Chapter 237 A slightly beautiful female reporter

Mo Haoran lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The smile on the corners of his mouth became stronger and stronger, as if he had thought of something that made him very happy. Mo Haoran took out his cell phone, called Xu Qianyi again, and said gently:

"Qianyi, I have something to do with you."

Xu Qianyi was slightly stunned. As soon as she finished calling Mo Haoran, she didn't know why Mo Haoran called him again so quickly. When she heard Mo Haoran say that there was something to look for him, she couldn't help but ask in confusion:

"Haoran, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Mo Haoran smiled slightly and said:

"When I met You Luoting's father in the evening, you install a camera in the place where we met. I want to record the entire meeting."

When Xu Qianyi heard Mo Haoran's request, he was slightly stunned, not knowing what Mo Haoran meant. But since Mo Haoran made this request, it would be enough for her to obey. She didn't want to ask more questions, so Xu Qianyi replied:

"Okay, Haoran, I will."

Mo Haoran was in a good mood at this time and couldn't help but tease Xu Qianyi and said:

"My beauty Xu, you don't have any curiosity. Do you ask me what to do with a camera? Or are you not interested in this matter at all?"

Xu Qianyi smiled slightly, and the copper bell-like laughter reached Mo Haoran's ears through the receiver, making him feel a sense of comfort in his whole body. Then Xu Qianyi said:

"Haoran, since you want me, there must be your reason. If you want to tell me, you will tell me if I don't need to ask me hard. If you don't want to tell me, and I ask me hard, it will only increase your unhappiness. In the end, you still won't tell me, so why should I ask this more?"

After hearing this, Mo Haoran couldn't help but smile happily. Xu Qianyi said that. It is indeed not easy to be a woman to be able to do Xu Qianyi. Knowing when to ask and when not to ask. Mo Haoran was able to have such a mature and charming smart woman, it was indeed a blessing he had cultivated in his previous life. How old is Xu Qianyi Changlingxue and the others? Sometimes he sees some things more thoroughly. In other words, he also understands the heart of a man better.

Mo Haoran sniffed a bite of the cigarette that was about to burn out between his fingers and then said:

"Qianyi, it is my greatest honor in this life to have you. In fact, if you ask some things hard, I may be worried, but in the end I will tell you. Who can escape your supreme charm? From the moment I saw you, I gave you my soul. I asked you to install a camera, but I didn't tell you the reason, it wasn't that I didn't want to tell you. But I don't know whether things can be done. You can wait and see. If things are done, you will naturally know. If things cannot be done, just think that this is not the case."

Listening to Mo Haoran's sweet love words, Xu Qianyi was also very happy, and a light blush appeared on her delicate face. She said in her heart: Haoran, I am willing to die for you. Then Xu Qianyi nodded softly, without saying anything, and her mind was filled with Mo Haoran's explicit love words.

Mo Haoran rarely says love words, and even less says such lingering love words. The first time he heard such lingering love words from Mo Haoran, Xu Qianyi's heart was of course very exciting. Mo Haoran couldn't help but speak gently:

"Qianyi, you should be busy first, be careful of your health."

Listening to Mo Haoran's gentle care, Xu Qianyi's heart felt as sweet as eating honey. She nodded gently, and then Mo Haoran hung up the phone and a beeping sound came from the microphone.

Xu Qianyi sat in front of the office and was dazed like a little daughter. She thanked God for meeting the young man eight years younger than her when she was twenty-eight years old. From then on, her time became completely warm.

The best time for a girl is between the age of twenty and thirty. If there were two years left, Xu Qianyi still hadn't found her in the crowd, maybe she would be ready to die alone for the rest of her life. Fortunately, God sent Mo Haoran to Jiangcheng.

Mo Haoran hung up the phone and threw the unburned cigarette into the ashtray not far from him.

He was still wearing that little suit, straight and handsome, and he slowly left the door. He had just had an accident on the path at the entrance of Jiangcheng University yesterday, but he was still walking all the way to the path. He thought it was because of that path that You Luoting was completely finished.

The narrow streets are still as peaceful and quiet as before. College students running in the morning, elderly people basking in the sun, and wandering artists who are playing small songs on the roadside to earn living expenses. Mo Haoran is still walking leisurely on the streets as before.

Soon Mo Haoran was recognized by pedestrians on the roadside. The incident where the truck hit him head-on yesterday was completely reported in Jiangcheng today. At this place of incident, many people witnessed the thrilling scene. The incident where Mo Haoran's magical escape from under the truck was so magical.

