CEO husband is too clingy

"Miss Lin, can you tell me when you fell in love with President Su?"

"Where did you buy that medicine?"

"Is the feeling of cheating exciting?"

The reporter squatting at the door of the elevator coaxed Lin xiamu into a nest and forced Lin xiamu to be unable to move in the corner. The microphone scrambled in front of her and poked her face, almost hurting her eyes. Lin xiamu raised his hand to protect his face and kept saying, "I don't know, don't ask me! Get out of the way, get out of the way."

Unfortunately, her voice drowned in the problem. Even if someone heard it, she would pretend not to hear it.

Lin xiamu simply took a bag to block her face, but she was trapped here. She couldn't get out. The elevator carried more than a dozen people, closed again and rose slowly.

"Miss Lin, would you please answer the question?"

Lin xiamu was in a tense mood, and his suffocation feeling was getting worse and worse. He couldn't stand it!

She suddenly put down her handbag, looked at the reporters and said, "why should I answer your questions? Should I answer when you ask? Why? What's your right to block me? Get out of the way, don't let me say it again! If you don't get out of the way again, I'll call the police! Get out of the way!"

"Calm down, Miss Lin, we haven't done anything. The elevator is not your reason. You can come in. Can't we come in?" a female reporter said with a sarcastic face, which immediately aroused the approval of other colleagues.

Lin xiamu said that there was no place to vent their anger. She swept the faces of these people one by one, and her heart condensed. OK, then she would freeze!

She found out the earphone / plugged in / into the mobile phone, turned up the volume and listened to the music. She regarded them all as air. She also clicked on the chess game, played it by herself, and played it very seriously.

Five or six minutes later, there were still these people in the elevator. No one went down and didn't come up. Lin xiamu ignored them. These reporters asked and asked, but the parties didn't make a sound. Their mouths were dry. They looked at each other and looked at each other.

"Miss Lin, is Lin's group going bankrupt? Is your father all right? Miss Lin?" the front reporter did not give up and put the microphone in front of Lin xiamu.

Lin xiamu was still silent, his eyes only staring at the mobile phone screen.

After five minutes of this stalemate, these reporters also had endurance. They were blocked for more than ten minutes and refused to let people go, but their attitude was very bad. A grumpy man directly blocked the mobile phone screen with a microphone. "Miss Lin, it's good for us to cooperate. Do you want to stay in the elevator all the time?"

Lin xiamu couldn't see the mobile phone screen. He frowned, picked it up and dialed 110.

Her patience is almost exhausted!

The sharp eyed reporter found that she even called the police. In a hurry, she robbed Lin xiamu's mobile phone and threw it on the floor. It was quite crisp and neat, which stunned others, including Lin xiamu.

"She just wanted to call the police!" the female reporter was flustered and pointed to Lin xiamu.

The voice just fell.

A snap.

The female reporter turned her head to one side, raised her hand and covered her face. Her eyes were unbelievable. She was slapped?

Lin xiamu glanced at her coldly and squatted down to pick up the mobile phone.

She also has a temper, especially when she is stimulated today.

"Why does a bitch who doesn't even want a face hit me?!" the female reporter screamed, raised her feet in high heels and stepped on the back of Lin xiamu's hand.

"Ah!"

"No!"

Other reporters in the elevator screamed.

Lin xiamu took a painful breath and turned pale. The one who stepped on people seemed to be frightened by his behavior. He immediately retracted his feet, covered his face and said, "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it!"

Lin xiamu's left back was rubbed with a large piece of skin by the heel of her shoe. Her fingers trembled slightly. A lost blood rose from the wound, and then came out like recovery. Soon it spread to the back of the hand, and many of them fell on the floor.

There's blood.

The people in the elevator didn't want to get into trouble at all. They stepped back one step. Only the one who stepped on the man stood in front of Lin xiamu. She looked back and immediately stepped back. Instead of looking at Lin xiamu, she said, "you hit me first, it's none of my business!"

Lin xiamu picked up the mobile phone with his other hand, stuffed it into his bag and looked directly at the reporter. He was simple and clear: "apologize, compensate and."

"I can apologize to you, but you are also the daughter of Mr. Lin's boss. What do you want me to compensate for a mobile phone?" she said righteously.

Lin xiamu smiled and was angry. She raised her bloody palm and stared at her work card. In a cold tone, she said, "reporter of Ming media group, Zhong Yan, job number c1963881, I wrote it down. Apologize and compensate or wait for me to call the police?"

"You're sick!" the female reporter wrapped her work card.

I don't know how many floors the elevator has reached. As soon as the front door opens, they all rush out for fear of getting into any trouble. The female reporter is closest to Lin xiamu and slips the fastest. Lin xiamu comes forward and grabs it. If he wants to go, it's not that simple!

She can't resist the Su family and the Lin family. Is she afraid of a reporter who will hurt her?

"Let go of me!" female reporter Zhong Yan rushed out desperately.

The other people in the elevator avoided them and got out of the elevator, ready to take another elevator. If you don't interview, you'll have a lot of trouble! How can we say that Lin's group has not collapsed yet!

Seeing Zhong Yan struggling so hard, Lin xiamu suddenly released her wrist from her heart.

At that moment, Zhong Yan was stunned. In the blink of an eye, she fell outside the elevator, knocked her head to the floor and couldn't get up with a painful cry.

Those people were frightened by this situation and took another step back.

……

In silence, suddenly someone shouted, "which reporter are you? Who allowed you to come up?!"

Lin xiamu looked up like others, and saw Su Jiliang and his assistant standing not far away, with four bodyguards around them.

The front bodyguard raised his hand and pressed the Bluetooth on his ear and said, "there are reporters on the 15th floor. Hurry to bring people up and blast them away!"

Listen to the voice, he is the one who just scolded.

"President Su!"

"Why is president Su here!"

"God, I'm dead!"

Lin xiamu stood in the middle of the elevator, the blood on his palm dripping down his fingertips into the crack of the door. She looked at Su Jiliang and took back her eyes. She continued to stare at Zhong Yan, who was still lying on the ground. She didn't pay attention to those people. She walked up to her, squatted down, pulled out her bag, and overturned everything on the floor. When she saw the mobile phone, Lin xiamu took it up and looked at it.

Yes, it's worth eight or nine thousand dollars.

"You, what do you do with my mobile phone?" Zhong Yan said with three points of fear and seven points of resentment.

Lin xiamu picked up his lips, got up, raised his hand and said "pa" and "bang". The mobile phone was thrown on the wall and fell on the marble floor, and the screen was rotten.

Everyone's eyes looked at Lin xiamu.

Lin xiamu raised his foot and stepped on Zhong Yan's hand.

"Ah - pain!" Zhong Yan screamed.

Lin xiamu rolled it twice before taking back his feet and said, "it's even."

Without looking at the others, she turned and entered the elevator. At this time, they found that Lin xiamu had stuck her bag in the middle of the elevator!