"Gu Shao's body is also good!" Liu Zhiming looked at the male reporter with a rough face: "You are a group of sharp eyes, are you playing with moral abduction? Is it a reporter's question to answer your questions? Are you a king? What's special!"

"How can you swear? There is no quality." The male reporter shouted.

"In the face of you who are not qualified, you don't need to talk about quality with you!" Liu Zhiming was sharp and sharp, and the male reporter was somewhat afraid.

Liu Zhiming’s arrogance has suppressed this group of reporters.

Liu Zhiming swept through the group of reporters coldly and smiled ridiculously: "You only know that your exposure is a violation of your privacy. Why can't you leave some space for others? Does Mr. Gu promise to accept your purchase?" When Mrs. Gu was born, would it be ridiculous to give up your privacy? It’s ridiculous!”

Reporters: ...

Song Wushao glanced at them faintly and said: "I am very sorry, I don't want to answer a question about my family."

Explain, Song Wuxi looked at Liu Zhiming: "Zhi Ming, tell them, the floor space of our Gushi Building, if they have not agreed with me in the future, if they are in the territory of our building, they will call the police."

Liu Zhiming's jaw: "I know, madam!"

Song Wushou looked up and licked some painful temples. There was a feeling of fatigue in the eyebrows: "Zhang Secretary, I will take your car back tonight."

Zhang, who has been standing next to Song Wushou, listened and nodded quickly: "Mrs. My car parked in the basement parking lot!"

"Yeah." Song turned to worry: "I will pick you up with you."

"Good." Secretary Zhang and Song Wu worry turned and walked into the building.

"What do you do, I don't eat dinner, I have been waiting here for so long, I can't interview anything."

"Yeah, wait until my hypoglycemia is committed. This Mrs. Gu is getting more and more embarrassed and doesn't answer anything."

"She is not that the dead pig is not afraid of hot water soup, anyway, Gu will be closed down, and she does not need to take into account the image."

Seeing that Song Worry has gone, several reporters are quite dissatisfied and chewed the tongue.

"You say one more sentence, believe it or not, I will kill you on the spot?" Liu Zhiming suddenly pointed to the few people, glaring at them and screaming at them.

"I still can't let people say it? The mouth grows on our mouth, what do we want to say!" A male reporter could not understand Liu Zhiming's arrogant flame.

"Yes! What are you?" Another male reporter also echoed Liu Zhiming.

"Brother, up!" Liu Zhiming made a gesture.

His brothers suddenly rushed up, but they still didn't do it. The few male reporters who cheated their tongues first rushed up and beat Liu Zhiming.

Liu Zhiming did not fight back. His brothers met and did not fight back. They let them fight a few punches.

After a few punches, the reporters found that Liu Zhiming did not fight back, so they stopped.

Liu Zhiming They are trained people. In the past few years, they have lived a small, mixed and mixed life. These cotton-like fists are not painful for them.

It’s just hair, clothes are a little messy, and there are some scratches on the faces of several brothers. When you look at them, you know that they have been beaten.

Liu Zhiming’s mouth sneered with a strange sneer and pointed them one by one. “You are hitting people? Good!”

When the reporters heard it, their faces changed slightly. One of them was quite courageous. They snorted and screamed: "What about hands-on? How did they see it?"