However, the reporters did not shut up as she wished, and after the silence came more intense questioning, and the more she broke down, the more fierce the flash shone and the more harsh the interview.

Jiang Qingyu only felt that countless needles were pierced into her temples, and she suddenly grabbed the female reporter's microphone and smashed it to the ground, screaming at her: "Get out!" Get out of here! ”

The live broadcast of the press conference was not turned off, and the most shocking ones at the moment belonged to Jiang Qingyu's die-hard fans.

They watched Jiang Qingyu, the pure, elegant, and flawless fairy sister in their minds, with her hair scattered and embarrassed at the moment, and she was hysterical in front of the camera like a ...... Lunatic.

In the video circulating on Weibo, she was just messing around with a group of middle-aged men, low-level and obscene, unsightly.

Jiang Qingyu suddenly felt that their three views were about to collapse.

Impossible, how can this be......

Obviously, it should be Luo Qiao who is hacking their sister, how can Sister Jiang Qingyu be this kind of person?

……

At this time, a black sedan stopped silently not far from the entrance of the press conference.

The man sitting in the car had elegantly folded long legs, lazily propped up his head, and the cuffs of his shirt were snow-white, revealing a smooth and delicate wrist line.

Ming Siran's gaze fell on Jiang Qingyu, who was in a mess, with a cold expression.

The subordinate turned his head and said in a low voice: "Mr. Ming, there are those videos, Jiang Qingyu's reputation is discredited this time, and she can't turn over anymore." ”

Ming Siran hummed without emotion.

The injuries suffered by Luo Qiao at the beginning will now be retributed to herself.

……

The sun was dazzling, at the door of the press conference, the reporters didn't know when they left, and even the agent who accompanied Jiang Qingyu was gone, and the surroundings seemed empty.

At this time, the sound of footsteps from the front is particularly noticeable.

Jiang Qingyu, who was sitting on the side of the car, slowly raised her head, her eyes fell on the man's expensive leather shoes, paused, and slowly looked up...... until he met Ming Siran's scattered and beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Jiang Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and then the whole person suddenly became stiff.

She subconsciously avoided his gaze and rested her hands on her ears, trying to pull the slightly messy strands of hair behind her ears.

The fine eyelashes trembled slightly, she had never been so flustered in front of the reporter just now, like the most unbearable side was seen by the most perfect person in her heart, and she felt ashamed of herself.

Jiang Qingyu slowly stood up from the ground with her body propped up, she felt the man's cold gaze fall on her, her fingers curled slightly, and her face turned slightly pale, "Si...... Si Ran ......"

Because of her title, Ming Siran's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, he looked at her coldly, and said unhappily: "Jiang Qingyu ......"

The man's low and melodious voice drilled into his ears, Jiang Qingyu raised her head suddenly, looked at him, and she didn't wait for him to finish, she said hurriedly: "You saw it, right?" Her eyes turned red all of a sudden, and she took a step towards Ming Siran: "It was those beasts who forced me, I don't want to, they drugged me, I didn't know they also took a video, those bastards ......"

Tears rolled down from Jiang Qingyu's eyes, and she bit her lip tightly, looking extremely aggrieved.

Looking at the demonic face of the man in front of her, Jiang Qingyu choked up and said: "Si Ran, I am a victim, those videos make me feel very broken, I don't understand why Luo Qiao sent them all out, why can she be so vicious?" ”