The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Eventually, Su Smoke left.

Shishi wore the robe from Su Xiang, stood at the door of the room and watched Su Xiang enter the elevator.

Dang it.

Close the door.

Time depends on the wall.

Close your eyes.

She just left.

I missed her.

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Tell me about Su Xiang, who was sitting on the other side of the elevator and going down to the first floor to leave.

Hurrah, suddenly there are a lot of reporters around.

Not for her, of course.

Instead, a woman walking in front of her, wearing sunglasses and fashion.

And then, listening to the interrogations of the reporters,

“Ms. Zhou Yuan, you were kidnapped by the rich second generation of Munseh before being rescued five hours after your disappearance. Are you being violated and are you going to prosecute Munseh for sexual assault? ”

The voice dropped, followed, and there was another sound.

“Ms. Zhou Huan, can you tell us more about the hero you were looking for online? ”

“Ms. Zhou Huan, did you opt out of the entertainment industry? ”

“Goddess Chow...”

Journalists came from all sides, with all sorts of sharp and thorny questions.

Zhou Yuan appeared to be here by herself.

Because there are no brokers and assistants to follow.

He was surrounded by reporters and couldn't get out.

Zhou Huan frowned.

“I can't answer that. ”

The reporter followed with his mouth shut again.

“Ms. Zhou Huan, which question are you having trouble answering, whether it's sexual assault or kidnapping details, or whether you're considering leaving the show business. ”

The entertainment business, probably the stars, is too bright.

So much so that people always want to let them fall off the altar.

Whatever you say stings, ask one sentence after another.

Su Smoke doesn't like to meddle.

Just nowadays, she's squeezed into this bunch of reporters.

I can't move, I can't get out.

The star named Zhou Huan is very close to her.

So she could see her face very clearly.

And that irritability and a little panic.

Journalists are getting arrogant.

Someone tried to take Zhou Huan's glasses and photograph her whole face emotionally.

Even deliberately wanted to make Zhou Yuan angry.

Good shot, tomorrow as news headlines.

Entertainment news.

It's really fake to put aside first.

Attracting the eye is more important.

Zhou Yuan was crowded

“Get up! ”

She struggled.

The more you struggle, the louder those lens shutters sound.

Zhou Huan only regretted it.

You should have listened to your agent. Take it honestly. Why do you have to come out looking for it?

In the midst of this confusion, someone reached out and tried to take advantage of the oil.

Her hand reached over Zhou Huan's chest.

Pfft.

“You're such a bad behavior. ”

A white hand grabbed the greasy hand.

A middle-aged man.

Looks righteous.

It was something that didn't match his face.

Zhou Yuan looked next to her chest and almost met the salted pig hand.

She looks blue and blue.

It just blew up.

“Get the fuck out of here! ”

She was still palpitating when someone almost took advantage of her on that day.

Now this fucking disgusting man one after the other.

Of course the reporters won't listen. They're just waiting for Zhou Huan to lose her temper.

The shutter flash sounded loud.

Zhou Yuan was about to cry.

Su Smoker pushed his hand hard and pushed the man who wanted oil straight back.

Then, the reporters standing behind the man were pushed backwards.