"Yi Nanfeng, Yi Nanfeng... Can you explain your relationship with this young lady... Is this young lady someone of yours, is she your girlfriend?"

"You even have a child, so it should be your wife? Yi Nanfeng, there are rumors that you are married in secret. Is it this young lady... Ah, is the girl you are holding your daughter?!"

The reporters rushed in suddenly, and the cameras were not only aimed at Yi Nanfeng and Su Qing, they also wanted to get close to Qiao Muer, trying to take a picture of the face of the little girl in Yi Nanfeng's arms.

They were all reporters who had just heard the news. Apart from knowing Yi Nanfeng, they didn't know much about the woman around him.

Because Su Qing kept a low profile in the country, and just changed her hairstyle after picking up her hair, these reporters didn't recognize her for a while.

But the reporters didn't know that the paparazzi who had been here for a long time and had carefully analyzed Yi Nanfeng's recent scandals recognized Su Qing at a glance.

The paparazzi who followed behind shouted angrily: "Director Su, Director Su...you and Yi Nanfeng are the first to get the moon, and only eat the grass next to your own nest! No wonder Yi Yingdi will give you a message on Weibo Liked the photo, this is already having an affair, right?"

The paparazzi didn't know where he was instructed, maybe it was aimed at Su Qing, or it might be Yi Nanfeng's competitor.

Anyway, he deliberately called out the fact that Yi Nanfeng and Su Qing were working together, and tried his best to portray them as using their work to develop their personal relationship and not doing their job properly.

Su Qing ignored them... walked forward with a cold face.

Yi Nanfeng's face turned even colder.

But he knew that he couldn't say anything more at this time, the best way was to leave here as soon as possible, and then contact his agency.

"Yeah..." At this moment, a muffled groan came from his side.

It turned out that a reporter's microphone was held too close, almost poking Su Qing's face.

Yi Nanfeng, who had been striding forward, suddenly stopped, and when he turned around, hostility flashed across his cold and sharp eyes.

Yi Nanfeng separated the reporter who was still approaching, and pulled Su Qing into his arms.

In the camera, he is supporting Qiao Muer with one hand and embracing Su Qing with the other, like a husband protecting his wife and daughter.

And the female reporter was only gently separated by Yi Nanfeng.

But he was a dramatist, taking advantage of the moment Yi Nanfeng had physical contact with her, he took advantage of the trend and fell to the ground exaggeratedly.

"Ah...Yi Nanfeng hits people, he hits women...Everyone, take a picture of it!" Countless reporters began to boo, and they scrambled to get the space on Yi Nanfeng and Su Qing.

Even little Mu'er was squeezed to the point of crying.

At this moment--

Su Qing suddenly struggled out from Yi Nanfeng's protection.

She got out of Yi Nanfeng's embrace, and as soon as she came out, countless microphones were connected to her, and she was pushed and bumped several times from the side.

"Su Qing, you are Su Qing, the director of the movie "The Harem", right? Regarding the private relationship between you and Yi Nanfeng, and the fact that you are suspected of having a child, do you have anything to explain... You are worthy of Yi Nanfeng Do you think the little pumpkins can accept the news that Yi Nanfeng is in love with the director...the news..."

The reporters were startled by Su Qing's performance before they finished their questions.

I saw Su Qing standing up, she was fine one second, but suddenly her eyes were red the next second, and the big tears were falling down one by one, visible to the naked eye.

Su Qing was already good-looking, but with long hair she looked even more frail, and when she cried, she almost made the male reporter who interviewed her gasp.

:(Tianjin Novel Network)

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