: Act Sixty-one Truth

The reporter who followed Ling Lang to the scene couldn't help hesitating after seeing the person who appeared later.
This person is not someone else, it is the editor-in-chief of the newspaper he works for. It is said that he was a good news grabber when he was young.
The editor-in-chief was a little blessed, and Miss Qiao stared at him desperately, as if confirming whether he was that person, and his face became increasingly ugly.
The editor-in-chief stepped onto the stage, and Miss Chong Qiao and the audience nodded their heads. Then they sat down and began to introduce themselves.
"I'm the editor-in-chief of the entertainment edition of the Hushuo Morning News. Sixteen years ago, I was a reporter at the same newspaper. I was mainly responsible for tracking, secret shooting, and mining artists , also known as paparazzi ..."
"He's lying! He's a liar!" Miss Qiao interrupted him sharply. "Don't believe him!"
The editor-in-chief ignored her, and Wu went on to say, "Although my professional career generally has a bad relationship with artists, I have also had several friends in the circle in private, and Miss Qiao is one of them."
The reporter from the audience heard this, and even the hand of the dark shutter stopped for a while. The editor-in-chief and the heroine of this incident actually have such a relationship. Why was it stolen by the entertainment newspaper as a competitor? Headlines?
"Of course, paparazzi and entertainers can come together mainly because of the usefulness of each other. My purpose is to get more entertainment news through Miss Qiao, and Miss Qiao wants to increase my chance of exposure in the media through me."
"After Miss Qiao's debut, more than 80% of the important news came out first. This is because I can get inside information every time and rush to the scene as soon as possible."
"In return, I also tried to get as much layout as possible for Miss Qiao, coupled with Miss Qiao's good appearance and excellent acting skills, she soon emerged among the newcomers."
Miss Qiao heard that her face was cloudy and hazy, and she was obviously complimented, but she was not happy at all.
The editor continued, "When Miss Qiao appeared in" The Mermaid's Spell ", she was already a little-known young actress. At this time, in addition to continuing to disclose Miss Qiao's positive news, she was also responsible for covering her. Negative news, that is ... "
He took a deep breath. "She has a long-term underground relationship with a married person."
"Nonsense!" Everyone could see that Miss Qiao's panic at the moment was just the opposite of her performance. The editor calmly took out an envelope from her arms, and the contents looked thick.
"Although you ordered me to destroy the evidence, unfortunately, I have the habit of keeping records of my work. If you continue to question me, I will also consider making these photos public."
As soon as the editor's words came out, the reporters on the stage were very excited. He introduced the identity of the actor so unclearly, they all had a strong sense of gossip with a keen sense of smell.
But Miss Qiao seemed to realize this, and she really shut up and said nothing.
Without her interruption, the editor-in-chief went on smoothly. "But due to Miss Qiao's negligence, the man's spouse was suspected. In order to divert the other party's attention, Miss Qiao must create the illusion that she had a scandal."
As soon as Ling Lang returned to the venue, she caught up with this scene. "So, Miss Qiao took advantage of the teacher who worked with him at the time, and took advantage of the drunkenness, so I took an ambiguous photo in front of the hotel, that is, The one that Ms. Qiao showed to everyone. This can also be testified by Ms. Qiao's agent. "
The editor's remarks caused an uproar at the scene. Miss Qiao, who was sitting on the stage, had a dark face, but this time she didn't say anything to refute.
"This photo was originally expected to appear in the newspaper the next morning, but because ..." The editor paused for a moment, and seemed to be considering the wording. "The reason just explained by the seniors, this artificially produced news, was teacher Ling Mr. Mo's patron, stopped by Mr. Mo, was not made public. "
"Then it was Mr. Mo's order to block Miss Qiao?" A reporter asked a question immediately.
"No," the editor quickly denied. "In fact, the man's wife has already grasped the evidence of the interaction between the two, and she is also a very influential figure in the industry. Miss Qiao's economic company forced her at her request. The termination of all public activities of Miss Qiao has nothing to do with Mr. Mo. "
After hearing such words, the reporters were more curious, and they speculated on who the second pair of male and female protagonists involved in the incident, even Miss Qiao was shocked. For the first time, she heard the truth of the fact, which was quite different from her guess. .
"Given that I am also a third-party insider of Miss Qiao, and even played an accomplice role, the man's wife also put pressure on me through the newspaper. I once faced the danger of losing my job, and it was only with the help of Mr. Mo I was able to stay here until today as editor-in-chief. "
The editor stood up and said, "I know, what I said here today will have a bad impact on me and the credibility of the newspaper, and it will offend the parties involved, but I must tell the truth. , Not only for the sake of humanity, but also for the innocence of innocent people. "
Ling Lang listened silently at the end of the crowd, and every time he sat in that position and was watched by others, this was the first time he watched everyone's every move in the audience. He always knew that Mr. Mo had done a lot for him, but he only knew today that Mr. Mo had done more for him than he knew.
The editor-in-chief stood up and bowed deeply under the live broadcast. "I am here, formally resigning from my post as editor-in-chief of the entertainment section of the Hushuo Morning News. Thank you for taking care of me for a long time, all my personal behavior statements It has nothing to do with this newspaper, thank you all. "
The reporter from the Morning Post was dumbfounded. Why was he talking about his own boss suddenly resigning? He watched the editor step down and just wanted to get in, but was pushed away from behind him.
When the reporter turned around, he saw two uniformed policemen walk through the crowd to the podium, and handcuffed a pair of bright handcuffs to Miss Qiao's wrist under the eyes of everyone.
"Ms. Qiao XX, I suspect you have something to do with the explosion of Hushuo Film and Television City on July 14. Please follow us."
