The ancestor's salted fish vest has been picked up again!

Chapter 12 How long has this disease been?
His brother, who grew up together, never liked being touched by others, but it was strange that he actually chose to hang out in the big dye vat of the entertainment industry.

Among them, he is the only one with the weirdest temper and the worst cleanliness.

Si Wan took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands in disgust, and said, "You think too much, your benefactor is not an ordinary person, do you think the other party will take a fancy to your property?"

Qi Ze was not happy: "What's wrong with my property? It's ranked fifteenth on the world wealth list!"

After speaking, he met the eyes of a certain film king, his breath was weak, well, he was indeed weak in front of a person who has always been in the top three of the world's richest list.

Just as Si Wan was about to speak, the phone rang again, so Qi Ze had no choice but to shut up.

When Si Wan saw the call, he quickly got up and went to the living room to answer——

Haishi Airport
Ling Zhi's cell phone was always turned off, so she didn't know that the Internet had scolded her out of the sky.

When she walked to the exit, a large crowd poured out all of a sudden.

There are reporters and there are fans.

Don't think too much, it's not Lingzhi's fan, but Wang Manman's fan.

A reporter stopped Lingzhi and asked, "It is said on the Internet that you have lowered your head against Wang Manman, how do you explain this?"

"What? Head drop technique?"

Ling Zhi stood still and asked the reporter who asked the question.

The reporter didn't expect Ling Zhi to actually answer him, so he quickly asked: "Yes, the head drop technique is a sorcery from the small country next door. May I ask you to ask the master to help you, or do you know it yourself?"

This question was too sharp, and such a big hat was put on Ling Zhi's head all at once.

Ling Zhi's expression was cold, and he walked towards the reporter step by step with a strong aura of majesty and inviolability.

The crowd was so overwhelmed by Ling Zhi's coercion that they backed away unconsciously. The reporter who asked the question had his knees weak, and with a 'plop', he knelt down directly to Ling Zhi.

Everyone: "."

The scene was silent.

I only heard Ling Zhihan's voice: "That kind of rubbish sorcery that can't be put on the table is also worthy?"

Everyone: "."

Don't say it so lightly, wouldn't it make them look more rubbish?

Ling Zhi lowered her eyes and said to the reporter who was kneeling in front of her: "Do you think that if you kneel to me, I can forgive you for insulting me with low-level rubbish sorcery?"

Then his eyes fell on the ID card hanging on the reporter's chest: "Xinglang Media Zhao Lan, I remember you. If I don't see your media tomorrow and don't clarify for me, I think you should be laid off."

Comrade Zhao Lan, who was kneeling on the ground, in his eyes at the moment, looked like a hell ghost with teeth and claws.

He saw the endless black abyss behind Ling Zhi, with gusts of biting cold wind blowing towards his face, Zhao Lan's soul was about to be sucked out of his body several times, this terrifying scene, yellow liquid slowly flowed out from Zhao Lan's lower body ——

Ling Zhi took a few steps back in disgust. Others also saw this scene, and some couldn't help laughing, which woke Zhao Lan awake.

When he saw the situation in front of him clearly, he wished he could get into the cracks in the ground.

His face was executed in public, and he had never regretted being a paparazzi like at this moment.

But at this moment, face is worthless compared to life.

He suddenly saluted Ling Zhi and kowtowed.

Everyone: "?"

"Fuck, is there something wrong with this person? Why do you still kowtow to her?"

"Don't you think that this person's situation is very similar to that of Manman last night?"

"It's not right, it's very wrong. If it is said that Manman's head was lowered, what does this reporter say? And this woman doesn't know this reporter at first sight."

"No, I'm just curious, why did you kneel down to her? Why is she?"

Zhao Lan didn't care about the voices around him, he assured Ling Zhi: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have heard about it. Don't worry, I will clarify it for you tomorrow, definitely!!!"

Lingzhi accepted Zhao Lan's salute calmly, and she didn't take his promise seriously.

She said coldly: "You just said that the head-down technique is from the small country next door? You don't even know this basic knowledge, so you came to be a reporter?"

Zhao Lan: "."

"Go back and check the information carefully, and then write an article about the origin of the head lowering technique. I will see it on Weibo tomorrow."

After speaking, he staggered away from Zhao Lan and walked towards the exit.

Zhao Lan: "." Still homework?
Everyone: "."

Fuck, this is the first time I've seen an artist dare to talk to reporters like this.

It wasn't until Ling Zhi's figure disappeared that everyone realized that they still had a lot to ask, so they just let her slip away.

Wang Manman's fans were annoyed, a few girls rushed out of the exit angrily, and saw Ling Zhi get into a small white POLO.

The owner of the POLO is Su Meng, who came to pick up Lingzhi herself.

Lingzhi sat on the co-pilot, smiled at the ugly Su Meng, "I never thought that Mengmeng would pick me up in person, pen refill!"

Su Meng said fiercely while driving: "Are you still laughing? Why don't you turn it on? Is your mobile phone a decoration? Do you know that my mother has been looking for you for four hours?"

"cell phone?"

Ling Zhi really forgot about her phone, and she's still a little unaccustomed to holding it all the time.

"It's in the suitcase, I forgot to take it out to look. What happened?"

Lingzhi's calmness was in stark contrast to Su Meng's gloomy expression.

Su Meng: "What happened? Why did Wang Manman kneel to you? Explain."

"Oh, so that's what happened."

Lingzhi looked at Su Meng's side face and said, "Maybe I know my soul stinks, and I feel ashamed to face such a clean and pure me."

Su Meng was furious after hearing this: "Ling! Stop! Are you looking for death? Tell my old lady well."

Ling Zhi likes to tease Su Meng. Seeing the smoke rising from her head, she smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth, but you have to calm down, don't be scared."

Su Meng cast a fierce look at Ling Zhi.

"cough cough"

Lingzhi raised his voice: "Actually, it wasn't Wang Manman who knelt down for me, it was a little ghost attached to Wang Manman, and she was controlled."

When Su Meng heard this, she suddenly raised her right hand, as if to beat Ling Zhi.

Ling Zhi smiled and took her hand, and then let her calm down: "Listen to me first. There are really little ghosts in the place where we recorded, and there are quite a lot of them. As for me, unfortunately, it is the little ghosts who are afraid of existence, so when they saw me, they couldn't help but kneel down."

"Wang Manman's situation last night, if she hadn't met me, she might have almost died. I saved her, and when she wakes up, she will definitely call me to thank me."

Su Meng withdrew her hand suddenly, worried: "How long have you been sick? Have you taken any medicine?"

Lingzhi: "?"

Ling Zhi was dumbfounded, what nonsense was Su Meng talking about?
Seeing Lingzhi's suspicious expression, Su Meng said heartbrokenly, "Your parents have done you a terrible job, and you suffered from paranoia at such a young age."

"Lingzhi, don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup, if it's not serious, let's take medicine for a while and see."

Lingzhi: "."

Ling Zhi's eyes widened in disbelief and he said, "You treat me as a psychopath? Fuck, if you don't believe me when I tell the truth, it's fine, but they still treat me as a psychopath!"

(End of this chapter)