Mr. Xiao’s Unconditional Love

Everyone at the scene was shocked, even Ye Qiao was shocked, never expected that Mr. Charlie had taken a picture of her helping the grandfather and grandson!

And the picture just freezes here.

An elderly skinny old man with dark skin and wrinkles, but with a simple and sincere smile, the little boy drinking the sweet mineral water with a happy face. In the picture, the girl descends on the world like a kind angel, her perfect side Yan Shang, with a warm smile...

What a warm and touching picture.

And just now, the grandfather and grandson actually said that she hadn't helped them!

"Where did these photos come from?! Where did they come from?!" In the room, the woman was so angry that she wanted to smash the TV. "Didn't you steal all the memory cards?! What's the matter?! Ah?!"

"Miss, the memory card, we have all taken out! We don't know where these photos came from!" The man in the suit was so frightened that he sweated and kept explaining.

"This dead Ye Qiao, is it just a smokescreen that the photo taken earlier?!" The woman said viciously, "Go and let the reporters kidnap them morally! Be a charity, and take photos. It must be a pose!"

She commanded again.

At the scene, Ye Qiao smiled, revealing a sweet dimple, but that smile was a bit bitter, she looked at the pair of grandparents, and her heart was mixed.

There is a lingering fragrance in the hands of roses, and she kindly helped them. What happened? I was splashed with dirty water!

The little boy hung his head, afraid to look at her.

"Everyone, do you have any questions?" She raised her voice after returning to her senses, still calm and smiling, with no trace of sadness.

"Ms. Ye, do you always take photos for charity? Or, these photos are for show and posing? The old man and the child said that you didn't help them! Therefore, I think the show and posing are very suspect!" The female reporter in the corner stood up and bravely questioned!

She knew it!

"Sorry! These photos weren't taken by me, let alone any volunteers of our "family"!" Ye Qiao retorted loudly and strongly.

At this time, the picture on the big screen changed again. At night, the lights were brightly lit. News was being broadcast on the big screen in Times Square in New York. On the news screen, it was the photos that were just shown in a slideshow!

In other words, these photos appeared on the big screen of Times Square in New York, USA!

And this news report is exactly the touching stories that happened during China's flood fighting and disaster relief. There are these most beautiful volunteers, the cutest soldiers, and the most simple victims!

"Wow... This is the touching story of the American media reporting our flood relief!"

"So, those photos can't be posing!"

Amidst the discussion, a blond foreign man wearing trousers and a dark blue shirt came to the stage in Ye Qiao’s warm welcome, “Hello everyone, I’m the New York Times reporter in China, Charlie Da guard."

Mr. Charlie speaks Chinese very sloppily, and he has a press card hanging on his chest, "I took the photos that everyone saw just now! I have been in the disaster area for almost a month, and I use my camera to record the moments of the disaster area every day. What happened! I am a journalist, and my professionalism requires me to record only the most authentic pictures and never fake! I have more photos here, and colleagues who still have questions, welcome to ask me!"

The woman in the room saw this scene, her fists clenched and her long nails embedded in the flesh of her palms!

This dead Ye Qiao! She knows all American reporters!