1770: C1770 Surrounded by Reporters

C1770 Surrounded by Reporters

Now Jiang Zhiwei's Weibo and private messages were all taken down by fans, and even her phone number and home address were exposed by haters.

In just a day, her phone had never stopped ringing. There were frequent sounds of people walking and knocking on the door. The doorbell rang and curses were heard.

The sounds entered her ears, and each sentence entered her heart.

He forced Jiang Zhiwei to have no choice but to call the property management to chase them away, and then he pulled out the internet connection and the phone card. This time, the world was finally peaceful.

She began to vent the anger in her heart and smashed all the things on the table!

Huo Niannian must have suspected that she was deliberately getting close to Gu Tingshen, so she made people black her. It must be!

Huo Niannian, why are you so vicious!

No, she could not just sit and wait for death. She wanted to find Gu Tingshen and let him see Huo Niannian's true colors. Gu Tingshen would definitely help her!

At the exit of the garage, they could already see the piles of reporters and the black cameras in their hands.

They heard the noise and excitedly picked up the cameras to aim at the exit. The line of people standing in front of them blocked the way.

Jiang Zhiwei stepped on the brakes at the exit.

He looked coldly at these uninvited guests.

The reporters were not surprised to see her stop. They even started to rush forward proudly.

See? So what if she's a celebrity? Wouldn't he be forced to compromise by these salaried families?

Every time he saw those high and mighty people in front of the public, who were embarrassed or even embarrassed, he would feel a sense of accomplishment.

"Jiang Miss! May I ask if it's Jiang Zhiwei Miss?"

"May I ask if you can get off the car and cooperate with our interview?"

"May I ask if you have a sponsor behind you?"

The questions were like tidal waves, hitting the window hard without stopping, penetrating into the air inside the car, as if forcing people to suffocate.

Jiang Zhiwei looked at the densely packed human heads and cameras outside the glass. A wave of disgust surged in her heart. She wished she could step on the accelerator to the end and kill each and every one of them.

At this moment, she suddenly thought of a method.

She slightly lowered her eyes. Her long eyelashes covered her fair and almost transparent eyelids and cast a cold shadow on her face. The corners of her mouth slowly curled into a cold smile.

Then, she raised her eyes and started the car again without any emotional fluctuations.

In the noisy environment, the sound of the car engine was like a switch, instantly sealing the reporters.

The atmosphere outside the car froze for a moment. Some reporters looked at each other and saw a look of disdain in each other's eyes.

There were many scary tricks like this when celebrities were surrounded. Who would dare to fake it? It was just to vent the anger in their hearts.

The reporters were still doing what they were doing. They were sure that Jiang Zhiwei wouldn't dare to do anything.

However, in the next moment, Jiang Zhiwei stepped on the accelerator.

The car approached at a very slow speed, but it kept moving forward.

A reporter standing in front stared at Jiang Zhiwei in the car. His eyes were filled with fierce contempt. "You dare?" Two big words were written on his face.

Jiang Zhiwei's pitch-black eyes looked back at the reporter. She was expressionless, but she slowly increased her speed without any change in her expression.2

The car made a low rumble, and then it quickly crashed into him without any hesitation.

Jiang Zhiwei's pupils reflected the reporter's distorted and disbelieving face, as well as the embarrassing posture of instantly pouncing to the side. It could almost be described as wetting his pants.

The car shot out like an arrow leaving the bow.

"Chase after him! Chase after him! You saw it too! Jiang Zhiwei is trying to kill someone! "

The reporter got up from the ground and angrily shouted at the camera. He was so angry that his voice was trembling. There was also a lingering fear in his voice.

Five minutes later, Jiang Zhiwei looked at the reporters chasing closely behind in the rearview mirror. With a light glance, she switched gears and sped up again on the busy street.

"Is she crazy?"

The reporters sitting in the car behind her widened their eyes. They looked at the car in front of them as if they were retarded and sneered.

"I think we might be able to take a headline photo of a celebrity's car accident today. Follow him! "

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