The abandonment of the copywriting I wrote before and instead using Xiao Xingyu's photo as a gimmick was Zhang Moyan's decision to respond temporarily.

After spending most of her time here, she was psychologically unable to accept such a thing that had been wasted.

She herself has no ability to appreciate handsome guys, but she believes in Jin Xueyang and her own photography skills, so she took a gamble.

"Hmph! Wait," the collector finally recovered from the impact. He gritted his teeth and turned his head to Xiao Xingyu unwillingly: "I want to find the best international experts and the most authoritative institution! Prove that my lotus wash is a secret porcelain! I will sue you at that time, and I must sue you in court!"

"Okay," Xiao Xingyu curled up the corner of his mouth, "I'll wait for you."

The collector was choking and shivered all over. He glared at Xiao Xingyu fiercely, shook his arms and turned around and left.

The general manager of the auction house hurriedly chased after him.

Xiao Xingyu also wanted to leave, but when he moved, the people around him activated and rushed forward with one click. You pushed and shoved him, making him unable to fly.

"Teacher Xiao, I admire you so much. Can you please sign me?" someone shouted.

"Teacher Xiao, I admire you too much. I don't have a notebook. You can sign my clothes directly!" Someone screamed.

Someone else said: "Teacher Xiao, please help me with the porcelain I just photographed, and I'm not relieved!"

...

The venue instantly turned into an unorganized, undisciplined and chaotic star-chasing scene.

A dozen security guards in the infield came over to maintain order. They persuaded them elegantly as soon as they started. Within ten seconds, they rudely scolded: "What's wrong with you, a lady? Your husband is still here, so I won't pay attention to the impact!"

"You have to care, don't get in the way, I want to take a photo of the handsome guy!"

The scene became even more chaotic.

Next to him, Jin Xueyang took Zhang Moyan's mobile phone: "The Shura Knife of the Cultural Group will live up to its reputation! At critical moments, you can think of this response plan without forgetting your mission and shouldering your responsibilities, and not being confused. It's really excellent."

This rainbow fart Zhang Moyan, who was on the surface without any sincerity, had long been speechless for so many years. She lifted the empty equipment bag from her feet to the table and said lightly: "I miss him, let's try it."

"When you are praised for being humble and not proud, why do you have so many highlights worth learning from?" Jin Xueyang exaggerated while traitorizing her mobile phone.

"The simultaneous function of this camera is really good. It's very good to take pictures, add two more... I'll go, you took so many photos without anyone knowing it. OK, Comrade Xiao Zhang," Jin Xueyang raised his head and narrowed his eyes at Zhang Mo Yanxu: "Are you still saying, 'Don't all handsome guys look like this'?"

Zhang Moyan clicked and snapped the camera lens cover and lifted his eyelids: "You're thinking too much," she paused again after saying that, thinking about changing her words, "This person is a little different."

Jin Xueyang came forward and said, "Where is different?"

Zhang Moyan Zhang Moyan glanced at Xiao Xingyu who was surrounded by water and said, "It's too arrogant."

Jin Xueyang hummed in his nose: "Is it that difficult to admit my aesthetics? If you don't appreciate how many photos they take, who believes?"

Zhang Moyan put the SLR camera in the protective cover: "Seeing that he has a good view of his own, he took a few more photos."

"Okay~ I won't give you a tip," Jin Xueyang seemed to let her go: "Murmur, I'll give you my phone back!"

He weighed Zhang Moyan's phone.

Zhang Moyan took the phone, glanced at him and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"18 photos!!! Jin Xueyang, this is our official Weibo account!"

She made a gesture to delete it, and a voice sounded next to her.

"Send it, take the lead." The two of them then noticed that Mr. Liu was still by their side.

Some people support Jin Xueyang and are proud, Zhang Moyan speculates that Liu always considers that the off-site media has also photographed Xiao Xingyu, and will also make a fuss from this aspect.

The most valuable thing about news is themes and timeliness. Whoever releases first is crucial to seizing traffic, so she didn't want to take the order and follow it.

Her fingers hung over the screen for 2 seconds, and she pressed the "Send" key.

Xiao Xingyu's picture flashed, and the official Weibo of "First News" immediately added a new report.

Zhang Moyan finally felt that she had finished her work today. She put her phone in her pocket and looked up. When Xiao Xingyu happened to scan the crowd in the direction of them.

One thousandth of a second of a glance, or no glance at all.

Zhang Moyan's heart suddenly jumped, and a sense of guilt that a shameless traitor betrayed the revolutionary.

She kept her eyes open, and kept shrinking the legs of the tripod in her hands, then merged them, and put them in the storage bag, and rushed to get rid of the guilt.

Suddenly, her clothes were pulled, and she turned her face. It was Jin Xueyang who was touching and digging in her outer pocket.

"What?" she glared at him suspiciously.

