At the same time, Zhong Mai leaned close to Zhuo Jian's ear and pointed diagonally across from him while holding the wine glass.
In the booth not far away, indeed, the woman was also there, with a group of people, and they quickly looked at her and smiled at her.
"Ms. Zhuo, please answer my question."
The man was holding a drink, but he spoke very smoothly.
"Which media company are you from?"
Zhuo Jian asked, but his eyes were staring at the opposite side indifferently.
Yes, the woman came towards her.
Ah.
The man was startled, but then he still asked: "Ms. Zhuo doesn't need to worry about which media I belong to, as long as you answer my question, is Ms. Zhuo afraid that her husband will be taken away?"
As soon as she admits that she is, then the headline news tomorrow will definitely be the news that she splashed red paint on Ruxiang's car, and then the negative news about her will not subside for at least a month.
If it weren't for Fu Yanye, she might have been expelled eight hundred times in Taiwan. Zhuo Jian smiled and said, "Don't tell?"
man:"......"
Zhuo Jian glanced behind him.
The man subconsciously followed her gaze and turned around to look. Before he could see anything clearly, a strong big hand had already grasped his shoulder. Then he was pushed to the back like a balloon, followed by two men who were taller than him.
The man took him away directly.
Zhuo Jian's keen eyes looked at the direction where the man was taken away, and said gently, "Brothers, don't hurt that journalist friend."
Wang Rui straightened his suit and nodded to Zhong Mai.
Zhong Mai looked at him sharply, but he nodded politely and leaned into Zhuo Jian's ear: "This bodyguard is not bad."
Zhuo Jian glanced at Brother Rui and whispered: "Very good, but you must never praise him in front of Brother Yan Zheng."
"Why?"
Zhong Mai asked.
"He will get jealous and complain to Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian whispered to her and laughed, and then the two women saw Ruxiang coming in front of them.
Wang Rui stared at Ruxiang coldly.
Ruxiang looked at Zhuo Jian: "I was frightened today, so my friends pulled me out to calm my shock. I didn't expect to meet Miss Zhuo and Mr. Zhong here by such a coincidence."
Zhong Mai glanced at her and chuckled.
Do you think you would come to such a noisy place after being frightened?
"Miss Zhuo seems to dislike me? Is it because of my face?"
Ruxiang touched his face and turned to look at Wang Rui beside Zhuo Jian.
Wang Rui frowned and his face turned cold.
"I have said that I am not Lin Ruxiang. I can only say that I am lucky enough to have a face like hers."
Ruxiang said proudly.
"You are lucky, but you have to be careful. Plastic surgery will leave many sequelae. The corners of your eyes and the bridge of your nose may collapse overnight."
Zhuo Jian reminded her in a calm and good-tempered manner.
Ruxiang's eyes gradually became ugly when he looked at her, and when he became angry, he would say: "Don't worry, I will let Fu Yanye climb into my bed before it collapses."
"puff."
"..."
Zhong Mai and Zhuo Jian coincidentally lay down on the table and laughed.