"Crash, knock open, knock the door open, if anyone can take a nude photo of Yan Feiyu today, he will definitely make a lot of money." One shouted with joy.

The group of people slammed the bathroom door as if they were crazy.

Yan Feiyu screamed inside, leaning against the bathroom door with her back, and two lines of tears flowed down.

"Ye Cuo, help me!" Yan Feiyu closed her eyes and shouted in a panic.

"Bang!" The door was slammed open, and Yan Feiyu fell directly to the hard floor, and a small wound broke out on her knee.

The people outside and several reporters wanted to squeeze inside: "Tear off her bath towel first, and then take a few pictures." ”

Yan Feiyu stretched out her hand to cover the important parts of her body in a panic, and said desperately: "No, don't ......"

This group of people didn't listen at all, and rushed towards Yan Feiyu together.

Yan Feiyu screamed in despair and covered her face.

However, she didn't feel that someone was pulling her bath towel, but heard a crackling beating, and countless people howled.

Yan Feiyu's frightened pear blossom opened her eyes with rain, but saw a man standing in the crowd with his face covered.

Around him, there were a large number of reporters, each clutching a part of his body, wailing in pain and rolling on the ground.

"You miscellaneous people, you are a little too bold! You actually dare to come to Yan Feiyu's trouble, don't you know that Yan Feiyu is covered by me?" Ye Cuo looked at everyone coldly.

Only then did the group see that the person who had injured them had a cloth over his face, and they said in horror, "Masked man?"

This group of people was stunned, but now no one knew the relationship between the masked man and Yan Feiyu.

This mysterious masked man always appears when Yan Feiyu is in danger, including at her concert, some people in Harvest Media want to fix Yan Feiyu, but he has rectified it.

When this group of reporters thought of this, they were all very frightened by this mysterious masked man.

Yan Feiyu also looked at the person in front of him with a dull expression, and only recognized it after a few seconds that it was the masked man she had been thinking about for a long time.

And this masked man, holding a spicy hot pot in his hand, raised it towards her.

Yan Feiyu looked at Ye Cuo, and suddenly she was surprised and glad that she had escaped death, she didn't care about wiping the tears on her face, she ran over directly, reached out and hugged Ye Cuo, buried her face in his chest, and cried loudly.

"Alright, I'm here, it's okay. Ye Cuo's voice was gentle, and he reached out to stroke her long hair.

Yan Feiyu trembled all over, like a frightened kitten, with a frightened face.

The bodies of the two people were very close, and Ye Cuo could clearly feel the temperature and astonishing softness coming from Yan Feiyu's body, as well as the two soft flesh pressing on his chest.

"This chick is actually a vacuum inside. Ye Cuo looked at Yan Feiyu and realized that she was still taking a bath just now.

Ye Cuo hurriedly hugged Yan Feiyu and went to the bedroom to let her put on her clothes.

Yan Feiyu was in the bedroom, with the door closed, not daring to go out again, but she was worried that Ye Cuo would suffer if she was outside alone, facing so many people.

So he hid behind the door and quietly listened to the movement outside.

Outside, Ye Cuo looked at the group of reporters with cold eyes and squeezed his fists.

A reporter got up from the ground, looked at Ye Cuo, and said in horror: "Masked man, you dare to hit reporters? Aren't you afraid that we will report it? Now we reporters are in control of the direction of public opinion, and we can write whatever we want. ”

Ye Cuo sneered, walked up to him, stretched out his hand and pulled his collar up, and lifted it up: "You can write as much as you want, right?"

"You...... What do you want to do?" the reporter was a little stunned.

Ye Cuo reached out and grabbed his right hand, squeezed it hard, and there was a cracking sound of bones cracking: "Come, I'll see how you write." ”

"Ah!!" The whole body convulsed, struggling hard, the green tendons on his forehead rose, and his right hand was pinched and crushed, and he almost fainted in pain.

The people around were all scared by this miserable howl, and their whole bodies trembled.

A reporter said in horror: "Masked man, do you think that if you cover your face, you will not be held legally responsible......?" If you are like this, we will sue Yan Feiyu in the future and accuse her of conniving at you to commit murder and hurt others. ”

Ye Cuo threw down the person in his hand, sneered, and said, "Okay, but you can't show evidence that I hurt people, what if you can't sue her?" ”

Ye Cuo walked in front of him, stepped on it hard, and stomped on the man's arm with a click.

This person was just about to open his mouth and howl miserably, Ye Cuo punched down, and with a bang, knocked out all the teeth of this person, his mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't speak.

Ye Cuo looked around coldly: "Who else is going to go back and write?"

A circle of people were all trembling, Ye Cuo was like a demon who killed people without blinking, and this group of reporters was almost frightened crazy.

A person was originally at the door, but at this time, seeing that Ye Cuo didn't notice himself, he quietly picked up his camera from the ground, and prepared to slip away from the door.

Ye Cuo grabbed it with his backhand, picked up a vase on the table, raised his hand and threw it over.

With a "hula", the vase shattered to the ground, and the man held his head, screamed, and fell to the ground, his hands covered with blood.

Ye Cuo looked at them and said lightly: "Who else wants to leave? Why don't you leave?" Are you planning to be here, how to write the manuscript first?"

A person's eyes rolled, nodded and said: "Masked man, we don't dare, we won't dare in the future, I promise you, I will never write." Tonight's events, I just didn't see anything, I heard everything. ”

Ye Cuo smiled faintly: "Okay, smash your camera first." ”

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "This ......"

Ye Cuo reached out and grabbed his camera, smashed it on his head at once, and the camera smashed to pieces with a click, and the person covered his head and fell to the ground screaming.

All the reporters were so frightened that they were silent, and their whole bodies trembled.

Ye Cuo looked at them lightly: "Who else wants me to help them smash the camera?"

The group of people was stunned, and they all quickly raised their cameras and fell to the ground.

Ye Cuo sneered and looked at them: "Although the camera is smashed, you still have hands, and you may still scribble when you go back." ”

The group was stunned and looked at each other.

A reporter gritted his teeth, grabbed a fragment of a vase on the ground, and swiped it at his hand: "Hiss...... Yes...... It hurts. Masked man, I hurt my hand, I can't write. ”

The rest of the people were stunned and hurriedly cut their hands with fragments.

"Well, that's pretty much it, bring me all your ID cards. I'll keep your tongues for you first, and if you dare to talk nonsense when you go back, do you see if I'll cut your tongues?"

"We don't dare, absolutely not. "A group of people fled.

PS: There is another chapter that may be late, everyone go to sleep first, and read it tomorrow morning.

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