She understood how painful his hair was at the moment.

The last time he was on the island, he was so painful that he pricked his palm with a cactus......

A sour sensation welled up in his nose, Tong Ran wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with his sleeve, held his cold right hand, and transferred the body temperature to him, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, heard a sweet voice in his ears, and thought he was in the clouds, he pursed his thin lips, but did not speak.

He was close to semi-conscious at this point.

"Let's go, I'll help you," Tong Ran wrapped one hand around the man's back, making him rest half of his body on his shoulder, "Can you stand up?"

The man didn't know if he heard it, so he nodded very lightly.

Seeing this scene of a beautiful woman saving a hero, the paparazzi's eyes widened again, and the microphone came up, "May I ask Miss, who are you from the young man? Did you give him that tail ring? Do you know the ...... on the sofa?"

"I said don't shoot anymore!" Tong Ran slapped his backhand, directly snatched the microphone from the paparazzi's hand and threw it on the ground, her apricot eyes widened, almost roaring angrily, "Don't you see that he hurts? He trembles in pain?!!, can't you see?!

As soon as these words came out, all the paparazzi present were stunned.

Tong Ran couldn't care what they would think, she supported the ground with one foot, supported the sofa with one foot, and helped Mo Nanjue up with all her might, the man was very heavy, almost the whole person pressed her, her body was crooked, and she was about to fall.

When Tong Ran helped Mo Nanjue out of the box, the people who were blocking outside instantly screamed, "Jue Shao came out, Jue Shao came out-"

Then another series of questions came crashing in.

"Jue Shao, may I ask if you are taking drugs?"

"Jue Shao, is this young lady your lover?"

"Jue Shao, don't you have any justification for today's rape?"

……

At this time, the emperor's people finally rushed in, they knew that Dao Tong Ran was Mo Nanjue's secretary, and they didn't ask much, while clearing the crowd, they made a way for them, "Let one go, let one go!"

Tong Ran tightly wrapped around Mo Nanjue's waist, the man's arm was on her shoulder, very weak, at this time her body was hot again, her steps were very slow, for fear that a little faster would make him hurt more.

But there were too many people, and there were still a few paparazzi looking for cracks to get in and stop in front of them, wanting to take this opportunity to take a few close-ups.

Click-

Another flash of magnesium light flashed, and Mo Nanjue subconsciously wrinkled his eyebrows and tilted his head, obviously disgusted by this.

"You like to shoot, don't you?" Seeing this, Tong Ran's already accumulated anger instantly exploded, she picked up the potted plant hanging on the wall with one hand, and threw it at the person's camera!

Bang dang!

The front end of the camera is smashed to pieces.

"Whoever shoots it again, the next one to hit is his head!"

She said coldly, stepped on the debris underneath, wrapped the coat on Mo Nanjue's body tightly, and finally got out of Qianhuan's gate under the escort of the emperor's staff.

There were also a group of reporters outside, Tong Ran clenched his hands into fists, and when he swept over, his cold gaze made those paparazzi who had been mixed for many years dare not step forward.

There was already a car waiting at the door, and the staff helped Mo Nanjue to get into the car, and Tong Ran then sat in and slammed the door slammed on, isolating the paparazzi who kept asking.