I Love My Sweet Neighbor

Hou Nan waved his hand and said in a hurry, "I'm not here. I'm just not here."

After all, The Wind Is Strange was a few years older than hou nan, and there had been a lot of wind and rain. He quickly waved his hand at hou nan to signal him to calm down.

"Don't panic yet. It's no big deal. Even without Muzongcai, the situation here is easy to handle."

"Then, how do we deal with it?"

"I'm ready." The Wind Is Strange smiled slyly. "I'll handle it."

After that, The Wind Is Strange walked up to the rostrum.

"To a friend in the media world. I'm really sorry. Something happened. We, Mu Boss... You saw it too. There are some things to deal with. However, your purpose in coming here has been achieved. As for how you write and report back, this is your business. We, Muzongcai, have always told us to respect our friends in the media world. It's your right to write what you want. Oh, thank you for your hard work. After a while, when you leave, please give us our little gifts. No respect."

These reporters were all old people. How could they not understand what The Wind Is Strange said?

Soon, the so-called "Little gifts" were in their hands. It was a small red envelope. She pinched it through the envelope, feeling it wasn't too thick, and many people frowned. When she opened it, she saw that these people were smiling. They were all green notes worth a hundred.

The Wind Is Strange clapped his hands, "Here you go. You're welcome. These are tea money. You're welcome."

With this thing, it's easy to talk. The reporters skillfully stuffed the envelope into their pockets. He also became polite to The Wind Is Strange and Hou Nan. After chatting and laughing for a while, he filed out of the conference room.

When they were gone, Hou Nan stared at their backs, shook his head and spat.

"They are all snobs."

The Wind Is Strange shrugged, "Who says no? His mouth says purity, and his body is ready to sell."

Hou Nan sighed again, "Oh, but forget it. They took the money. I don't think they'll write anything."

The Wind Is Strange sneered, "Not scribbling? Is that still called the paparazzi?"

Hou Nan was young after all, and when he heard this, he immediately became anxious.

"Then pay them back."

"You have to get on good terms with them. Given the money, it probably wouldn't sound so bad. Forget it. Our company doesn't care about this little money."

Hou Nan was finally convinced.

"Brother feng has experience."

The Wind Is Strange said, "I don't have this kind of foresight. The vice president thought about it. He was ready in advance. No matter what the press conference is going to be, you have to send it to them. It's good to appease them, even if it doesn't help much."

Hou Nan nodded, "The vice president is smart. But where did the vice president go?"

The Wind Is Strange shook his head, "Yeah, I don't know where I went. Anyway, I think something must have happened."

Where did Mu Huanjiang go? To track down the source of the photo, of course. The moment those photos appeared, he immediately thought that these things would never appear for no reason. The mastermind sent his confidant. There was a second floor in the conference room, where movies used to be played. The second floor is the computer room.

Mu Huanjiang quickly climbed up. In a trance, a man in a windbreaker flashed by. It was unexpected that the computer room had a small door that allowed access to the outside.

Mu Huanjiang chased after him and was about to leave through the small door. It was dark near the small door, with no windows or lights. Mu Huanjiang stroked the wall and was about to open the door.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in front of him, and the man in the trench coat folded back and suddenly appeared at Mu Huanjiang's paint. He had an extra stick in his hand, and it hit Mu Huanjiang on the head. After all, Mu Qingtian was not a martial arts expert who could see and hear from all directions. The stick hit him and hit his head. He snorted and fell to the ground with a plop. Covering her head with her hands, she felt the sky darken and her ears were buzzing. She could not hear anything clearly.

The man in the trench coat approached him slowly with the stick in his hand. He walked to the surface of the mu huan river and asked him to stop. He looked at Mu Huanjiang and raised the stick to his head.

"Mu." The windbreaker man's voice was unusually cold. "I'll send you to heaven."

As he spoke, the stick suddenly fell with the wind.

Mu Huanjiang closed his eyes and felt that everything was over.

At this very moment, a figure jumped over and hugged the windbreaker man's waist tightly, pushing him to the side. The stick in his hand fell to the ground.

There was another dull thud. The man in the trench coat was pushed against the door, and the door was clattering. The man in the windbreaker flipped over, pushed the person on his body to one side, turned around and ran out.

Mu Huanjiang didn't know what was going on, nor did he know if it was his friend or foe who ran out.

The man who saved him turned back and pushed the door open. Let the light from outside shine in.

"Are you okay?" A man asked in Mu Huanjiang's ear, concerned. The voice was familiar.

"Are you... Hei Jieming?" Mu Huanjiang calmed down and finally remembered the voice's owner.

"It's me. It looks like you haven't been beaten up yet. I can still hear my voice."

He reached out his hand, pulled Mu Hengjiang up, supported Mu Hengjiang, and helped him out of the small door. The light outside was bright as day. Mu Hengjiang, on the other hand, was a little uncomfortable. He narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to cover it for a while before he recovered. He touched his forehead and immediately his hands were covered in blood.

"So I was beaten."

Hei jieming said, "Yes, you were beaten, but I don't think your injury is serious. It's a skin injury."

He pointed to Mu Hengjiang's head. When his fingers touched the skin, Mu Hengjiang frowned in pain.

Hei jieming said, "It doesn't matter. From the position, it should be hitting the bone. It looks so weird. Just keep it for two days. I don't think so."

Mu Hengjiang agreed. He didn't believe that his head would be concussed because of this. He touched his head and cleared his mind at the same time.

"Just now, I seemed to hear what the windbreaker man said."

"He said, mu, I'll send you to heaven."

"What a vicious scoundrel. But how did he get in here?" As Hei Jieming spoke, he looked around as if he was thinking.

Mu Hengjiang pushed Hei Jieming away. She could walk by herself now. No need for his help.

"Can you only analyze this from this sentence?"

"What else?" Hei Jieming asked, not because he couldn't think of it, but because he didn't want to talk to Mu Hengjiang directly.

He said his surname was mu because he knew me. Why do you know me? I must be trying my best to deal with the Mu family."

Hei Jieming nodded, "Yes, go on."

"I don't think he's behind the scenes. He must have sent him. But a man sent here had such a deep hatred for the Mu family. He wanted to kill Mu family people as soon as he got the chance. Obviously, the people behind the scenes hate the Mu family even more."

Hei jie ming propped her chin up and said, "Yes."

"That's right. You're right. Anything else?"

"Not yet, if you insist. That's why you're here all of a sudden."

The smile on Mu Hengjiang's face froze, and his eyes shone frighteningly as he stared at Hei Jieming.