Mr. Qin's cinnabar mole

Chapter 128 Isn't this forcing me to do it? (1 more)
In the middle of the night, the bustling night in Kyoto gradually became quiet.

Next to a concrete road, a row of big banyan trees are planted for shade. Under one of the banyan trees, a black van is parked.In the car, a reporter in his 40s wearing a cap was rapidly editing a news release.

What he captured tonight was big news.

Mo Yichen, who had no gossip and no taint, actually deliberately ran into someone with his car. Although he didn't hit anyone, his attempted murder was enough to make him a scumbag by netizens.

In the quiet compartment, only the sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard can be heard.

After 10 minutes, the reporter's manuscript was completed.He quickly scanned the manuscript twice, and after confirming that there were no mistakes, he opened the mailbox and planned to pass the manuscript to his superiors.

Just as he was copying and pasting the press release into his mailbox, someone knocked on the window from outside.

The reporter looked up in astonishment and found a man standing outside the window.

The visitor was sitting on a bicycle, wearing a gray shirt over a knitted sweater.His hair is short and energetic, his facial features are exquisite, and there is a coldness between his brows.

It is obviously a good-looking appearance, but it gives people a vicious feeling.

"You..." The reporter felt a little guilty, because he had seen this person before, and it was the man Mo Yichen almost bumped into before.

The man knocked on the window again. This time, the sound of knocking on the window was stronger and faster.

The reporter sat in the car uneasily, not daring to open the door. The next second, he heard the man's deep command: "Put down the window."

The reporter hesitated.

He didn't know whether the men outside were good or bad. Besides, it was a quiet night, and there were no passers-by or vehicles near the park at night.If this man wants to destroy the body, no one will notice
Seeing that the reporter didn't respond, Qin Chu outside the car had a good temper. He said, "I won't beat you." After a pause, he added, "Don't worry, I won't kill or set fire."

The reporter raised his eyelids and looked at Qin Chu suspiciously.

Qin Chu didn't say that, the reporter was just thinking wildly.After Qin Chuming said it, the reporter's back started to go numb, and gradually his bones felt a little cold.

"I..." the reporter trembled, put his hands on the steering wheel, and planned to drive away.

Sensing the reporter's intention, Qin Chu held a mini window breaker in his right hand, and knocked on the glass casually, the thick window glass was instantly shattered into slag.

Really arrogant!

reporter:"."

Qin Chu closed the small cover of the mini safety hammer in his hand, and said in a helpless tone, "I told you to open the window, but if you don't open it, isn't this forcing me to break the window?"

Qin Chu even complained about him!
The reporter lowered his head, thinking that this man is really shameless!
The reporter didn't come to his senses until the laptop on his lap was taken away by the man.He who was so cowardly just now quickly reached out and hugged his computer, and pulled it towards his arms.

"You robbed!" The reporter couldn't win Qin Chu's hand with two hands.

Under the silent accusing gaze of the reporter, Qin Chu ruthlessly snatched the computer away.After reading the press release compiled by the reporter, his eyes became colder and colder.

"Look at what you wrote. You have a good imagination." Qin Chu's eyes were cold, but there was a cold smile on his lips. The smile didn't reach his eyes and made people feel cold.

He also said: "If people who don't know the news, after reading your press release, they will think that what you said is true. Well, let me take a closer look and appreciate the literary talent of our reporter.

"The son of a martyr has evil intentions and kills people in the street for the sake of women! The glory that his father gave his life for him, he used to trample on other people's lives."

Qin Chu shook his head. In front of the reporters, he deleted the press release and pictures bit by bit.

　Daily tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)