Qiao Mo's face was nervous, so she almost shouted, ahhh

The reporters looked at her, and they were also a little cryless without tears.

"Miss Qiao, just give me a chance, let's interview you once, don't you want to share the little sweetness between you and the second master with everyone?"

Qiao Moyi: ......

Seriously, she really didn't want to.

However, it seems that she shouldn't tell the truth, because once she says so, will the media think that there is no love between her and Ye Shenmo?

I don't want to tell their sweet little stories anymore.

"I'm sorry, but if you want to interview, you need to find Ye Shenmo."

She was a little embarrassed and wanted to leave, but these people were blocking her like this, and she couldn't take a single step at all.

At this time, the scene gradually became chaotic.

The security guard on one side saw the situation here, and several people walked over.

"Miss Qiao, do you need help?"

Several security guards had already come to Qiao Moyi's side, and separated Qiao Moyi from those reporters for the first time.

When the reporter saw that the security guards were coming, his face suddenly showed timidity.

But fortunately, they didn't have any radical words and behaviors just now, and nothing should happen.

"I'm going home, I'm sorry I can't be interviewed."

Saying that, Qiao Moyi nodded apologetically.

Several security guards immediately stopped the reporters, and the security captain decided to escort Qiao Moyi back.

They also knew that Qiao Moyi's place of residence was not far away.

He was a little worried about whether there were reporters waiting there at Qiao Moyi's residence.

"Miss Qiao, I'll send you back."

The security captain spoke.

"Okay, that's for you."

Qiao Mo smiled and nodded, followed his footsteps and walked home.

She had only walked a few steps when she saw a reporter sitting in a flower bed not far away, her eyes were red, and she was eating bread.

Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment.

It was the reporter's red eyes that suddenly reminded her of her past self.

Seeing that she wanted to cry and tried to eat bread, without even a bottle of water at hand, she hesitated and stepped forward.

The reporter was eating bread with her head down, when suddenly the sunlight in front of her was blocked by a shadow, and she immediately looked up in a panic.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not in your way."

As he spoke, the reporter stood up and carefully stepped aside.

"You're also a journalist?"

Qiao Moyi asked.

"Yes, I'm Ding Yuhan, an intern reporter for Star Magazine."

Ding Yuhan?

That's a nice name.

"Then why do you sit here alone and eat bread?"

Just now, those reporters surrounded her and tried very hard to interview her, but this Ding Yuhan was eating bread here.

"Because I know that you won't be interviewed at all, and if I can't interview anyone today, I'm going to leave the magazine, I don't have the money to pay the rent, and I don't have the money to call home."

Ding Yuhan, who couldn't bear to cry just now, couldn't help but shed tears at this time.

Seeing this, Qiao Moyi suddenly felt very unbearable.

"Go to my house tomorrow morning, I can be interviewed by you."

"Huh?"

Ding Yuhan's eyes widened in bewilderment, unable to believe his ears.

"Half past seven, I hope you arrive on time, as for where I live, you should know, and besides, you can only come alone."