"What are you doing?"

Fusang suddenly turned around and held a sharp kitchen knife with white light flashing in his hand.

This situation can easily make people think of it and cause misunderstandings.

Xiao Mu frowned invisibly.

Fu Sang was excited. The handle of the kitchen knife in his hand was broken, and the knife fell to the ground made a clanging sound.

The air was frozen and the room was quiet.

Therefore, the noisy sound outside seems particularly clear.

Fu Sang felt a little broken.

In the eyes of the male god, she should be beautiful and cute, rather than being able to easily crush the handle of the knife.

"Cough." Fu Sang coughed lightly, "I'm a little hungry. I saw an apple in the kitchen and wanted to cut one to eat."

"The handle of this knife doesn't seem to be of great quality." Fu Sang said, squatting down to pick up the knife on the ground.

Before I could touch the knife, the man held his wrist.

"Don't get it."

The girl's wrists are slender and her fair skin is smooth, and she brings a strange feeling when she holds them in her hands.

A trace of light flashed across Xiao Mu's eyes like ink, and he pulled her up directly.

Fusang was about to speak.

"Bang--" The door was knocked open.

Xiao Mu quickly pulled the table cloth on the nearby table, and slashed the air with small floral fabrics, and then covered the girl's head like a bride's veil.

A bunch of people broke into the suite, and after finding the two protagonists, dazzling camera lights flashed.

The crackling light flashed and kept slapped.

"Xiao Mu, who is she?"

"Xiao Mu, didn't you claim to the public that you don't have a girlfriend? Who is she you?"

"Xiao Mu, I heard that you and the actresses in the entertainment industry check-in are checking in a hotel..."

Fusang was firmly held in his arms by the man, leaning against his strong chest, listening to his calm heartbeat.

When the reporter asked questions, all kinds of microphones were almost touching people's face.

Fusang naturally saw it through the faint light, and without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed a microphone.

Everyone looked at the white and slender hand.

I saw, the next second.

The microphone broke.

“…”

The scene was as quiet as a chicken.

Who is this? I cut off the microphone with my bare hands.

Fusang: "…"

Tears flowed.

She just wanted to block the microphone for the male god!

Xiao Mu's lips curled slightly when no one saw it, hugging the girl tighter into her arms.

Facing the questioning of many media reporters, his expression was still cold and indifferent.

At this time.

Suddenly, a woman rushed over, wearing a blue skirt and exquisite makeup, with tears flowing on her face, looking crazy.

"Bitch, come out of Xiao Mu's arms..." As she cursed, her hand grabbed Fu Sang.

Xiao Mumei frowned slightly and raised his hand to block the woman's hand.

The reporter quickly pointed the camera at the woman who suddenly rushed out.

"Xiao Mu, I have liked you for so many years, how could you betray me!"

The woman stared at the girl Xiao Mu hugged tightly with red eyes, wishing she could pounce on her and bit her to death.

"It's all this bitch who seduces you! She stole you!"

Listening to these words, the people present looked different.

Fu Sang frowned slightly.

Xiao Mu is in love with another woman?

The crazy woman's tone sounded like Xiao Mu seemed to have something to do with her.

"Please don't talk nonsense." Xiao Mu, who had been silent for a long time, spoke, and the magnetic voice exuded a cold and cold feeling.

The reporters won't miss this opportunity.

"Xiao Mu, who is the woman you are holding? Is she a third party?"
Chapter completed!