protecting her without even asking if she was right or wrong.

She could not hate it, could not love it; she wanted to escape but could not help but approach it.

"I've never liked bullying people, so I'm giving you two choices. Apologize and then scram or ?"

After his rage reached its peak, Mo Chengjun had instead calmed down. It was just that his words, which were several times more than usual, revealed the unease in his heart.

"Apologize, we apologize. Lady Mo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ?" Without waiting for him to finish speaking, the crowd who were breathless from Mo Chengjun's oppressive aura seemed to have found an escape route, as they frantically apologized to Chen Zitong.

"This is the first time I've heard that an apology can be so insincere."

With his hands behind his back, Mo Chengjun secretly grabbed onto the little hands of the person behind him. The ice-cold feeling in his palm made him even more angry at the reporters in front of him, and his words became more and more rude.

Insincerity? How can that be called sincerity? After all, you can't call it sincerity by kneeling down three times, right?

A phrase from Heaven and Hell. The words of those who had finally made it out of trouble returned to their true forms. They looked at each other, and for a moment, none of the reporters were able to come up with an idea.

At this time, one of the photographers reacted and timidly walked around Mo Chengjun and bowed to him.

When the bent waist saw the painting, it became even more curvy. The original plan was to bow 90 degrees, but now the upper half of his body was pressed up against the lower half of the painting. The body.

"I'm sorry, Madam Mo. I sincerely apologize for my unreasonable actions. I hope that you can accept my apology! I'm sorry to tell you again, please forgive me! "

Chen Zitong looked at the person in front of him who kneeled and bowed, and thought of his overbearing attitude just now, and became speechless for a moment.

Even though she understood these people, it did not mean that she could forgive them!

She was a petty person in the first place, so she couldn't pretend to be magnanimous! But after thinking about it, this apology came from Mo Chengjun, who was somewhat hesitant.

Just as she was still in a daze, she looked at Mo Chengjun whose expression had eased up. The astute reporter had found the crux of the matter and sighed in her heart, saying that she could not offend Chen Zitong in the future.

Struggling to be the first to move forward, they once again surrounded Chen Zitong. The only difference was that the questions in their mouths had all become apologies.

"Mrs. Mo, please forgive me. I promise that no negative news about you will appear on our newspaper. As long as I am on the newspaper, I will never allow anyone to slander you!"

"Mrs. Mo, I'm also trying to earn a living. Please forgive me."

"Lady Mo, if you don't forgive me, I won't get up!"

"That's right, Lady Mo. Such a beautiful lady like you will definitely forgive us!"

Through their bent waists, Mo Chengjun turned his head and looked at the expressionless Chen Zitong, panic filling his heart. From the moment they met, she hadn't even looked at his.

Last night, he had not thought about being so rough. He could allow her anything except ? She said that she wanted to leave him. She was Mo Chengjun's woman, and could only be his woman!

Under the assault of the panic, when Mo Chengjun heard all the voices of apology, the rage that was transformed from panic instantly had a outlet for venting.

"As expected of the uncrowned King, the way everyone apologizes has broadened my horizons!" This is the first time I know that an apology can be made into a team, and it is also the first time I know that an apology can be morally kidnapped! "

His words caused cold sweat to gather on the heads of those bent over. They looked at each other and could not help but make a move against the people beside them. Apologizing was something that could be forgiven sooner!

Listening to Ceo Mo's meaning, he was clearly asking them to apologize one by one!

Those who had the same thoughts decided to attack first to gain the upper hand. If you stomp on him, he'll let you turn around, the way he acts like he's going to fight a life and death enemy.

Chen Zitong watched the chaotic scene in front of him expressionlessly, her heart not moving at all.

Taking her hand from Mo Chengjun's, she turned and walked to the front door. If she stayed, she was afraid that she would not be able to control her heart.

Seeing that Chen Zitong was about to leave, Mo Chengjun panicked, he grabbed her arm, and snorted from his nose: "Line up, apologize, scram!"

Realizing that the situation was not right, the group quickly lined up and apologized to Chen Zitong one by one, as if they were being chased by a dog.

Some even left their microphones and cameras behind.

Seeing that the air had regained its clarity after everyone had left, Mo Chengjun hugged Chen Zitong tightly from behind, and then, leaned his head on her shoulder and said softly, "I'm not angry, okay?"

"This is bad!" After pinching her nails into her palms, Chen Zitong hardened her heart and said stiffly.

Mo Chengjun only thought that she was still angry at him from last night, that he, who had nothing to do with anything since he had met her, would just kiss her lightly in the ear, fawning on his. A vague voice came out from his lips, "I'm not angry, you can do whatever you want, I'll help you vent your anger."

As she spoke, she took out her phone, and as long as Chen Zitong replied, he would immediately call him and investigate everything.