Yu Yi did his best.

Pushing away the crowded crowd, she staggered forward, with all kinds of noisy questions and invectives in her ears, and the end of the microphone knocked to her waist, her face was pale in pain, but she still moved forward.

She and Wang Qiuhua are not only reporters and cameramen, but also life and death, two identities.

It's almost there!

In front of Yu Yi, there were only cameramen holding equipment high and a few reporters pushing Wang Qiuhua, and she could already clearly see Wang Qiuhua's appearance. Her collar was a little disheveled, her hair was messy, her face was swollen and haggard, and her steps were vague and weak, but she still stubbornly stood in front of the door.

On this last journey, she wanted to keep peace for Yu Yi.

The anger rushed straight to her brain, Yu Yi seemed to hear the screams coming from her heart, and she even wanted to stand up and admit that she was Yu Yibing, she was not dead, and this farce should have ended a long time ago.

As long as she can stop these people from going crazy, she is willing to do anything.

But now she is too small.

In the eyes of these reporters, an eighteenth-tier star is not even dust.

The photographer blocking the front turned his head and glanced at Yu Yi contemptuously, his body was immovable, firmly occupying the best shooting position, and taking all of Wang Qiuhua's pain in the lens.

Someone in the villa heard the movement, and the reporter at the front seemed to see some familiar face, shouted in surprise, and beckoned his own cameraman to rush in.

At this time, knowing which celebrity came to attend the funeral and inferred from this is enough to make headlines for several days.

For them, Wang Qiuhua is too much of a hindrance.

I had some scruples before, but the opportunity was in front of me, several reporters glanced at each other, held the microphone high, hid the other hand in front of them, pretended to be pushed, and inadvertently pounced forward and pushed Wang Qiuhua away.

Her bloated body staggered back two steps, slamming the wall hard, the sound of the back of her head banging was extremely loud, and a dazzling blush opened her vision, Yu Yi clearly saw this scene, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Don't protect her anymore.

Stop.

No one stood in the way, the reporters frantically pushed forward, they crowded at the door, they all wanted to be the first to enter, and no one paid attention to Wang Qiuhua's condition.

Yu Yi watched Wang Qiuhua hold the back of her head and get up with difficulty, she was a little dizzy, and her steps were even weaker, even so, she still wanted to step forward to stop the footsteps of those reporters.

This is the last time.

At least before leaving, she hoped to give Yu Yi a quiet.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, how can a mayfly shake a tree.

With the previous beginning, this time they were even more unkind to Wang Qiuhua, and the force acting on her body was greater, she fell backwards uncontrollably, and she was about to stumble to the ground again.

Wrong!

Yu Yi's eyes widened suddenly.

Not far behind Wang Qiuhua, there is a quiet crescent moon sculpture, more than one meter high, a gift from an artist, she thought it was too big to be an eyesore in the living room, so she simply threw it at the door as a decoration.

The two ends of the crescent moon were extremely sharp, and Wang Qiuhua was about to collide with them.

"Be careful!"

Yu Yi screamed, and out of nowhere, he slammed away the man in front of him, and became the first person to break into the villa.

But it's too late.

Wang Qiuhua obviously didn't react, her eyeshadow reflected Yu Yi's panicked face, but the recoil was obviously not something she could control, she was still retreating, getting closer and closer to the sculpture.

Seeing it, blood is about to be splattered on the spot.

Yu Yi's eyes were red and about to drip blood.

In this moment of life and death, a big palm stretched out and gently helped Wang Qiuhua on her back, blocking her momentum to retreat.

It's less than a centimeter away.

Wang Qiuhua was stunned for a moment, and when she turned around, she was also in a cold sweat.

She hurriedly looked at the helper and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Mr. Bandit. ”

Bandit Xingyun shook his head, his eyes looked past Wang Qiuhua to the door, his gaze swept over Yu Yi, he was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed, and a trace of unclear emotion flashed in his eyes. But soon, he ignored her and looked at the reporters blocking the door.

The atmosphere was suddenly suffocated, as if the temperature had dropped a lot in an instant, no one dared to respond to his gaze, even the flashing lights that kept turning on before were dimmed, and the reporters lowered their heads one after another, their faces were a little panicked.

This is a.

The president of Chalang has always been the master of the same thing.

Wang Qiuhua has to worry about whether she will annoy the media and bring trouble to the artists under her hands, but Bandit Xingyun will not care about them.

If you want to say it, the reverse is pretty much the same.

He snorted coldly, his cold gaze swept over the faces of each reporter, everyone was silent, and a few people standing in front hurriedly stretched out their hands and blocked the name tag on the microphone, for fear of being remembered.

Who would have thought that Bandit Xingyun would come here, he actually knew Yu Yibing?

The reporters have a lot of things in their minds, but they are secretly complaining in their hearts, chasing the waves of this behemoth, they really can't afford to offend these small families.

Bandit Xingyun didn't speak, and the male reporter standing at the front smacked his lips and hesitated to speak.

"Mr. Bandit, we are..."

Before he finished his words, Bandit Xingyun had no intention of continuing to listen.

", during Yu Yibing's funeral, don't let me see you again. ”

If you don't like it, if you change to some artist agents, you would have been smeared into black material and sold to the right home. But this is a banditry, and the reporters didn't dare to make a sound, turned around and left with relief, and even secretly glad that they were not remembered.

Soon, there was only one Yu Yi left at the door of the villa.

She still didn't react, and looked at Bandit Xingyun in a daze and whispered something to Wang Qiuhua, and then called someone and took her to treat the wound on the back of her head.

Before Wang Qiuhua left, she turned around and smiled at Yu Yi.

"I hear you, thank you, little girl. ”

Yu Yi nodded blankly, and when he reacted, he hurriedly stumbled a little, "No... You're welcome, you'd better go to the hospital, if you get infected..."

"It's fine. Wang Qiuhua let go of the hand covering the back of her head, and took a look at it, "No bloodshed, no more hypocrisy, I can't leave here for the time being." ”

Yu Yi pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

Xu was a favor before she helped, Wang Qiuhua felt that she and those reporters were not the same dog, so she didn't rush people, and after speaking, she was helped to bandage.

Only Yu Yi and Bandit Xingyun were left in the foyer.

She blinked, took a moment to accept the status quo, and looked at the bandits.

"You..."

"You're coming for me?"

They opened their mouths at the same time, Yu Yi was stunned for a moment, and asked blankly:

"What are you looking for?"

"You're not looking for me?" Bandit Xingyun frowned, his expression a little displeased, "How did you find this place?"