Everyone was stunned by the ups and downs of the story, but Miss Qiao had expected it to happen, without refuting and struggling, stood up obediently and went out under the police's open road.
After Ling Lang, they met with each other, her eyes had complicated emotions that Ling Lang couldn't understand.
"Trust me, I really wanted to blow you up that day," Ling Lang was shocked, her voice was not loud, and the scene was noisy, only a few recent talents could hear.
"It's just a pity ..." Her resentful gaze fell on Feng Hao, and after a moment she closed it back and hurled forward.
"I always thought you ruined my whole life, but I never thought it would be the result of my self-reliance."
After saying this, she left without looking back, followed by a flock of reporters.
The agent rushed over, grabbed Ling Lang and Feng Hao and left, "What are you two doing here? Can you get away in a while?"
Ling Lang was suddenly dragged by him, dragged back to Yuan Shen, and the stomach pain that he had been neglecting swept up again, making him unable to bear a breath and a frown.
Of course, this little action did not escape the eyes of Feng Hao's fire eyes, he was immediately caught by Feng Hao.
"Don't have breakfast?" He asked succinctly.
Ling Lang hesitated and nodded.
"How did I charge you yesterday?" He said a bit harshly.
"... something happened and I forgot."
Feng Hao also guessed what his accident was referring to, and only instructed the agent, "You go to a nearby pharmacy to buy some medicine, and I will take him upstairs to find a room to rest."
The broker's face was not good, and Ling ’s general momentum was gone. He whispered to Feng Hao, and then saw that the hotel door was surrounded by reporters, so he had to accept the plan.
"You go and wait for me, be careful not to be tracked to know?"
Feng Hao nodded, "I will pay attention."
Ling Lang and Feng Hao waited in the corridor for an assistant before arriving with the room card. Feng Hao looked around in the room with only a variety of drinks and instant noodles.
"Thank you for something to eat," Feng Hao explained to his assistant.
"Oh, well, what do you want?" The assistant asked.
"Digestible things, porridge, and so on," he said, pouring a cup of hot water for Ling Lang.
The assistant ran away swiftly. Only two of them were left in the room. After Ling Lang drank some water, his face finally eased.
"No matter what happens, you will have to have breakfast for me in the future," Ling Lang heard, Feng Hao was a little angry, only in the past when he violated the other party's order, Feng Hao would use this tone to him.
Ling Lang didn't dare to speak for a long time, and there was a moment of silence in the room.
It took a long time for Feng Hao to come over, take the cup in his hand, and rub his hair with the other hand, "Does it hurt?"
Ling Lang thought for a while and answered the question, "You won't answer my call."
Feng Hao was so happy, "I'm busy looking around for people."
"I thought you were angry."
"Why should I be angry? Because of that story? Didn't you just clarify it in the media just now, is half of the news fake?"
Ling Lang raised his eyes, and his dark eyes gazed at the other person, "because half of that news is true."
Feng Hao sat down beside him, "So, you want to tell me, have you been really raised by someone?"
"No, it's just that it doesn't make sense, it's really hard to believe."
"As long as you say it, I believe it."
Ling Lang lowered his head. "I didn't expect you to know Mr. Mo. Do you have the same relationship with him ...?"
Feng Hao stared at him with all the words, "What kind of relationship?"
"That's ..." Ling Lang was jammed. He didn't know how to describe his relationship with Mr. Mo, and he couldn't imagine how the same relationship appeared between Feng Hao and Mr. Mo.
"He is my benefactor," Ling Lang said finally.
"You said just now."
"Also a very important person in my life."
Feng Hao listened carefully.
"I have known him for so long, and there has been only one dispute, which is about Miss Qiao."
Ling Lang recalled the past. "After the candid incident, Mr. Mo forbade me to continue to communicate with Miss Qiao. I thought he was interfering with the freedom of my interpersonal communication, but I don't know until today that he is only protecting me from being used."
"He protected me in every possible way, even a little paparazzi came over, but I misunderstood him. I have always regretted not being able to thank him personally, in fact, think about it, maybe I owe him an apology.
Feng Hao smiled when he heard it here, "I'm really jealous to hear that you take him so importantly."
"Sometimes I have the illusion that you are the same person as him, because in some ways you really look like him."
"For example?" Feng Hao asked calmly.
"It's gentle for a while, and stern for a while, it's just as important to me."
"If you say," Feng Hao pulled the ending a little longer, and finally he couldn't help laughing at his own question, "I fell into the river with him at the same time, which one do you save?"
Ling Lang was really thinking about this problem seriously. After thinking about it for a long time, he shook his head. "Not the same, Mr. Mo is just as good to me as a rebirth. I would rather sacrifice my life to save him ashore"
"what about me?"
Ling Lang looked at him, saying, "I want to die with you."
He took Feng Hao's hand and knelt down in front of him. "Sorry, I have been hiding you from Mr. Mo."
Feng Hao looked at him softly, "but I have been hiding you."
Ling Lang shook his head again, "You don't need to tell me everything, but I shouldn't have reservations about you. I didn't admit it to you, although it can be said that it was because I was innocent with Mr. Mo, but this It's just a self-deceiving idea. I don't say it's because I'm guilty and I'm afraid you know my past. "
Feng Hao stroked his cheek. "So you have no reservations for me now?"
Ling Lang nodded.
Feng Hao laughed. "Since you are so frank, I will share a secret with you," he slumped, and stuck it to Ling Lang's ear. "I am ..."
Feng Hao's face didn't fall, Feng Hao's face changed, and she flicked a fist, Ling Lang felt only a sudden pain in the corner of her mouth, and Feng Hao was knocked down on the carpet by the whole person.