Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

After half an hour.

The paparazzi limped towards the curb, clutching the phone tightly to his ear: "It's true... Editor-in-Chief, I must have been injured, and my body still hurts now, there is no good flesh left All! Once you get the injury test report, you will definitely be able to write a headline...Okay, then I will wait for you right here..."

Not long after, the editor-in-chief of Entertainment Weekly, who was able to call him, dragged him into the car, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "It was really a fight? It was a good fight. Whoever did it first, did you take a picture?"

As he spoke, the editor-in-chief's eyes wandered around the paparazzi's face for a few more times. It seemed a pity that Nie Ziye actually slapped someone but not his face.

The editor-in-chief's appearance of only caring about the news and not caring about the bodies of his subordinates made the paparazzi feel a little uncomfortable, and the head of the hot blood was half cold: "No... I didn't take pictures, they robbed my phone, even The photos in it have also been deleted. But it is true that they did it first!"

The editor-in-chief's eyebrows were all frowned: "Didn't get it? Then how do you prove that they did it first? Ask the restaurant if they want surveillance in the parking lot?"

Paparazzi: "...I don't want to come either."

The owner of that restaurant is very good at being a man. He knows that many people from the TV station go to eat in his restaurant, and celebrities often visit, so he will not easily give the surveillance to reporters, and he is unwilling to offend those big stars even if he gives money. .

The paparazzi repeatedly assured that he would not be able to move after being beaten for several minutes, and he must have been seriously injured, which made the editor-in-chief look better.

The taxi stopped in front of a hospital, and the editor-in-chief brought the paparazzi into the hospital and registered him.

However, after a round of inspection, the expression of the paparazzi became more and more confused, and the expression of the editor-in-chief became more and more strange: "You said before...they beat you without a good piece of meat?"

The paparazzi moved his lips, wanting to nod and say yes, but after he took off his clothes, there were no scars on his body except for the mosquito bite bag.

The places where there were sores were also covered in white flowers, not to mention bruises, not even a slap mark could be seen.

"It must be an internal injury!" the paparazzi emphasized hastily, "I couldn't even move at the time!" In order to prove that he was not lying, he even grabbed the arm of the doctor who was examining him in a panic, "Doctor, please Shall we go make another film?"

The doctor said seriously: "Are you questioning my professionalism? I can't tell if you are injured or not. You are in good health and don't need to take an X-ray at all! If you want to take pictures of you, change to another hospital. We are a regular university. The hospital will not randomly prescribe unnecessary inspection items to patients, not to mention wasting patients' money, but also wasting medical resources!"

Paparazzi: "..."

The editor-in-chief's face was extremely ugly: "You said that Nie Ziye and the others beat you, and it was two people who beat you together?"

"No...Nie Ziye didn't do anything." The paparazzi answered honestly with a voice like a mosquito buzzing.

Editor-in-Chief: "Then who did it?"

Paparazzi: "It's a boy who looks underage, who is Nie Ziye's date..." Seeing that the sneer before the storm was on the editor's face, he hastily added, "Nowadays, children mature late. He must be an adult, he just looks young, otherwise he wouldn't be so strong!"

The editor-in-chief didn't bother to pay attention to his rhetoric, patted the paparazzi on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "I know, Nie Ziye's scandal is difficult to get, and it's normal to be anxious. But we are serious entertainment reporters, not those who engage in sex. We have to have a bottom line, ah."

Paparazzi: "..."

The paparazzi felt bitter, but no one believed what he said.A head-to-toe physical examination did not find any problems, and he was "educated" by the doctor and the editor-in-chief in turn. If it weren't for the faint throbbing pain in his body, he would have thought he was touching porcelain!

It's really evil, he won't follow Nie Ziye's news from now on, can't he!

……

The big star Nie Ziye at the other end had no idea that Song Mo had helped him solve a difficult paparazzi. He drove Song Mo to the downstairs of the unit. He should have driven away immediately to avoid being recognized by the residents of this ordinary community.

However, he saw Song Mo's serious frown when he looked up upstairs, so he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

"The headlights are turned on in the living room at home." Song Mo's tone was also unprecedentedly serious, "Usually it only appears on big occasions. Something must have happened at home."

Usually at night, in order to save money, his parents use the light of small light bulbs for lighting. Anyway, as long as they can see clearly, they can make do with it.Unless it is a more important occasion.

Song Mo still remembered that the last time the house was so brightly lit was to celebrate the end of his college entrance examination. That night, Song's mother cooked a table of good dishes, and the atmosphere at home was comparable to that of Chinese New Year.

Song Mo once suspected that the original owner's sudden death was also related to overeating, and unhealthy eating habits were really bad.

The headlights were still on so late, with Song Mo's usual sensitive sense of smell, it was obviously to wait for him to come back.

So after listening to Song Mo's analysis, Nie Ziye simply accompanied him upstairs: "If necessary, I will also explain a few sentences for you."

"That's great, thank you, Brother Nie!" Song Mo turned his head and showed him a sincere smile.

The corridor of the unit building is very narrow, and the width of the stairs can only accommodate an adult man. At this time, Song Mo walked in front, followed by Nie Ziye. When he turned his head, the line of his slender neck became more and more clear under the light.

