The two reporters stood beside him, looking at the shoe prints on Ni Wei's face, and were both amused and crying.

I promised to film the scandal, but I ended up filming the other party's virtue.

"Secret Wise, who made you like this?"

Zhao Manyu raised his right hand and wanted to help him wipe off the shoe prints on his face.

"Don't touch it, it hurts so much!" The foot on the face was still there, and when the other party touched it, there was another piercing pain. Ni Wei shook her palm away, "Who else can be there, isn't Jun Qing?"

"Impossible, you're not in her drink..." He noticed that there were two reporters next to him, and Zhao Manyu swallowed the words back, "Where are she?"

"How do I know?" Ni Wei replied angrily. He was rubbed by the other party so hard that he could not find Bei. He didn't see clearly how Jun Qing left.

A reporter noticed the terrace and walked over and looked over, but he didn't see anyone on the terrace.

"I guess I've left."

It’s really a coward to be beaten by a man like this!

Zhao Manyu glanced at him, got up and took out his wallet from his bag, took out a few bills and handed them to two reporters.

"Thank you two, please go find a place to eat for this little money. You can delete Serena Williams' photo first!"

"Sister Zhao, we agreed to 10,000 yuan. What about you who are begging for food?"

"That's right, the news is not being filmed, that's not our responsibility!"

The two reporters did not make money, so they naturally refused to leave.

"Don't worry, you two, you won't have a penny of money." Of course, Zhao Manyu didn't dare to really offend these reporters, otherwise she wouldn't be able to bear it when they were writing randomly. "I'll deal with the matter here first, and I'll transfer the money to you when I go back!"

After sending the two reporters away, Zhao Manyu reached out to help Ni Wei up and called the assistant to arrange the car.

"Let's find a place to treat some wounds first, and I'll take you back to the hotel later!" After pulling the hat on his hoodie, Zhao Manyu carefully covered Ni Wei's face, took out a mask and put it on his face, "Low your head, don't let people recognize it!"

The scandal was not hyped, and the other party even got it fixed.

Ni Wei's mood at this moment was naturally extremely depressed.

Ni Wei grinned in pain, and the person was still ruthless, "I won't put it on this dead girl!"

"Even if you let her go, I won't let her go!" Zhao Manyu held his arm and comforted her tone, "Don't worry, the future is long, there are opportunities! But... you are not allowed to mention this matter in front of outsiders."

If such a thing is spread, it will naturally be of no benefit to Ni Wei.

Zhao Manyu and Ni Wei also knew this and could only swallow their teeth and lose their stomachs.

After all, if you want to accuse Jun Qing of beating someone, you need evidence. When asked about the other party’s motive for beating someone, Ni Wei will not be able to make a lie.

How important is an artist’s reputation? Is it a small person to be arrogant in private? I am still pretending to be good in front of the public.

...

...

At this moment, Jun Qing had already climbed from the terrace to the terrace diagonally opposite downstairs.

The lights were on in the private room, the coffee table was filled with fruit trays and wine, and one of them had half a glass of wine.

It seems that the guests in the private room are temporarily away.

She breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned her clothes, took out a spare mask from her bag and put it on her face, and prepared to take out the private room and leave quietly.

Just as I walked to the door, I held the door handle, and the door handle between my fingers turned completely and was pushed away by someone.

It was too late to dodge, so she could only stand there, ready to lie and deal with it.

Outside the door, a man took the lead in walking in.

The suit jacket was placed on his arms, and the dark blue shirt was loosely unbuttoned with two buttons, revealing the half-curved collarbone, making his skin look as white as jade.

"Sorry, I seem to..."

Jun Qing chuckled and raised his face to the other party. When she met the blue eyes as deep as the night sea, her lips and tongue suddenly became stiff, and the excuse she was halfway through her throat.

The wind is sinking?!

His eyes fell on Jun Qing's face with a little surprise, and he met his familiar eyes. Feng Chen narrowed his blue eyes slightly, and his smile bloomed enchantingly on the corners of his lips like a night tan.

"Miss Jun... seems to always like to go to the wrong place!"

"Ah...yes, I'm always confused." Jun Qing could only laugh at himself when he was recognized by the other party, "I'm so embarrassed!"

"This shows that we are very destined!" Feng Chen stood at the door without giving in to the road. "Help Miss Jun order a drink, and... a strawberry!"

He said this to the assistant outside the door.

The assistant agreed and turned around and left.

Feng Chen stepped onto the box, closed the door tightly, and looked at Jun Qing with his eyes down, as if he was smiling.

"If I guess correctly, Miss Jun... is hiding from the reporter again?"

Knowing that the other party saw that she was lying, Jun Qing smiled ambiguously, and did not admit it or deny it.

"When I was just going to send the customer, I saw a reporter coming in outside. Miss Jun finally stayed wrong for a while before leaving."

Jun Qing was not sure how many reporters Zhao Manyu had found and whether the other party had left.

At present, staying here for a while and waiting for things to remain silent before leaving is obviously a better choice.

Otherwise, the reporter would have photographed her leaving here and maybe she would talk nonsense again.

"Then..." Jun Qing took off the mask from her face and bent the corners of her lips slightly at him, "I'm... more respectful than obedience!"

"This is my honor!" Feng Chen raised his right hand and said, "Sit!"

"I'll make a call first."

Take out the cell phone from your body, Jun Qing walked to the side of the private room and called Zhao Yiyi.

If Zhao Manyu and Ni Wei target her like this, they might also behave badly to the two, and she will inevitably be worried.

Zhao Yiyi's voice quickly rang in her ears, "Sister Jun, where are you?"

"Where are you?" Jun Qing asked back.

"Zhao Manyu deliberately instructed the girls to drink Leng Mo. I finally took him out. We are now at the entrance of the supermarket opposite the club."

"Okay." Jun Qing's heart was brought back to the original place, "You can take a taxi back to the hotel first, and be careful on the way."

"What about you?" Zhao Yiyi asked worriedly.

"I'm with a friend, don't worry, I'll take a taxi back to the hotel later."

Feng Chen was pouring wine into the cup. When he heard Jun Qing say the words "a friend", the man's eyes were obviously brighter.

He had already put down the bottle and added some wine to the cup with a smile, then he gave up.

After confirming that the two were safe and sound, Jun Qing hung up the phone and sat back on the sofa with confidence.

The assistant walked in and put the drinks and strawberries on the coffee table.

Yubai pinched the fruit plate containing strawberries with his fingers and pushed it towards Jun Qing. Feng Chen leaned slightly and looked at her through the coffee table.
Chapter completed!