Jiang Qingyu was outside the crowd, coldly looking at the woman sitting on the ground with her hair scattered, she admired it to the fullest, smiling wickedly and sarcastically.

After watching it for a few minutes, she moved, stretched out her hand to push away the crowd, and her voice was cold: "Enough, don't force you anymore." ”

Seeing her, several reporters stepped back and made way for her.

Jiang Qingyu walked smoothly to Luo Qiao's side, stretched out her snow-white hand, and smiled gently: "Qiaoqiao, get up." ”

Luo Qiao raised her eyes, her eyes were red, and her eyes were a little out of focus.

Jiang Qingyu saw her like this, and said softly: "Okay, even if you are really sick, it's nothing, as long as you treat it patiently, you will definitely be fine." ”

So saying, she went and pulled her.

……

However, at the moment when her hand was about to touch Luo Qiao, a strong force suddenly struck from behind her, Jiang Qingyu instantly felt that the bones in her arm were about to be crushed, and before she could see the person clearly, the whole person was directly thrown out.

She slammed to the ground, a piercing pain in her elbow.

She was stunned and slowly raised her eyes.

The slender and tall man stood there, his posture was perfect, he was stunning, and at this moment, he was full of coldness, and the whole person was full of anger.

Ming Siran didn't even look at her, and his thin lips spit out cold words, only one syllable: "Smash." ”

With this sound falling, the subordinate who came with him reached out and grabbed the equipment in the reporter's hand and smashed it to the ground!

There was a terrifying sound all around.

The reporter watched as his equipment was smashed to pieces, and his face turned pale.

The man's thin lips and cold eyes swept over them, and the momentum of his body was terrifying.

The scene was noisy just now, but no one dared to say a word at this moment.

Ming Siran came to Luo Qiao, the man leaned over, looked at her face, rolled his Adam's apple lightly, and reached out to touch her.

His movements were cautious, as if he was touching some fragile object, and looking at her appearance, his eyes overflowed with deep distress.

He said in a dumb voice: "Pretty ......"

Luo Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly raised her eyes.

The eye is the man's delicate and perfect face, he is wearing a spotless white shirt, his face lines are smooth, so noble and handsome, looking at her eyes are gentle to the extreme.

Luo Qiao's mind flashed her appearance in the video for a moment, her breathing was slightly suffocated, and she couldn't help but turn her face away.

Ming Siran's heart tightened suddenly, he pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and took her hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

The surroundings were so quiet that they could hear the pins falling, and everyone present just watched this scene.

The man's posture at the moment is pious and pitying, as if he regards the woman in front of him as the most noble person in the world.

Luo Qiao's heart shook and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he didn't allow it.

I couldn't help but slow down my breathing, and after a long time, Ming Siran raised her eyes and looked at her, with a low and gentle voice: "Brother will take you home." ”

Luo Qiao only felt that her body was light, and she was picked up by the man.

In extreme silence, Jiang Qingyu looked at the tall and straight man holding Luo Qiao, as if she was a treasure in the world.

Blood oozed from her wound, Jiang Qingyu bit her lip tightly, only to feel that the pain in her heart at this moment was more heartbreaking than the wound on her body.

She watched as Ming Siran walked towards her with her in her arms.

Manly and cold, he stopped as he passed her.

Jiang Qingyu felt that Ming Siran's gaze fell on her, and she breathed slightly.