In the chaos, she heard the voices of others talking, and felt that they were holding a camera to take pictures of her. She reflexively raised her hand to block it, and the bruises on her arms and neck came into everyone's sight...
Many people around her couldn't help but gasp - from the distribution frequency of love marks on her arms and neck, we can deduce how "intense" she has experienced!
Judging from the information displayed by the outside world, she is only 17 years old. So what is happening to her: is she being bullied? Or...
do not care!
No need to guess, just take a photo and tell!
Everyone has a tacit understanding and rushes to press the shutter. As for the truth, there will be reporters from the entertainment section to "organize" it. The Qin family is a hot topic recently. No matter what news is organized, as long as it is about the Qin family, it will be a hot seller!
"Stop filming!" The crowd squeezed the petite girl in the middle and blocked her. Tong Yao shouted angrily, but no one paid attention to her. Instead, more microphones came to her lips.
"Excuse me, do you know anything about the Qin family's economy abroad?"
"If the Qin family falls, how do you view your status as a child bride?"
"Would you look for another job?"
"…………"
The barrage of questions forced Tong Yao to the corner. The reporters outside continued to squeeze in arbitrarily. The space became smaller and smaller, and the turbid air made Tong Yao couldn't help but cough again.
The crowd of reporters kept pushing and shoving, and Tong Yao blushed in discomfort, and squatted down weakly along the wall. There was a "buzzing" sound in her head, all of which were questions she couldn't answer...
She was surrounded to the point of despair, but a pair of arms stretched out at the right time and powerfully pulled her up from the ground: "Are you okay?"
The familiar crisp aroma filled the nostrils and dispersed the smell of the crowd. Tong Yao finally calmed down a little and pressed against the familiar chest. A layer of pretty red spread over his little face, but his heart felt inexplicably calm.
"Uncle..." she murmured
Where there is him, there is a sense of security
Qin Muyuan patted her head silently, comforting her indifferently, his eyes swept over her body, and checked a few times - Fortunately, she was not injured. If not for hearing the noise outside, and if Ye Jinghan hadn't called in time to tell her
Now that she is here, how can she deal with those reporters on her own?
Thinking of this, the color in Qin Muyuan's eyes became darker.
"Mr. Qin, may I ask..." As soon as Qin Muyuan came out, the reporters turned their attention to him, excitedly putting the microphone to his mouth, and vying to ask all kinds of tricky questions.
"That's enough!" A roar came from inside, and Qin Chenghui strode out, glaring coldly at the crowd of reporters, "Shut up! This is a hospital, we don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"
When it comes to the word "hospital", those reporters are obviously more enthusiastic——
"Mr. Qin Yaomin was hospitalized for emergency treatment. Is it because of the plummeting Qin's stock?"
"If Mr. Qin Yaomin cannot survive this change, what will be the future development trend of the Qin family?"
When Qin Chenghui heard this, he was obviously furious. He was so impulsive that he wanted to go forward and fight with the reporter: "You cursed my father to death?!"
"Don't mess around!" Ruan Qin quickly came over to stop him, otherwise there would be another headline on the obvious newspaper - "Qin's downfall shows his true nature, the hospital beats the reporter in public"
The reporter was obviously not waiting in a hurry, he was still provoking, stumbling and cursing.
Tong Yao, who had never seen such a battle before, was obviously frightened and huddled in Qin Muyuan's arms. When the reporters shouted, she trembled with fear.
"Are you crazy enough?" Just as she was tugging at the hem of her clothes at a loss, a cool voice sounded from above her head, causing the noisy crowd beside her to immediately fall silent.
It was clearly a tone of gentle discussion, but there was a cold chill in it, full of warning.
The surrounding reporters suddenly fell silent, and the previous noise was completely silent.
A young reporter looked at him suspiciously, muttered unwillingly, and challenged him: "Are you swearing? What do you mean by crazy enough?"
"Since I said this, I must have the strength to dare to say it." Qin Muyuan hummed, looking at everyone indifferently, his gentleness faded away, and gradually replaced with real coldness, "Forgive me for advising everyone, our Qin family's affairs,
It’s not the turn for outsiders to intervene.”
It was obvious that he was warning: Do not report any of the photos taken today in any form!
Because this is a private matter of the Qin family
"But..." The older reporter was more sensible. He smiled wryly and paused. He also wanted to ask a question about finance before going back.
After all, they can't come out here in vain.
"Qin's settlement data will be updated at nine o'clock today. If you are interested, we will also have a press conference at that time, waiting for your presence." He retreated in order to advance, first being polite and then fighting.
Every word, neither humble nor arrogant, with the strength of a king who has clear and decisive decisions, has convinced all the reporters.
Aura is really a very subtle thing
Invisible, intangible, yet able to decide everything
Qin Muyuan's few words could make everyone leave in disgust, which made Qin Chenghui next to him dumbfounded and opened his mouth. He could no longer say the contemptuous words he had said before. After holding it in for a long time, he pointed inside:
"Go in and see daddy"
"Yes." Qin Muyuan nodded, silently pulled Tong Yao next to him, and walked in together.
When she turned around, the back of his hand seemed to cover her forehead accidentally. He felt that her fever had subsided, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was just this natural and intimate action...