The female supporting task of the goddess of fast wear

Chapter 342 The Girlfriend: Give You a Home 09
Hearing such words, Mu Qianjiu was still pitch black, and there was a little bit of coldness in his eyes without any focal length.

But without any change on his face, he picked up the remote control panel, adjusted an entertainment channel and continued watching.

The next moment the door was pushed open from the outside, and Mu Qianjiu's familiar voice came: "Sister, I'm back, I have some good news today, guess what it is?"

Seeing the entertainment channel that Mu Qianjiu was watching, Mu Shuangxing took a deep breath before opening the door, and immediately smiled, looking more like a child.

Mu Qianjiu, who was sitting on the chair, heard what Mu Shuangxing said, turned his head and said indifferently: "Your submission has passed."

As soon as Mu Qianjiu's words fell, Mu Shuangxing's expression was exaggerated and there was a burst of despondent wailing: "Sister, can't you cooperate with me for a while, and make me feel smart for a while, ah, what a disappointment!"

Although he said so, he honestly took out an envelope containing 200 yuan from his schoolbag.

Sitting down next to Mu Qianjiu, he put the envelope into Mu Qianjiu's hand: "Sister, you are so amazing, this is the first manuscript fee I got here, and I will be the contract author of this magazine from now on. The more you write, the more you get, and if you write better, your income will be higher in the future, and I will have money to treat your eyes for you."

Ju Shuangxing didn't mention what happened in the school at all, and never said a word from the beginning to the end.

The next morning, Mu Shuangxing, who had washed the dishes after breakfast, picked up the schoolbag he had thrown on the chair, and shouted at Mu Qianjiu: "Sister, I'm leaving first, you should take care of yourself at home. "

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Mu Qianjiu to answer, he put his schoolbag on his shoulder and slammed the door, letting Mu Qianjiu know that he had gone out.

When the door closed, Mu Qianjiu turned his head to look in the direction of the door, and Mu Shuangxing outside the door also put away his smiling face.

Holding the schoolbag on his shoulder, he leaned against the door and took a few deep breaths before walking down the stairs with firm eyes.

When Mu Shuangxing deliberately avoided the route while hiding from XZ, not long after arriving at school, a person knocked on the door of the house.

Hearing the voice, Mu Qianjiu opened the door without the slightest hesitation, his dark eyes seemed to be able to see the person in front of him, and he said to the person in front of him, "Come in."

Seeing Mu Qianjiu who didn't ask his name, didn't ask why he came, and didn't have any sense of vigilance, his expression was so indifferent that he seemed to despise him.

The reporter who stood at the door and prepared a long speech, intending to use the sharpest words to get the truth, suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

Follow Mu Qianjiu into the house that looks very old, the walls are peeling off, but it doesn't look messy at all.

The reporter holding the recording pen couldn't help but ask Mu Qianjiu, "Excuse me, are you really blind?"

Hearing his funny words, Mu Qianjiu suddenly turned around and looked at him with eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

Indifferent and funny question and answer: "Otherwise? Mr. Reporter, I don't know if you have heard the idiom that practice makes perfect, and if this kind of thing happens to you, you will not speak casually like this."

Mu Qianjiu's penetrating and lifeless eyes, although they lack focus.

But the reporter's heart tightened, and he swallowed dryly and said, "How do you know I'm a reporter? I only said one sentence when I came in. It's not that I don't respect blind people, but I don't want to respect fake blind people."

The more he talked, he put away the expression of being intimidated by Mu Qianjiu, and became more confident.

Because he felt that he had caught Mu Qianjiu's handle, and Mu Qianjiu must be playing tricks on himself.

After Mu Qianjiu heard his words, he said indifferently: "I heard your voice on TV yesterday, I remember your breathing, and you used the same recorder as yesterday, I said Right? Because the frequency of the recorder you used to record my brother's speech is the same."

Mu Qianjiu didn't care to hide his words, which made the visitor feel a chill down his spine. He always felt that Mu Qianjiu was indescribably dangerous and evil.

This time it was just different, he subconsciously planned to take a step back, but Mu Qianjiu was before his feet hit the ground.

Turning his back to him, he said: "The chair is over there, don't step back, be careful there is something on the floor."

Hearing Mu Qianjiu's words, the reporter looked behind him in amazement, there was really something where his heels were about to land.

This made the reporter who was planning to have a long speech and planned to ask Mu Qianjiu suddenly cast a shadow in his heart. At this moment, he felt that Mu Shuangxing was too far behind his blind sister.

Facing the speechless reporter who had been shocked by himself, Mu Qianjiu, who had achieved the effect, asked the reporter in a timely manner.

"Do you have anything to do with me today, or are you planning to ask my brother again yesterday to show your impartiality as a reporter?"

Hearing Mu Qianjiu's words that stimulated him a little bit, and at the same time brought a little inducing topic.

People who were originally lacking in confidence, when they mentioned the industry they were proud of, they immediately said: "Yes, I am a reporter for the sake of justice."

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, the smile on the corner of Mu Qianjiu's mouth made Gordon feel in his heart.

I saw Mu Qianjiu's thin lips lightly parted: "Really? Reporter Wu, in your three-year career as a reporter, out of thousands of reports, three of 480 were subjectively induced advanced reports without solid evidence. , of the remaining 600 cases, there are 36 false reports, 52 follow-up reports, and the rest are normal reports of ordinary life, am I right?"

Mu Qianjiu told about the reporter's career information of the person in front of him, but he didn't answer.

Mu Qianjiu continued: "In these 36 false reports, you made two people pay for their own lives, and 52 follow-up reports also indirectly or directly killed four people. Although these things are whitewashed, there is no People come to pursue you as a reporter, but are you sure that someone like you is a reporter who pursues the truth, not a murderer?"

Mu Qianjiu's words caused the pupils of the person standing behind her to expand rapidly. How could a blind Mu Qianjiu know this?
The whole body collapsed, and Mu Qianjiu, who was still calm and even cold, asked in front of him with a broken mentality: "You say so much, is it so that I can let you and your brother go, as a reporter, I always There are right and wrong, but most of the truth needs reporters like us, no matter what you do, I will not give up the truth."

Facing his character like Xiaoqiang, Mu Qianjiu raised the corners of his mouth and told him lightly: "I don't intend to let you let us go, I intend to ask you to apologize to my brother."

(End of this chapter)