"What's the matter? So noisy? Xiao Qing's voice was very close to him.

Close the door!

Can't let this man be photographed by the paparazzi!

It was a thought that flashed through Lincill's mind for a moment, and she didn't have time to stop him, so she slammed the door with both hands and pushed forward.

"Miss Lin, Miss Lin, don't close the door?"

"What the hell is going on, can you tell the public?"

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Ou Jiazhi who is with you?"

The commotion outside the door was even higher than one layer higher.

Xiao Qing seemed to be at a loss for this sudden change, and just walked up to Lincier's back in a tall and casual manner, half-open his clothes, and his left hand naturally rested on her shoulder.

Bang!

Before the door was completely closed, the excited reporters forced him in from outside, and Lincier was caught off guard and was bounced open.

"Hey, be careful!" Of course, she fell into Xiao Qing's arms.

This scene happened to be captured by reporters.

The commotion suddenly rose several times, and the flash light rushed over in an airtight manner, covering Lincier and Xiao Qing together, not giving them time to react at all!

"Who are you, sir?"

"What is your relationship with Miss Lincill?"

"The two of you are in the same room, and you are still dressed like this, it should be a lover relationship, right?"

"Miss Lin, it is rumored that you and Mr. Ou Jiazhi have divorced, and now you have opened a hotel room with another man, so the divorce should be true, right? Why not make it available to the public? ”

Divorce? Lover? Open. House?

Originally, Lincier had been stunned by this bluffing formation, and at this moment, he was awakened by this terrifying word.

"Warning, don't talk nonsense! Me and Mr. Xiao aren't—"

"Xiao? Sir, is your surname Xiao? ”

"Sir, where is your name, can you reveal it more clearly?"

Oh, my God! Why did you blurt out his last name in a hurry?

I'm really going to cry stupidly!

Ou Jiazhi, stinky scumbag!

It's all his fault!

Otherwise, Miss Ben is elegant and calm, when did she make such a low-level mistake in front of the paparazzi!

"Come in!"

Lincier was about to run away in a hurry, but Xiao Qing had decisively grabbed her with one hand and shook the door with the other.

The "intimacy" at this moment was grabbed by countless flashing lights before the door was closed, and it was forced into the crack of the door.

The doors were locked, and the reporters still didn't give up, knocking on the door and ringing the bell like crazy, shouting "Miss Lin, Miss Lin".

"What should I do?" Lincille asked, hugging his head, which was about to crack.

"It's nothing, it's just a bunch of paparazzi, I don't know how to touch it here." Xiao Qing was still very calm, and only glanced at the corner of his lips with disdain.

"So, what should I do?" Lincier was anxious, "They're always stuck outside, it's not like we can't get out?" ”

"What, you really want to go out? Feeling bad with me? Xiao Qing asked with a smile.

"Please, it's all this time, you're still in the mood to play—yah!"

Lincier looked up and scolded, only to realize that what his arm was attached to Xiao Qing's strong chest, and shame, embarrassment, and anger surged into his heart together.

"Let it go! Get out of the way! She blushed and struggled to resist.

"Miss, figure it out, it's not me who you're going to catch up with now." Xiao Qing smiled, let go of her, and picked up the extension by the door again.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" Linciel was taken aback again, and hurriedly took the initiative to hug his arm.