Chapter 92 (1/2)
Mo Bing is about to ask. He hears the noise on the other side of the phone. Like a swarm of bees, he shakes up the sound waves on the phone. Then, the phone is hung up by Jiang Jiusheng.
”Yuan Jiusheng!”
”It's Jiang Jiusheng!”
At the gate of the hospital, groups of reporters poured in and blocked the whole entrance of the main gate. Without waiting for Jiang Jiusheng's words, all kinds of endless problems hit her.
”Mr. Jiang, are you sick?”
”With my boyfriend?”
”Sheng Sheng, can you tell me when you are going to start dating?”
”Will it be made public in the near future?”
”Any further plans?”
”Three series of love ballads are written by Sheng Sheng to the other half?”
”Will Sheng Sheng sing at the concert? Is there any special meaning? ”
“……”
One by one, the questions were bombarded, almost forced. They didn't give people a chance to breathe and think. The camera and microphone were getting closer and closer to her.
Passers-by and medical staff back, many onlookers also took out their mobile phones, only Jiang Jiusheng stood at the gate, step back is the wall, further is a reporter who would like to open her belly.
”Sheng Sheng, please answer me.”
”Will you and your boyfriend go public?”
”Does the new album have anything to do with him?”
”Is this a trip or a visit?”
Jiang Jiusheng is silent all the time, eyes light frost dye like cold. However, the reporters were more and more aggressive, pushing and asking questions constantly. The whole entrance of the hospital was blocked tightly. The noise covered the sound of the surrounding environment. The crazy reporters were in high spirits and ignored the pleas from behind.
”Let it go.”
He was a middle-aged man, wearing a white sweatshirt and holding a three or four year old boy. In the chilly early winter, the man was sweating.
”Please give way.”
The man almost begged, but the reporters who were carrying the camera were completely indifferent, and they were still crowding. The instruments in their hands almost hit the boy in his hands, forcing him to stagger and back, and he couldn't squeeze in at all. The voice was too noisy, and the little boy in his hands could not understand clearly and kept murmuring vaguely.
The man's eyes were red, and he growled loudly, ”get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”
”Let me in!”
”My child is ill.”
”Give way.”
But no matter how he shouted, the reporters in front of him still ignored him. The voice of questioning and the voice of the camera spotlight completely annihilated his voice.
”Let's go first.”
It's Jiang Jiusheng. She says.
The reporters were quick to see through the cracks, one question after another.
Jiang Jiusheng's face was completely cold. She took off her mask and said in a deep voice, ”if there is a patient, get out of the way first.”
As soon as her words fell, there was no one to get in. She was a male reporter, and the microphone almost hit her.
”Sheng Sheng, is it the default if you don't answer?”
”Is your boyfriend in the hospital, too?”
”You're not feeling well? Is it a good thing coming? ”