Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

"You can answer one by one, you can't stop knowing this simple way?" A female reporter broke this strange silence.

The first half of the sentence is okay, the latter half of the sentence, who can not hear her is satirical Song Worry.

Song Wushou smiled lightly, jaws, looked at this little reporter, and his tone was not open. Q: "How old are you? Which school did you graduate? You know that you don't know the taste of this dress you wear this year." ?".

Little reporter: "..."

"Remember which store you bought? You have this haircut, like an explosive head. Which hair stylist is doing it for you? Is there a boyfriend? How old is your boyfriend this year? Is there a car? Is it? Where are you?"

Little reporter: "..."

"When are you going to get married? Do both parents agree with your relationship?"

Little reporter: "..."

"Your double eyelid surgery is a bit fake. It is very unnatural to look at it. Remember the call of the surgeon? Call him back and be sure to complain to him about his claim?"

Little reporter: "..."

“Do you like dogs or cats?”

Little reporter: "..."

"What brand is the car you drive?"

Little reporter: "..."

“How high are you? In addition to doing surgery for double eyelid surgery? Have you tested IQ? How high is your IQ? How many times do you break up? Is it painful to cry every time?”

Little reporter: "..."

"Is it still a first girl? You are not a first-time daughter. Does your boyfriend mind? This reporter, please answer my question, one can't miss it, can you?"

Reporters: ...

They have looked at this little reporter.

The little reporter’s face was so arrogant that her mind was ruined by the questions asked by Song Wushou.

The other party also asked her to answer without fail, she could not do it.

Song Wuwei looked at the little reporter with a smile: "How? Can't answer?"

The little reporter stunned, and then looked at Song Wushou with a look: "I am a reporter, I don't need to answer your questions. You asked me to answer these questions, my privacy is not exploding?"

"Your privacy is worth the money, my privacy is not worth it? Then I need to answer your words one by one?" Song Wuxi looked at the little reporter coldly and then swept through the group.

"We are reporters, our questions, of course you have to answer." This little reporter looked at the newly-entered, tender face, dyed a arrogance.

"Of course, I have to answer?" Song sneered sneer and asked Liu Zhiming: "Zhi Ming, the law of K country, in the face of reporters' questions, can't you answer?"

Liu Zhiming said with a voice: "No, my wife! But the law of K has a harassment crime, they harass you every day, madam!"

Song Wuxi looked coldly at the first male reporter who asked questions. His question was [Mr. Gu, is Gu Shaozhen dead? 】.

"What did you just ask me?" Song Wushen faintly opened.

The male reporter licked his lips and asked: "Mrs. Gu, is Gu Shao dead?"

Song Wushou looked cold and asked: "Are you cursing my husband?"

When the male reporter heard it, he was dumb.

"This gentleman, is your parents dead?" Song asked and asked.

When the male reporter heard it, his face changed and he looked at Song Wuxi with disappointment: "Mrs. Gu, we are interviewing you. How do you use this attitude to us? My parents are good, you are cursing me. Did parents die early?"