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An Ziqi raised her hand and looked, the crowd was too crowded, I don't know what she had touched, on the back of her hand, there was a place where blood was bubbling out at the moment.

"Are you alright?" Xia Xing asked with concern.

An Ziqi shook his head, "It's okay, probably the jewelry on someone's clothes, but it was accidentally stabbed." ”

The fingertip rubbed the bleeding wound to reveal a pinpoint-sized wound underneath, and another bead of blood soon came out.

An Ziqi just frowned slightly, reached out again to wipe it off, and didn't think much about it.

Upstairs, in the president's office, Xiao Moli listened to the reports of the managers next to him, but his deep eyes were always looking at the screen in front of him.

The good-looking brows were always tightly wrung up, and the manager who was reporting in front of him was frightened, not knowing whether the president was satisfied or dissatisfied.

Xiao Moli unconsciously pinched a fountain pen in his hand, and when he saw the picture that suddenly appeared on the screen, his face sank instantly, and he stood up suddenly.

"Total ...... President, is there something wrong? The manager stammered.

Xiao Moli threw down the pen in his hand, turned around and walked outside.

Downstairs.

"Miss Ann,"

The media was still around asking questions, and other artists were also surrounded in the middle and couldn't move.

There was another uproar at the door, and the crowd that was crowded together was separated by a strong force.

When the media saw the comer, they immediately took the initiative to make a way out of the middle.

Xiao Moli walked over from behind with a black face, walked straight to An Ziqi's side, reached out and took An Ziqi's hand and looked down.

The blood beads on the top had been wiped away in the crowd, and the back of the white hand was stained with blood, and the wound was still oozing blood.

When the surrounding media saw this, they all chuckled in their hearts.

Who is this who is so short-sighted, interviewing and interviewing, why did he still hurt An Ziqi.

Li Shao's wife is well-known, if it is really investigated, it is estimated that no one in the media present will be able to escape.

The artists around the world are also worried.

An Ziqi glanced at Xiao Moli secretly, and when it was over, he made him angry again, and scratched his palm with his fingers.

Seeing that there was only a small wound, Xiao Moli's face was finally no longer so ugly, he glanced coldly at the media next to him, and pulled An Ziqi straight outside.

Where do those media dare to stop them, and it is already the best result for Li Shao not to trouble them.

I had to go and interview other artists instead.

An Ziqi was grabbed and taken away by Xiao Moyi, stuck out her tongue, and didn't forget to turn around and gesture to Xia Xing, asking her to wait for her in the entertainment department.

Xia Xing smiled and nodded at her.

In the elevator, Xiao Moli pursed her thin lips and didn't say a word, and the elevator door opened.

An Ziqi was pulled directly into the president's office, and a group of managers were still anxiously waiting for Xiao Moli to come back and continue to report to work, but when they saw An Ziqi coming back together, several people immediately turned around and walked out of the office, and did not forget to close the door for them thoughtfully.

Xiao Moli didn't say anything, pursed his lips to the side and took the medicine box.

Pulled An Ziqi to sit down on his lap, took a cotton swab dipped in disinfectant and carefully disinfected the wound on her hand, and her brows were so wrinkled that she could almost kill mosquitoes.

An Ziqi smiled and leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips, "Don't be angry, I was just accidentally stabbed, just such a small wound, it's okay." ”