I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

The night is dark.

He stood under a street lamp, and light-colored lights projected on his long, straight figure, as if a light halo emanated around him.

He in the crowd seemed to shine.

Qiao Mianmian saw a red electric hand warmer in his hand.

Naturally, the hand warmer was not held by Mo Yesi who was afraid of the cold.

That was what he prepared for her.

Qiao Mianmian saw the hand warmer, and raised his lips, unable to resist, as if eating sweet honey.

She walked towards Mo Yesi briskly.

As if feeling something, the man who just looked elsewhere suddenly turned his head. The dark and deep eyes instantly locked her, and the indifferent and alienated eyes instantly turned to be gentle and spoiled.

Before Qiao Mianmian walked to Mo Yesi, Mo Yesi quickly walked towards her.

He had long legs and long steps, and soon walked to Qiao Mianmian.

The hot hand warmer that he held in his hand was jammed into Qiao Mianmian's hand in the next second.

Immediately following, a familiar warm breath rushed into the face, and the next second Qiao Mianmian was also stuffed into a warm and safe embrace.

"Is it cold?" A low, gentle voice fell over his head.

Qiao Mianmian opened her mouth, and just before answering, she heard the sound of "click", she raised her head, and her eyes were slightly shaken by the constantly flashing lights.

A reporter found them, and a large group of reporters came around with their cameras.

"Miss Qiao, first of all congratulations on winning the award for the best song singer of the year tonight. Then we all know that there was a little accident when receiving this award. What do you think of this accident?"

"Miss Qiao, what do you think about the quarrel between your fans and Song Fei's fans on Weibo? And Song Fei praised your vulgar things, do you know? What do you think about it? She acted like this?"

"Miss Qiao, a professional jewelry designer has identified the jewelry you are wearing tonight, saying that the jewelry you are wearing is not designed. Can you respond to this matter?"

"Yeah, Miss Qiao, can you answer? Is the string of letters on your jewelry really a fake signature."

These reporters have long been waiting outside.

Tonight there are really too many things that excite them.

Each piece can be used as a material for hot news.

They naturally will not miss such a good opportunity.

Qiao Mianmian leaned against Mo Yesi's chest for a few seconds before reacting. She reached out and pushed Mo Yesi away, and withdrew from his arms.

"Sorry, I can't make any response now. If you have any questions, you can ask me another day. Now let's trouble you to let me go, let's leave." Qiao Mianmian is accustomed to reporters' questions.

But she knew that Mo Yesi definitely didn't like being surrounded by this group of reporters.

She said as she grabbed Mo Yesi's arm and tried to take him out of the crowd.

The arm was held back.

Qiao Mianmian stunned, raised his head in surprise, but saw that the man next to him did not mean to leave. He used his eyes to signal her not to worry.

Then she saw him turn her head and turned her attention to the group of reporters who had just asked questions.

His eyes were alienated, his eyes calmly looked at everyone, and his voice was also cold and calm: "Don't you see that, my wife doesn't want to answer. But just ask those questions, you can come and ask me."