Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 169 Make Money Well

Chapter 169 Make Money Well

Yin Qingxuan hugged his precious daughter back with a little excitement, his eyes as deep as the sea couldn't help being covered with a layer of mist, he choked up a little, and nodded heavily: "Yes."

Yin Mang took two steps back, slightly raised his small face, and a three-point smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "I've helped you finish what's on your mind, remember to make good money!"

Yin Mang clenched his fists encouragingly: "Father, you can't let me run around for so long!"

Father Yin...

He suddenly felt...not moved at all.

My daughter suddenly became a money worshiper, how can I break it? !

Father Yin's delicate and perfect eyes slightly narrowed.

It must be Ying Muzhi, that brat who smells like copper all over his body, who led his precious daughter to hell!
No!

I'm going to prepare small fresh meat tomorrow!

The reporters looked at the flamboyant and glamorous figure beside Yin Qingxuan.

The girl covered most of her face with wide sunglasses, and she could only vaguely see her jade-white chin.

Even so, the media reporters with venomous eyes had the same thought in their hearts.

This girl is definitely not bad looking!
Looking at the young man who is still standing beside Yin Qingxuan...

According to the information, could it be Yin Qingxuan's daughter?

Unfortunately, they are now in court.

Can listen in, can record, but can not take any action of shooting.

When entering the door, all the shooting tools were forcibly taken away and put at the door.

The reporters sighed again!

Pairs of eyes drifted straight to Yin Mang's body.

At the table, the girl sensed everyone's gaze, took off her glasses lightly, and tossed her hair carelessly.

The girl's black hair is like a waterfall, and her skin is like cream.

The blue silk spread loosely over her shoulders, as if unfolding a picture of a beauty.

The girl smiled and looked at the reporters who were a little dazed: "Goodbye, everyone."

"Goodbye by chance."

The smile on the girl's lips was wanton and coquettish, revealing a bewitching beauty invisibly.

The reporters nodded blankly, and when they came back to their senses, they were the only ones left in the entire court.

Yin Qingxuan and Yin Mang had already left the court, and they didn't know where they were going.

Many reporters breathed in, and they seemed to be able to see the amazing beauty of the girl when she laughed.

"That pretty little girl is Yin Qingxuan's daughter?"

"Isn't it too beautiful?!"

"This gene is good! I am envious and jealous!"

Journalists chatted as they walked out of the courthouse.

Before I even left, I hurriedly turned on the computer when I got in the car, and started writing the manuscript quickly.

In the age of self-media, the pursuit of fast information.

Whoever can publish the manuscript first will attract heat.

The actions of the reporters were quicker than each other. In less than 10 minutes, the complete manuscript had already been put on the Internet.

[Entertainment Weekly: Yin Qingxuan, a former musical genius, has waited seven years for his revenge!The court pronounces the final result! 】

[Paparazzi No. [-]: Su Mufeng's theft and slander!Sentenced to two years in prison!The confusing music manuscript theft finally comes to fruition! 】

In less than half an hour, the news of Yin Qingxuan's first trial was posted directly on Weibo, where it became the number one most searched.

The suffix is ​​marked with a big explosion.

The search volume is nearly 5000 million.

"Entertainment Weekly", which was the first to publish the article, had accumulated tens of thousands of comments on Weibo in just ten minutes.

The reporters of "Entertainment Weekly" have always been impartial, and the manuscripts they publish are also biased towards documentary style.

Therefore, among various media, they are a relatively trustworthy one.

(End of this chapter)

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