Jin Xueyang smiled thickly, took away the small notebook from her pocket, and turned to a blank page: "Borrow it, I didn't bring a piece of paper today, and there is no one now, I'll ask for an autograph from Master Xiao!"

Is this the god?

The security guard has driven people back to the seats one after another, and Xiao Xingyu has only a few difficult middle-aged men and women left.

Jin Xueyang flipped through his bag again, and finally found a fountain pen, and couldn't wait to go.

Zhang Moyan shook his head speechlessly, turned around and continued to pack up his things. While feeling that Jin Xueyang was hopeless, he also felt that his virtue was quite funny.

Putting the equipment one by one, Zhang Moyan pulled the big zipper on the bag, caught Jin Xueyang back and hit her.

"Be careful..." Before Zhang Moyan finished speaking, his wrist was locked by Jin Xueyang. Zhang Moyan felt something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Then!" Jin Xueyang lowered his voice and looked at their right front.

Zhang Moyan looked along his gaze—

Not far from them, there was a man with a medium figure in a white shirt. He was about fifty years old and there was nothing at first glance, but when he looked down, he could see that the man was holding a handle in his right hand - he couldn't see clearly what it was, and carefully identified it, and the metallic luster flashed by!

Zhang Moyan picked up his heart.

According to the man's hand gesture, what he was holding was probably a sharp weapon, or a murder weapon.

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If the man's direction is drawn as a auxiliary line, the goal will be to Xiao Xingyu!

Zhang Moyan swallowed his throat.

At this moment, Xiao Xingyu was surrounded by seven or eight people in a loose fan shape, completely facing the man in white shirt; and the security around him was distributed, and he was also paying attention to the person who was rushing back to his seat at this moment, and he did not notice the approach of this dangerous person at all!

The cold white back was pressing forward step by step, and every second it seemed like a chance to move, like a hungry beast gradually approaching the target and ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

This person's intentions are obvious.

No, I have to call for security!

"An..." Zhang Moyan just sent a word, and Xiao Xingyu suddenly walked away, and his entire back was completely exposed in front of the white shirt! At that moment, the white shirt rushed up--

Jin Xueyang: "Stop!"

Zhang Moyan: "Jin Xueyang!"

It's not good for the two to reach out at the same time...

In a flash, Zhang Moyan, who wanted to La Jin Xueyang, actually grabbed the white arm!

I'll go.

Her eyebrows turned black, but it was too late that she could only pull hard to block the other party's stabbing forward.

Xueliang's sharp edge was pulled to draw a flat arc in the air. Zhang Moyan pushed Jin Xueyang away, and his flexible waist was leaning back 90 degrees and barely avoiding the sharp weapon. At the same time, his fingers exerted force to try to beat the other person's wrist.

After losing, Bai Shirt did not hesitate and had almost no time to care about Zhang Moyan and immediately launched a second attack on Xiao Xingyu!

The other party's murderous intention should not be underestimated. Zhang Moyan subconsciously locked his elbow, and the next second—

With a shout, I felt my vision swaying.

Her body drew a semicircle in the air and was swung out with a fierce force!

"Bang"!

A sudden pain on his forehead. I don’t know what he hit. Zhang Moyan’s head suddenly became numb, and he swayed and knelt down.

Is this man a madman? Zhang Moyan has never seen a madman in martial arts, but he feels that normal people will not use such reckless brute force.

She had learned some self-defense skills and believed that there was no problem with the one-on-one pk gangsters, but the leader said, "A battle that is not prepared is destined to be a failure." At this moment, she took action and stepped on her high heels again, and the lower plate was extremely unstable. When she realized that she was already on the ground.

There was a burst of exclamation around him and they all retreated.

Zhang Moyan was really embarrassed to kneel on one knee, but she still held the man's hand tightly with her right hand and didn't put it.

In the blink of an eye, the white shirt missed the opportunity again. He said, "Damn it." His attack power turned around and pointed at Zhang Moyan, and he raised his foot and kicked at her!

The moment her foot was about to touch Zhang Moyan, her shoulder was suddenly grabbed and pulled back. A figure inserted into her body like lightning, kicking her white shirt!!!

With a painful cry, a loud bang came from the ground, knocking down many things.

The audience was shocked for a few seconds.

Zhang Moyan was dizzy and was helped by people to stand up, but after she stood up, she couldn't stand it.

The sky was spinning, the headache was split, the ears were buzzing, and the eyes were filled with heavy shadows.

She held on for a few seconds, and the feeling of being heavy and lighter became more and more intense. She was about to ask for help when suddenly the darkness in front of her eyes suddenly lost her balance.

"Zhang Moyan!!"

The moment she fell down, she heard someone calling her, and heard footsteps running towards her...

If you hit your brain again, you'll finish the ball, she thought.

With the last trace of instinct, she tried her best to catch something and hold on.
Chapter completed!