The short and refreshing hair has a few stubbles falling on the neck, which looks soft.

Nie Ziye's eyes dimmed, his footsteps paused, and he looked away indiscriminately.

Song Mo didn't notice Nie Ziye's anomaly, and now he focused all his attention on that lamp.Rao was not afraid of anything, when he reached out to press the doorbell, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

It was Song Xing who opened the door. She didn't live in school today, and went home directly after she couldn't get through to Song Mo.

"You still know to come back?" Song Xing said to him with a straight face. Although he put on an air of lecturing others, the concern in his eyes could not be ignored.

"Song Xing, why did you say that to your brother as soon as you opened the door? Hurry up and let people in first!" The parents of the Song family came over after hearing the bell, condemning their daughter's attitude without saying a word, and then dragging Song Mo into the door , asked him if he had eaten outside, if it was cold, and if he had enough clothes on.

Then I realized that there seemed to be someone behind Song Mo, and Song's mother didn't care too much: "You are Xiao Mo's friend, let's come in and sit for a while!"

Even though he was wearing a mask, Song Xing still recognized Nie Ziye's identity, and his eyes widened—what kind of friend, why did this big star show up at their house!

As for Nie Ziye, he had heard that some families favored sons over daughters, and the status of the family was extremely unequal. He only realized this kind of differential treatment when he saw it with his own eyes.

Although the Nie family only had two brothers and no daughter, Nie Ziye had no interest in the family business since he was a child, while his brother was raised as an heir.Even though the two brothers' future paths are destined to be different, their parents treat them equally, giving Nie Ziye no less love and assets than his brother.The two brothers have had a good relationship since childhood, and there is no possibility of brothers fighting against each other.

What surprised Nie Ziye was that even in such an environment, it was quite rare for the pair of siblings not to be reared...

Song Xing didn't bother to say a few words to Nie Ziye, nodded at him in a hurry, and walked towards Song Mo, who was pushed into the sofa by his parents to rest: "Don't rush to ask for warmth, do you have anything to ask my little brother?" silent?"

She glanced at Papa Song and Mama Song.

The earnest expressions of the Song family's parents froze, a little hesitant, a little embarrassed, and hesitated to speak.

And Song Mo was completely at a loss. Since time travel, he has been very unaccustomed to Song's father and Song's mother's over-enthusiasm. He almost stood up: "What are you asking?"

Every time this happens, parents can't bear to blame Song Mo, so Song Xing has no choice but to play the role of singing the black face, feeling very helpless in his heart: "I heard from your classmate this afternoon that you have been talking to me during this time. Those hooligans hang out together, don't they?"

Song Mo's expression changed: "Who said that?"

The original owner didn't have many friends in school, and those who were willing to talk to him were those who really regarded him as a friend. Song Mo really couldn't think of who said that he had "betrayed" him.

This is tantamount to a disguised acquiescence, Song's father and Song's mother's eyes turned red: "Xiao Mo... let's not play with those bad kids, okay?"

Song Xing couldn't stand the coaxing tone again, and her face became more serious: "It doesn't matter who said it, what matters is whether it happened or not. You know it's very easy to use the summer vacation to earn money." Okay, but there are many ways to make money, we would rather earn less than do things that go against conscience and morality, don’t you think?”

Seeing Song Mo nodding, Song Xing said again: "Parents are also worried that you will learn from others. Everyone cares about you, not to restrict your freedom to make friends."

"Although I do have work contacts with some people with bad reviews, I guarantee that I haven't violated the law..." Song Mo looked at the three people in front of him with a headache. Obviously, they still didn't quite believe his explanation. Turning around, seeing Nie Ziye standing at the door, he shouted at him as if grabbing a life-saving straw, "Brother Nie can testify for me!"

Only then did the three of them remember that there was another guest they had forgotten.

Nie Ziye was standing at the door looking curiously at the way of getting along with his family members who were different from his own. After seeing Song Mo's distressing gaze, he reacted quickly. He pulled off his mask and said, "He was just in the bathing center before. Go to work, I didn't do anything dishonest."

Song Xing pursed his lips, but Song's father and Song's mother looked like the sky was falling: "The bathing center! Can that be called 'nothing serious'..." Tears fell down suddenly, holding hands Looking at the tears in his eyes, he was so choked up that he could hardly breathe.

Nie Ziye was startled, how can someone shed tears as soon as they say they shed tears, even the actors don't have such good acting skills.

Song Xing grabbed the paper towels on the table with a blank expression, and stuffed a ball of paper towels into each of his parents' hands to wipe away his tears.

Song Mo went over with a dark face and gently tugged at him: "Let you help explain, why are you getting darker and darker like Guo Ang?"

Nie Ziye couldn't imagine that he would be on par with Guo Laoyao one day, and when he was in a complicated mood, he immediately tried to find a way to make up for it: "How about...you come to be my assistant, and don't go to any bathing center in the future. "

He didn't speak loudly, but as soon as he finished speaking, the three people on the opposite side looked at him in unison, and two of them stopped crying immediately, as if a director had yelled cut invisibly.

Even Song Mo looked him sideways: "Are you serious?"