The reporter saw the swelling and redness on Meng Nianchu's face and was stunned for a second.
"Miss Nianchu, your injury on your face?"
"Ah." Meng Nianchu sat on the chair obediently with a smile on her face, gently touched her left face, and replied as if it didn't matter: "It doesn't matter. I just arrived at the crew and didn't understand anything. I thought it would be okay to use a false hit by taking advantage of the position, but if my sister really hits, it will be more realistic."
"I don't want to disappoint the audience who like me. After thinking about it, I still agreed. But don't worry, everyone. I'll be fine after sleeping tonight."
"It looks very serious. Miss Nianchu should pay attention to your health."
"I will."
When the reporter was asking questions to Meng Nianchu, he changed to a gentle attitude. Most of the questions he asked were romantic and gentle, not as harsh as Meng Rong's questions.
Meng Rong also noticed the reporter's discriminatory treatment and showed her dissatisfaction. While Meng Nianchu was answering the questions, she forced herself into the topic: "My sister is actually very lazy at home. She even has to let Junze peel the shrimp for her before she will eat it. She is so lazy, haha."
The atmosphere stagnated for a moment.
Fortunately, the reporter's professional quality was excellent, and he quickly changed the topic with a quick reaction.
Meng Rong was like a discarded doll, thrown aside and ignored.
The reporter interview of this session was carried out in a live broadcast way. The state of Meng Rong and Meng Nianchu had already been watched by the public, and the public could see Meng Rong's embarrassment clearly.
"Your sister-in-law's elder sister is so stupid. The reporter didn't talk to her, but she still forced herself to go up. Isn't this asking for scolding?" Mu Junze's assistant, Tracy, took a peek at the live broadcast while taking a break.
The colleague beside her echoed: "Look how embarrassing she is sitting there. The injury on your sister-in-law's face was probably beaten by her. I have a friend there. I heard that she was beaten like this when she was acting against her."
"She has such a big nerve?"
"She said it was for the sake of art. In my opinion, it's just jealousy that your sister-in-law is better than her in everything."
"What's this?" Mu Junze came out of the office. He accidentally saw the picture of Meng Nianchu on Tracy's phone.
When he took a closer look, her face was still swollen! Immediately, his sword-shaped eyebrows frowned tightly. He was so anxious that he couldn't wait for Tracy's reply. He threw down the materials and strode out of the company.
Tracy sighed when she saw this: "Now Meng Rong is in trouble."
All the questions on the question card were asked, and the interview was over. The reporters left contentedly.
Meng Rong, who had been ignored from the beginning, was so angry that her face was red. She glared at Meng Nianchu, who was surrounded by the actors, and her breathing was rapid.
Suddenly.
A high-profile black BMW stopped suddenly at the door.
Everyone had seen this car in the morning. The people beside Meng Nianchu consciously gave way. Then they watched Mu Junze get out of the car and strode to Meng Nianchu's side.
"Does it hurt?" he asked anxiously. Seeing the swelling and redness on Meng Nianchu's face that hadn't subsided yet, his deep eyes were filled with distress, and then replaced by strong anger: "Who did this?"
Meng Nianchu casually glanced at Meng Rong. She held Mu Junze's big palm with a smile on her face and shook her head: "It doesn't matter. It's just needed during filming. My sister said that the real hitting effect will be more realistic than the false hitting. I haven't been filming as long as my sister, so I should listen to her suggestions more."
She calmly pushed out the culprit.
Meng Nianchu looked at Meng Rong, who was looking panicked on the side, with an innocent face: "I'm right, sister."
"No." Meng Rong urgently defended: "I just said it casually. I didn't mean to hurt her on her face. I didn't want to, want to do anything."
The temperature in Mu Junze's eyes became lower and lower. The low pressure around him made Meng Rong out of breath. The more she said, the less confident she became. She lowered her eyes.
Mu Junze coldly glanced at the big and small actors who were looking at him. His thin lips opened and closed, and he said word by word: "My person, others can't move."
He domineeringly left a harsh word and pulled Meng Nianchu into his car. Everyone outside couldn't see the situation in the car. They were disappointed and withdrew their eyes, and stopped their desire to gossip.
Meng Nianchu poked Mu Junze, who was angry: "Okay. Is it me who is injured or you who is injured? I still have to coax you. This small wound is nothing. I'll be fine after sleeping tonight..."
Mu Junze suddenly hugged her.
"Does it hurt?"
"No." The generous bear hug made Meng Nianchu feel at ease. She foolishly hugged Mu Junze too: "I don't feel any pain when I see you."
The temperature in the car gradually rose. Mu Junze still had some reason. He quickly let go of her. He took out the ointment he had deliberately bought on the way, tore open the package, and carefully and gently applied it on Meng Nianchu's left face.
The pain made tears well up in Meng Nianchu's eyes.
"If you know it hurts, don't let yourself get hurt next time." Mu Junze said coldly.
Meng Nianchu saw the essence through the phenomenon and heard the care wrapped in his words.
She pouted: "Mu Junze, can't you talk nicely? Only I know what you really want to express. If you have such a personality in our circle, you don't know how much you will suffer. How can you earn money?"
"I have money."
"..." Meng Nianchu's words stopped. She pulled the corner of her mouth and laughed out with a "ha".
Following Mu Junze, he calmly said again: "Your husband has money. You don't need to earn it."
Meng Nianchu laughed out.
I have to say that Mu Junze is the best medicine for Meng Nianchu to be cured quickly when she is tired. After the ointment was applied, just in time, there was an emergency accident in the company that needed Mu Junze to go back quickly.
Mu Junze hung up the phone solemnly.
Meng Nianchu took the initiative to propose: "If there is something in the company, you can go back first. I will take good care of myself. Don't worry about me."
Mu Junze reluctantly looked at Meng Nianchu deeply. It seemed that he was doing a great psychological struggle in his heart.
The decisive Meng Nianchu simply opened the door and got out of the car.
"I'm going to work."
Looking at the energetic Meng Nianchu outside the car, Mu Junze told her not to let herself get hurt again. Then he was anxious to rush back to the company to deal with the company's affairs.
As soon as Mu Junze left, several actresses who had been observing the situation here immediately rushed over to block Meng Nianchu. Each of them showed envy.
"General Manager Mu is so nice to you. He knows that you are injured and came here from afar."
Meng Nianchu gathered a lock of hair beside her ear and pinned it behind her ear. She shyly dodged her eyes: "It's okay."
"If I had such a rich and handsome husband, it would be a blessing from my ancestors. I'm really envious of you."
"You will definitely meet him in the future."
Meng Rong, who was not far from them, heard their conversation and was jealous and red-eyed.
It was the reporter's discriminatory treatment during the interview again. It was also Mu Junze who ignored the company's trivial matters and only came to the crew to see Meng Nianchu's injury. Why did she occupy all the good things!
She took two steps forward and spat out sour words: "It's just a small injury. It's still bothering Junze to come here specially. Nianchu, you are so ignorant."
Meng Nianchu's smile remained unchanged, and her tone was cold: "It can only be said that he cares about me. Otherwise, if others want him to care, he won't even look at them."
When she said this, she stared directly at Meng Rong.
Meng Rong felt guilty in her heart. She snorted and angrily walked away.
Looking at her back, Meng Nianchu raised her hand and gently touched her swollen left face. The temperature on her face became lower and lower.
I will eventually make you return double for these few slaps!