Chapter 1032 Question

"You can answer one by one. Don't you not know such a simple method?" A female reporter broke the eerie silence.

The first half of the sentence is okay, but the second half of the sentence, no one can tell that she is mocking Song Wuyou's stupidity.

Song Wuyou smiled indifferently, looked at the little reporter with his jaw, and asked in a calm tone: "How old are you? Which school did you graduate from? Do you know that the clothes you are wearing this year are of poor taste? ?”.

Little reporter: "..."

"Do you remember which specialty store you bought it from? Your hairstyle looks like an afro, which hair stylist did it for you? Do you have a boyfriend? How old is your boyfriend this year? Does he have a car or a house? Yes Where are you from?"

Little reporter: "..."

"When are you going to get married? Both parents agree with your relationship, right?"

Little reporter: "..."

"Your double eyelid surgery is a bit fake, it looks very unnatural, do you remember the phone number of the chief surgeon? Call him later, you must complain to him and claim compensation from him, you know?"

Little reporter: "..."

"Do you like dogs or cats?"

Little reporter: "..."

"What make of car do you drive?"

Little reporter: "..."

"How tall are you? Besides the double eyelid surgery, have you had any surgery? Have you had your IQ tested? How high is your IQ? How many times have you broken up in total? Do you cry very painfully every time?"

Little reporter: "..."

"Are you still a first-timer? You are not a first-timer, does your boyfriend mind? This reporter, please answer my questions, and don't miss any of them, is that okay?"

Reporters: ...

They all looked at the little reporter.

The little reporter looked confused, her mind was completely confused by the questions Song Wuyou asked.

The other party also asked her to answer everything without missing anything, but she couldn't do it.

Song Wuyou looked at the little reporter with a slight smile: "What? Can't answer?"

The little reporter froze for a moment, then stared at Song Wuyou: "I'm a reporter, so I don't need to answer your questions. If you let me answer these questions, isn't my privacy completely exposed?"

"Your privacy is valuable, but mine is not? Then do I need to answer your questions one by one?" Song Wuyou gave the little reporter a cold look, and then swept across the group of people lightly.

"We are reporters. Of course you have to answer our questions." The young reporter looked like he had just entered the industry, and his immature face was tinged with arrogance.

"Of course you have to answer?" Song Wuyou sneered sneeringly, and asked Liu Zhiming: "Zhiming, according to the laws of Country K, you must answer questions from reporters?"

Liu Zhiming said loudly: "No, ma'am! But there is a crime of harassment in the laws of country K, and they harass you every day, ma'am!"

Song Wuyou looked coldly at the male reporter who was the first to ask a question. His question was [Mrs. Gu, is Young Master Gu really dead? 】.

"What did you ask me just now?" Song Wuyou said lightly.

The male reporter pursed his lips and asked, "Mrs. Gu, is Young Master Gu dead?"

Song Wuyou turned cold, and asked, "Are you cursing my husband?"

The male reporter was speechless for a moment.

"Sir, are your parents dead?" Song Wuyou asked again.

When the male reporter heard this, his expression changed, and he looked at Song Wuyou displeasedly: "Mrs. Gu, we are interviewing you, why are you treating us like this? My parents are in good health, you are cursing me Did the parents die sooner?"