The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Huang Ya pushed her gently, "Teacher Wen?"

Wen Qing opened her eyes in a daze.

Huang Ya said, "Wake up, why have you been sleeping so soundly these past few days at noon?"

After lying down for a few seconds, Wen Qing slowly sat up and rubbed between her eyebrows.

"I probably haven\'t been doing much lately, so I feel a lot," she said, getting off the recliner, rolling up the blanket and folding the recliner.

"When did the Teacher Li leave?"

"Teacher Yin just left. Teacher Li has been walking for more than half an hour."

Wen Qing yawned and sat down at her desk.

How strange, he had clearly just woken up, why was he still so sleepy?

At around three o\'clock, she and Teacher Huang went downstairs to the basketball court.

However, the entrance to the basketball court today was different from before.

The two of them were separated by quite a distance, but they saw that there were quite a few people surrounding the entrance of the basketball court.

They looked at each other. Huang Ya said, "Why are there so many people over there today?"

Wen Qing pulled her wrist and said, "Let\'s go take a look."

As the two walked closer, a student shouted, "The Teacher Wen is here."

Then someone ran towards them.

Wen Qing was stupefied. What\'s going on?

A man ran over to her first, asking her in all seriousness, "Miss Wen, I\'m the reporter from the press, I want to interview you with a few questions."

A reporter? Wen Qing\'s heart thumped.

"I\'m sorry, I\'m just a mortal and won\'t be interviewed by reporters," she said calmly.

Huang Ya also said, "Journalists, this is a school. To barge in like this and interview our school\'s staff without their consent is against the rules."

"We will only ask a few simple questions. A lot of students just now replied that the true daughter of Third Young Master Huo is not Miss Bai Family, but is instead called Wen Qing in this school. May I ask, are you the one they spoke of as the true daughter?"

Wen Qing guessed that the reason she was chased by the reporters might have something to do with Huo Tingshen.

"Sorry, like I said, I don\'t accept interviews with reporters. I won\'t answer any of your questions, so please leave immediately."

Wen Qingyi finished her sentence, but the surrounding reporters had no intention of leaving.

They continued to ask questions about her and Huo Tingshen.

For example, when they met, how they met, and when they became lovers.

There were also reporters who asked her if it was true that Huo Tingshen\'s lover, Huo Tingshen, was going to get married to Bai Yue.

Hearing these questions, Huang Ya looked at Wen Qing worriedly and said to the reporters, "If you continue to ask, then I\'ll have to call security."

Outside of the encirclement, some students shouted out, "Teacher Wen, why don\'t you admit that you and San Ye are a couple? Weren\'t you showing your love on campus a few days ago."

Wen Qing frowned. Having students jeering around was what gave her the most headache.

With the reporters not leaving, the three sides were in a deadlock.

At this moment, the students of the school\'s basketball team squeezed into the crowd.

A dozen people surrounded Wen Qing and Huang Ya, turning around to face the reporters.

They were all tall and strong, completely blocking the two women.

Among them, the captain of the basketball team walked to Wen Qing\'s side and said with a smile: "Teacher Wen, Tingren told me to inform you that your rescue workers are on their way. He told you to hold on for a few more minutes."

"Rescue perso

el? Who? Tingren? What can he solve? "

The basketball team members surrounded them tightly. Huang Ya whispered, "These kids really make me feel safe."

Wen Qing smiled at her.

A few minutes later, there was a commotion from outside the crowd.

Of course, the two women inside could not be seen at all.

Huang Ya wondered, "What\'s going on?"

Wen Qing shook her head. "I don\'t know."

At this moment, a reporter spoke up, "Master San, may I ask, is your girlfriend really in this school?"

Hearing the question from the reporter, Wen Qing frowned. On the other hand, Huang Ya was pleasantly surprised. "Lord Third is here."

Wen Qing pricked up her ears and listened to the answer outside.

At this moment, it was very quiet outside.

Huo Tingshen said in a lukewarm voice, "What does it have to do with you?"

The reporter froze for a moment, "Master San, I\'m a journalist, it\'s my duty to answer questions for the public."

"That\'s your problem."

"But I need this answer from Lord Third."

Huo Tingshen sneered: "Why should I give it to you?"

"Lord Third, as a famous person ??"

"Known or unknown, I don\'t know. But I\'m very sure of one thing." Huo Tingshen\'s eyes turned cold: "I\'m not a public figure, I\'m willing to say my privacy. That\'s my problem, I don\'t want to say it, and it has something to do with you?" A small journalist wants to cause a ruckus in front of me? What, you think you\'re Nezha? "

A burst of laughter came from the surroundings.

The reporter\'s face turned green and red, "San Ye, by saying this, you are implying that your privacy is here?"

Huo Tingshen raised his eyebrows and took a step forward.

After the reporter finished speaking, he instantly felt some regret.

Because Huo Tingshen\'s aura scared him.

Huo Tingshen reached out his hand and the reporter quickly turned his head to avoid it. However, Huo Tingshen merely turned the reporter\'s badge around, took a glance, and said to the staff member following him.

Call Lin Shaokang, I will only give him an hour, and let China Daily disappear from the Northern City media circle. Also, put a ban on everyone in the national media circle, no one can hire this Wu You as a reporter, otherwise, whoever accepts him, I will flatten the company.

"Yes, Master San."

On the other side, Wu You\'s face was livid. "Master San, I just want to report the truth. I don\'t want to be your enemy."

"You dare to pester me like this, who knows if you will go out and bully i

ocent people using your identity as a reporter? You\'re just a journalist, not a god with a sword in his hand. Don\'t take yourself too seriously.

If you are that professional, if you really love your job so much, then many of you are the lowest of i

ocent people who need your camera to record the truth and help them.

"Now, you dare to come and make fun of me, it\'s simply because my gossip allows you to earn more money and makes you more famous. But this reporter Wu, you\'ve truly found the wrong person. Today, I\'ll deal with you for the sake of getting rid of all the harm in the world of journalists."

As he said this, his eyes swept across the surrounding reporters, "Anyone who still wants to follow the old path of Huaxia Daily, you just have to provoke me. I\'m warning you, if anyone dares to let me see any news related to me, or to the teaching staff or students of the Peking University, in the media, I will definitely make sure that none of you, in this circle, will be able to turn your backs on me."

The surrounding reporters looked at each other before leaving one by one.

The basketball team students surrounding Wen Qing and Huang Ya opened up a path. Huo Tingshen walked towards Wen Qing.

"Are you scared?"