Chapter 3437: The chief killed them one by one!

Song Song was squeezed in the middle of the crowd, his already scarred feet, at this moment, being stepped on by reporters' leather boots and high heels, it hurts!
And the bright sun above the head looks so violent at the moment, stinging people dizzy!
Facing the criticism from the crowd, Song Song held his mind and said loudly:
"Plagiarism is about the dignity of a painter. I swear with my dignity that I will never do such a thing!"
She thought it was enough if she showed her attitude.
Unexpectedly, she still knew too little about the media industry, and she believed too much in sincerity between people.
I only listened to those reporters and didn't care what she said at all. Instead, they grabbed her in a few words and played even more indiscriminately:
"Miss Song, are you admitting that you have plagiarized and have no dignity?"
"Miss Song, you dare not say that you plagiarize Heaven and Thunder Strike, because you are afraid? Afraid of being punished by God?"
"So Miss Song, are you planning to publicly apologize and make atonement?"
Song Song stopped breathing.
Are these people sick? When did she admit it? Scared? Ready to make atonement?
Why do these people deliberately misinterpret her meaning, even, obviously framed her!
She suddenly understood that these people must have come with a conclusion and purpose. No matter what she said today, when she goes back, the manuscripts and interviews sent by these people will discredit her!
And if she didn't say anything, these people must also have a way-to write that she was plagiarizing because of a guilty conscience!
What a vicious group of people.
Song Song was full of grief and indignation, and for the first time he saw the society deeply, hidden under the bright sun, the most dirty dark side.
She clenched her fists and wanted to leave, but she couldn't even leave!
These people seem to have deliberately squeezed her in the middle, enjoying her inability to move, taking pleasure in her embarrassment and dilemma!
"Miss Song! Miss Song!"
A familiar voice suddenly came from the crowd.
Adjutant Lu, this is the voice of Adjutant Lu.
Song Song burst into tears for a moment.
Had it not been for her brother to let the adjutant to accompany her today, she would really be killed by these reporters!
She sniffed, trying to squeeze in the direction of Adjutant Lu.
Fortunately, Adjutant Lu was powerful, with a twist, a push, and a tugging, he quickly split a road, protected Song Song from the crowd, and took her into the car!
The reporters couldn't catch up, so they had to grumble and write in their notebooks: "The plagiarism painter Song XX is suspected to be raised by the gold master, and he ran away in a famous sports car..."
On the way back.
Song Song didn't say a word, his palm was always tightly clenched.
It wasn't until the car drove into the base that she seemed to have finally returned to a harbor where she could be completely trusted, and opened her palms lightly.
But still bowing his head, he asked Adjutant Lu in a low tone: "You... have seen the news? Do you believe what they said?"
Adjutant Lu nodded, and then quickly said: "No, Miss Song, I only believe you! They must be nonsense! When the chief comes back, they will kill them one by one!"
Song Song whispered: "Since I was young, I haven't even copied a word in my homework, but now I am so slandered by my paintings... These media have been planned long ago, and even if my brother comes back, I am afraid it will not be able to stop the world. People’s lingering mouth...These people are too bad...his--"
With that, the wound on the sole of her foot was touched by the steps, and the pain made her breathless and speechless.
Adjutant Lu looked very uncomfortable, and did not dare to see her wounds without authorization, so he could only send her back to her room to rest, and quickly called Gong Qing secretly.
"Head, you must answer, Miss Song is so miserable now..." He called anxiously.
However, Gong Qing is still discussing the deployment of the military parade with the President. I am afraid that he may not be back tonight. The phone is turned off and will not answer.
Adjutant Lu scratched his head anxiously.
Suddenly, he remembered that Ouyang Qian was also in the presidential palace, attending a discussion meeting with the chief.
How about calling Ouyang Qian to tell her Lord Chief?
[Gong Qing: Good night kiss! Who dares to mess with my woman? I killed him! 】