It was completely natural for granted that Mo Haoran was recognized. Listening to the pedestrians on the roadside, a look of anger appeared on Mo Haoran's face. He knew that he had broken the peaceful and quiet atmosphere here, and he must never come here again in the future to take a leisurely small step.

The original intention of Mo Haoran came here was to enjoy the peace and tranquility of life. At this moment, the guidance and noise were connected together, and it was obviously impossible for Mo Haoran to come here. When Mo Haoran was about to turn around and leave this place, a female reporter in her twenties suddenly rushed to Mo Haoran, held the microphone in her hand to Mo Haoran, and spoke in a sweet voice:

"Mr. Mo, I am a reporter from Southern Weekly. I want to have an interview with You Luoting's murder of you for a murder?"

When the girl finished speaking, the elder brother with the camera behind her back finally caught up and started taking photos at Mo Haoran.

Mo Haoran had a faint smile on his lips, and he looked at the girl in front of him with a flushed face, his breathing was not stable, and he was breathing heavily. Her face was beautiful and she was a girl of high-quality appearance. Although she could not be a devilish figure, she was also distracted when she was bulging and concave.

The girl looked at Mo Haoran in front of her, with a wicked smile on her handsome face, and stared at her body with a lustful look for a long time without looking away. She couldn't help but flushed on her cheeks, coughed dryly, and spoke again:

"Mr. Mo, can I have an interview with you?"

It was not until this time that Mo Haoran gradually came to his senses, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed to grab his head, and said embarrassedly:

"Okay, you guys have an interview."

When the girl heard Mo Haoran agreed to her, she couldn't help but be very happy. She forgot Mo Haoran's lustful expression just now and immediately asked:

"Mr. Mo, is it true that the son of You Luoting, the deputy director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, murdered you yesterday?"

When Mo Haoran heard the reporter ask about You Luoting, his face became solemn, a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly:

"As for this matter, I have handed it over to my lawyer Mr. Zeng Kefan, who is fully responsible. If you have any questions, please ask him."

The eldest brother carrying the camera behind saw Mo Haoran speak, and couldn't help but run up immediately, facing the camera directly at Mo Haoran's handsome face. However, to their disappointment, Mo Haoran spoke sternly and did not reveal any substantial content.

Mo Haoran knew that too much would lead to mistakes, so he wisely kicked the topic on Zeng Kefan. In front of the media, he could just say anything wrong, and he could use it as evidence in court later. Mo Haoran has always been very smart, so he didn't say much.

The reporter girl in front of her was obviously a little disappointed, but as a reporter, she should pursue her relentlessly, so she quickly regrouped and asked again:

"Mr. Mo, then as the party involved, do you have no opinion on this matter?"

This young female reporter was obviously very smart, so Mo Haoran had to express his own opinions on this matter. Mo Haoran smiled slightly. He didn't intend to say anything, and the truth was the king. Revealing something and covering up most of the things can increase the novelty and mystery of this matter.

Mo Haoran was facing the camera and was about to express his opinion on this issue, suddenly there was a lot of noise behind him. With Mo Haoran's hearing, of course he could hear someone behind him was coming in this direction. Mo Haoran turned around and saw several young reporters rushing towards him with microphones, shouting to the elder brother behind him while running:

"Run quickly, Mo Haoran is ahead."

Mo Haoran couldn't help feeling speechless. When did he be so popular? It would be great if he was chasing him from behind. Mo Haoran thought for a while that was because major media in Jiangcheng reported on You Luoting's murder this morning, which caused a violent response from the people of the whole city. As a reporter, it is of course impossible for such a hot news material to let go.

Since Mo Haoran rarely appears in the company, he has a mysterious color in front of the world. When the You Luoting incident was exposed yesterday, the news that Mo Haoran often came to this path for a walk spread wildly. The reporters wanted to interview the person involved in this matter, so today they were crawling on this path waiting for Mo Haoran to appear.

At the beginning, the beautiful female reporter was just lucky, and first discovered Mo Haoran. Now, when more and more people were watching the fun around Mo Haoran, the news about Mo Haoran finally spread to reporters throughout the streets. This is why the current situation is caused. Now reporters are swarming in Mo Haoran's direction.

When Mo Haoran was surrounded by the reporters in front of him, Mo Haoran looked up and saw that outside the group of crazy reporters, there were a large group of passers-by looking at him. Because so many people gathered together, it was a little cold in the early winter morning, but now it has suddenly risen a few degrees. Mo Haoran felt his whole body feel hot.

Mo Haoran cleared his throat and finally began to express his views in front of the media:

"First of all, as the victim of this matter, I thank everyone for their enthusiastic concern for this matter."
Chapter completed!