What should I do if I look too fierce?

Chapter 303 Don’t mess with women (Added update on 33 Hanmu Mu Meng)

Yamamuro Keiji hung up the phone, returned to his seat with a somewhat embarrassed expression, looked at Matsuyama Iwa, and opened his mouth in embarrassment: Just now, there was news from Tokyo.

What are we going to do? Song Shanyan held the wine glass, his eyes lowered, and the small wine glass creaked in his calloused hands.

Well, they discussed it all night, probably... Keiji Yamamuro looked a little guilty: Sorry!

Song Shanyan's expression was a little gloomy. He held up the wine glass, raised the glass to his mouth without saying a word, and drank it all in one gulp: Thank you!

In the end, the banquet broke up unhappy.

Song Shanyan was sitting in the back seat of his luxury car. In front of him, the agent driver was driving carefully.

He was lost in thought.

Is this the end?

Nearly two months of hard work and two months of anticipation.

Is this the end?

He smiled bitterly and wanted to drink a few more drinks, but found that he couldn't even find anyone to drink with. Finally, he sighed and leaned on the back of the back seat tiredly, staring at the roof of the car in a daze.

What should I tell this kid Aoki——

Teruhashi Nobu was at home, the corners of his mouth raised, laughing silently.

He looked at the computer. The fluorescent screen was full of news, which made him feel an unexplainable sense of accomplishment.

Did you see it? Teruhashi Nobu murmured: This is my ability, this is where I am different from you, this is where I am stronger than you.

Nobu Teruhashi took a deep breath. No one is more familiar with how unbearable the pressure of public opinion is, and no one is more aware than him of how lethal public opinion can be.

He raised the red wine glass, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and said calmly: In the next life, stay away from Xinmei-chan!

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

He frowned and looked. The caller turned out to be Keita Hama. His expression changed several times before he answered the phone.

Hello? He put down his wine glass and narrowed his eyes.

Keita Hama smiled and said, Hello? Is it Rokugami, Teruhashi-kun?

It's me. Teruhashixin said briefly.

Now that the matter is done, can you please send me the money?

Keita Hama's words made Nobu Teruhashi's eyelids twitch slightly. He took a deep breath: It's not yet time.

Sorry, I'm short of money right now. Whether I can continue working tomorrow depends on Mr. Teruhashi's ten million. Keita Hama's words made Nobu Teruhashi angry.

Ten million?

Teruhashi Nobu's expression was gloomy and cold: What ten million?

Hama Keita's business with a slightly sarcastic smile: Ah, I forgot to explain. I now have the popular superstar Liu Shen Tong slandering Aoki Tsukasa and publishing fake news and rhythmic big revelations. You need me to listen to the recording for you. ?

Ten million, take it and get out. If you dare to threaten me again, you will die! Nobu Teruhashi gritted his teeth.

Of course it's no problem! How about we make an appointment to meet in the coffee shop now? Hama Keita's voice sounded so disgusting to Teruhashi Nobu, who snorted coldly: Okay.

hateful!

Teruhashi Nobu hung up the phone, threw the phone aside angrily, and put his head in his hands: It's all that bald man's fault. I got excited and used my personal phone to call Ham Keita, a bastard, and gave him Threaten my chances.”

Tens of millions. Neon's artists are not as profitable as they imagined. Nobu Teruhashi started his career at a very young age, and until now, he has only managed to accumulate a net worth of around tens of millions.

This time, he will lose everything.

But a trace of fear flashed in Teruhashi Nobu's eyes. He knew that if he didn't give the money, his fate would not be any better than Aoki Tsukasa.

After a brief hesitation, Teruhashi Nobu picked up his phone, found his bank card, picked up a hat and mask to disguise himself, and walked outside the house.

It's okay, it's not a loss, it's not a loss this time. Teruhashi Nobu comforted himself, imagining Aokiji's miserable appearance at this time, which made him feel less aggrieved.

At this time, just around the corner in front of Hama Keita's house, a black car was parked in a hidden area.

In the car, a soft-looking woman was taking a nap tiredly - if Aokiji were here, he would definitely be surprised to find that this woman turned out to be Nakao Kimiko.

Kimiko Nakao looked at Taiga Hirata, who was a little tired beside her, and comforted him: If you feel sleepy, take a rest, I'll keep an eye on you.

Hearing this, Dahe Hirata frowned: Are you sure you can really catch any news here?

Nakao Kimiko's eyes were slightly red, and she looked like she hadn't rested for a long time: Don't worry, auntie, when I used to be a paparazzi, that little brat Hama Keita was still secretly taking pictures of other people's skirts.

Hirata Dahe smiled bitterly: Isn't it just that my column was exposed? Just calm down and don't take it seriously.

Bah! Nakao Kimiko was not as mature and gentle as she was in front of Aokiji. At this time, she was showing her teeth and claws like a little girl who had not grown up. She stared: Didn't you hear how the editor scolded me today? You actually asked me to go home and rest for a while, and then come back to work after this incident has passed?

Isn't the boss thinking about you too? If you say anything now, you will be scolded. Hirata Taiga comforted him.

Nakao Kimiko stared at Hama Keita's door with a cold face and said: Don't worry, I used the same threads I used when I was a paparazzi. The news is still reliable. Aokiji suddenly broke so much news at night, and he is definitely not the same. It has nothing to do with it, anyway, my aunt has been prevented from going to work by him these days, so she might as well keep an eye on her.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Hirata Dahe sighed and said, Then I'll take a nap first.

Yes. Nakao Kimiko took a sip of coffee and stared in the direction of Hama Keita's house. She did not neglect it - back then, she followed and lurked for a month to find evidence of a celebrity's cheating. Now, she has not seen him for a long time. I felt the feeling of being a top paparazzi back then.

As a reporter, she had been in this industry for so many years, how could she not know what was going on? There was a sudden explosion tonight, and she could tell at a glance that someone was deliberately doing it behind the scenes. Even though Hama Keita did it very covertly, she used her previous connections to quickly catch the person behind the scenes.

Set the pace, right? I want to see who asked you to do this. If I catch you, my aunt will give you big news!

Nakao Kimiko was ready for a protracted battle. She sat in the car and waited patiently.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

Hirata! She pushed Hirata Dahe. Hirata Dahe, who was almost asleep, trembled and opened his eyes: What's wrong?

Hold the camera! Nakao Kimiko started the car. In order to make her tracking more reliable, she even chose to drive herself and let Hirata Taiga film in the car.

Seeing Hama Keita turning his head back and forth, and cautiously looking around at the door before taking a taxi and setting off, Nakao Kimiko raised the corners of her mouth: You didn't drive a private car? Oh, boy, you're done!

It’s not good to offend anyone, you have to offend your aunt**!

The black car was like a ghost, closely following Hama Keita in the night traffic.