Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Chapter 267

After Ji Mingyou glanced suspiciously for a few times, he asked in a low voice, "Lin Weiwei, do you know the man below? He has been looking at you with strange eyes."

His deep voice made Lin Weiwei look up, his eyes widened in shock, and he accidentally let the bottom of the electric whisk hit the porcelain wall, making a crisp "ding" sound.

This is not the old man who touched porcelain, why did he chase him here?

Although the old man had never seen a big scene before, he didn't dare to make trouble by looking at this posture. He moved his hands nervously, with a hesitant expression on his face.

After hearing this, Zhang Yumeng, who was single-minded and double-minded, followed the eyes of the two, her heart trembled, seeing that the old man was not on stage, she shouted anxiously, "Is this a fan? It looks so strange, why did you come to the shooting scene?" ?”

Her surprised voice made the staff look at it, and they all confirmed: "Someone has sneaked in, hurry up and drive this old man out."

She grabbed her clothes and straightened her hair, covered it with her hands, and blinked her eyes as a signal.

The old man saw a lot of people gathered around him, so he stopped struggling and ran up directly.

If he doesn't take the last step, the previous play will be in vain.

"Why didn't you stop him?" The director slapped the table angrily when he saw that the person was already on camera, and shouted at everyone.

The barrage had already exploded. Seeing the stranger rushing up, they all worriedly sent: "Protect the three of you, this old man suddenly found out that rushing up is too dangerous."

"Is there no security at the scene? It's scary, this old man is so weird."

Lin Weiwei turned off the sender, signaled the people around to take the old man down, and frowned: "Please go down first, this is the live broadcast."

Are all the people who touch porcelain so dedicated these days?

"You go down first, there will be measures if you mess up." Ji Mingyou sensed something was wrong, protected her behind him, and warned with a dignified expression.

The old man looked around curiously, not forgetting his purpose, pointing at the bewildered Lin Weiwei and shouting: "You hit me and ran away, how can a person like you still be on the show, I suggest you block it."

As soon as these words came out, everyone exploded, and the director stepped forward to arrest them: "Come down quickly, don't talk nonsense."

"Nonsense, is it reasonable for you to touch porcelain in your career?" Lin Weiwei was framed like this, and his anger reached his brain, wanting to come forward to make a theory.

Ji Mingyou hurriedly pulled her back, not knowing the cause of the incident, and worried that the incident would expand further, he shouted sharply: "Take the person down first."

He held Lin Weiwei tightly, and reminded: "Calm down, don't find other people's tricks for nothing."

Lin Weiwei also noticed that something was wrong. Generally, people who touch porcelain have already taken the money and ran away, so how could they catch up without thinking about the consequences?

"Don't touch me, if something bad or bad happens to me, can you take responsibility?" The old man was forced to act impatiently, waving his hands towards others, and shouting for help if touched.

Seeing that he was old, the staff present did not dare to touch him for a while.

Lin Weiwei suppressed her anger, and said that what she hadn't done would not fall on her head, and said seriously: "I definitely didn't hit you, you fainted on the ground, I saw that something was wrong with you, so I went to help you, and you took it Rely on it."

"I'm old, why are you lazy? You said you didn't hit me, why did you pay me so much money?" The old man took out 3 yuan from an old-fashioned coarse cloth bag and piled it on the table.

The 3 yuan has just been wrapped, and the white paper is all new, making the barrage even more crazy: "My God, what is going on?"

"I feel like Lin Weiwei is going to be confused. Everything this old man says sounds like the truth."

"I don't know the beginning and the end, and I don't make evaluations."

Lin Weiwei's eyes widened, and there seemed to be a sound in his head, and he shouted in astonishment: "How can I give you so much money?"

"It's you who insisted on going to the hospital for an examination. You held me back and refused to let me go, but I gave you less than 1000 yuan." Lin Weiwei held his breath in his chest, snapped his fingers angrily, and said, "Who do you see carrying 3 Ten thousand yuan to go out?"

Ji Mingyou frowned, seeing her aggrieved, felt a dull pain in his heart, took out his mobile phone and sent someone to search.

If this matter is completely resolved, Lin Weiwei will probably bear a terrible reputation.

"You sent someone to me, just to make me shut up, for fear of affecting your reputation." The old man seemed to know that she would ask such a question, so he opened his mouth and came with a determined face.

Lin Weiwei rolled his eyes, saw that what he said was seamless, glanced at the barrage accusing himself, his heartstrings were immediately broken, and he supported the table and shouted: "I didn't."

"Who gave you the money? Where did you meet, and tell them in detail." Ji Mingyou patted her on the back, his sharp eyes struck, and he asked sharply, "Every word you say will become Evidence will be recorded."

It turned out that the aggressive old man was choked up, watched him wave his hand, and said arrogantly: "It's useless for me to tell you, just confront this girl."

Lin Weiwei calmed down, not wanting to be trampled into the dust by this man, and asked, "Who met you, and how did you say it?"

"Say it's someone you sent, tell me to shut up, and give me more than 3 yuan." The old man squinted and said, not much different from the previous words.

Ji Mingyou's eyes were cold, he found the breaking point, and asked, "Tell me one by one carefully."

The old man thought for a while, patted his head, and said with a headache: "Oh, I'm old, and I can't remember anything clearly after being nervous and excited."

Seeing that he didn't answer directly, Lin Weiwei took a deep breath and smiled stiffly: "Then how are you sure I hit you?"

"Didn't you give me the money?" The old man patted the cash on the table and said affirmatively, "You have admitted part of what happened just now. We met in the morning."

The situation changed again, and the barrage gradually became rational: "It has changed again, and I will not stand in line for the time being."

"Hurry up and call the police, I've seen this kind of old rascal a lot." The director propped his chin, thinking that someone in the industry was jealous, so he sent someone to destroy Lin Weiwei, intending to investigate directly.

The scene was at an impasse for a moment, Zhang Yumeng stood up without saying a word, coughed lightly and said, "Actually, the old man doesn't intend to ask for it, maybe he just wants an apology, why don't we each take a step back."

Her words made Lin Weiwei puzzled. How is this different from admitting a mistake without reason?

"I refuse." Lin Weiwei kept a stern face, intending to clarify the matter.

At this time, does Zhang Yumeng want to set up her idiot persona?

"I don't agree either. It's meaningless for Lin Weiwei to apologize for others." Ji Mingyou put his arms around his chest, and once he took a step back, his stigma would never be washed away.

His magnetic voice made many people nod and suggested calling the police.

The old man didn't want to make a fuss, so when he saw the steps, he pushed the cash over, sighed, and the wrinkles on his face fell down: "I just want an apology, if you don't feel good about your conscience, come and have a check-up with me." That’s right, the money is going to be returned to you.”

"Maybe you think I'm hateful, but I'm too tough as an old man."

He bent his waist, and sighed so many people believed it was true, he stood up again.