Chapter 829

Shen Wenqian hurriedly honked his horn and muttered "garbage, shame on the singing world.".

Ruan Qi felt something was wrong when he saw the group of reporters just now. At this time, seeing Shen Wenqian scold so much, the doubt in his heart is even more serious.

"Brother Shen, has the public opinion on the Internet changed?"

Staring at the red light as if he were looking at his enemy, Shen Wenqian said "um" with an angry face.

"Just half an hour ago, Fei Sheng praised the microblog that said you won the prize and had a dark story."

Fei Sheng?

Ruan Qi was stunned, "I seem to have heard this name..."

"Of course you have." Shen Wenqian sneered. "In the past, Fei Sheng and Wei Song were called the two gold medal producers in the Chinese singing world. However, later, a paparazzi broke out that he cheated in his marriage, and his reputation plummeted. People always compare him with Mr. Wei Song on the Internet. But let me say that in terms of personality, he can't even compare with Mr. Wei!"

Ruan Qi agreed with this and nodded in agreement.

"But brother Shen, Fei Sheng and I have no enemies. How could he praise my black material?"

"I don't know." as soon as Shen Wenqian turned the steering wheel, the car turned onto the avenue, "it may be rubbing the heat, or it may be ordered by some people."

Instigate?

Ruan Qi thought a little, "you mean Cheng Yan?"

Shen Wenqian didn't answer, but smiled coldly.

Although Fei Sheng's reputation has plummeted, his position in the singing world is there, and ordinary people can't move him.

Except for the third miss of the Cheng family, Cheng Yan.

Ruan Qi heard Shen Wenqian's sneer, and his guess was more certain.

Her eyes slowly turned cold, and her cool eyes fell on the reporters outside through the window.

Bang -!

With a loud noise, the security door of the guard room shook twice.

Startled, the guard quickly took out his walkie talkie and shouted to several young guards outside: "hurry! Surround the doors and windows! Don't let them smash the windows!"

As soon as the voice fell, a stone hit the window glass.

"Flat calf, give up!" the Northeast accent of the guard came out.

He took out his baton and motioned twice out of the window. "What are you doing? A group of people bully a little girl. Look for smoke!"

Unfortunately, the threat of the guard didn't work, and the reporters were still trying to open the window and climb in.

Fei Sheng praised Ruan Qi's award-winning microblog, which is really big news.

If they can get any news from Ruan Qi, they may be able to see the 19-year-old music genius fall from the cloud to the bottom.

#Talented music singers admit to the dark # - the temptation of this kind of news is enough to make all journalists lose their senses.

They rushed up crazily, and several big and thick male journalists were ready to smash the windows.

Several young guards were blocked outside the door, their guard uniforms were torn, and one was stepped on.

Ruan Qi frowned deeply at these reporters who had almost lost their humanity for news.

She turned her head and looked at the monitor screen in the guard room. Everything outside the door had been clearly recorded by the monitor.

The little girl looked at the monitoring screen, gave a sneer, then picked up her mobile phone and dialed a three digit number.

"Crooked? Little sister of the police?" her voice took on four points of crying, three points of fear, two points of panic and one point of panic. "Dozens of people gathered at the east gate of Dida to make trouble, and the guard has been trampled! Come on, you're going to kill! Ah --! Who hit me? Help!!!"

Ruan Qi, who played with the essence of the play, let out a scream with both voice and emotion, and then 'PA' hung up the phone.

After watching the whole process, the guard said: "...."