Chief husband, strong love!

His first reaction was to get angry from his heart. Which fool did it!

Why didn't the reporter knock on the door and kick it?

He deliberately wants the reporter to take photos of their close relationship and directly announce his identity. At that time, Shen Enron can't refuse, and it's even more impossible to find other men.

But he almost lost his mind just now. He would never let reporters take such unbearable photos unprepared.

Who knows, when he saw the man, he was stunned.

Not a reporter?!

The man who kicked the door walked in without any hesitation, as if he regarded song Zicheng as nothing.

Song Zicheng's original anger was extinguished in an instant because of the cold and frozen atmosphere.

It was not until yeshengting came to the sofa that his brain resumed operation after a moment of downtime.

Who is this man?

Is this the man who slept with Shen Enron?

"Shua" for a moment, ye Shengting quickly passed his suit coat down and threw it on her without gentle action.

His face was cold, and his sinking eyes flashed over the mess on her one by one.

Her long hair was untidy and her eyes were red, but she stared at Song Zicheng with undisguised hatred.

The back collar of her skirt, which was already forked, was torn more open, and some red marks pinched by her fingers could be clearly seen on her snow-white arm.

Those traces, broken clothes, fell on his eyes.

The corners of his mouth sank suddenly, and his thin lips closed tightly.

The original anger was bitter, but now it turned sharply and went down to the freezing point. It's time to kill!

"Cough!" Yu Qinghe took two photos while song Zicheng was stunned. The other party didn't find them. Then he coughed and reminded, "Sir, should you go?"

Song Zicheng woke up with a start. His face was very bad for a moment.

He has always been the favored son of heaven, but I don't know why, in this strange man's good atmosphere, he felt that the other party was unattainable at the first sight.

This natural and rare sense of inferiority made him a little angry.

"Who are you? Who allowed you in!"

Yu Qinghe took a look at Song Zicheng's slacks, which were still loose. He couldn't bear to look straight at them. "Is Mr. Song going to see the reporter like this, and then let the reporter see what you tried to do in the monitoring just now?"

monitor???

When song Zicheng heard these two words, his heart was cold.

He didn't know for a moment whether to find out where the monitoring came from or to put on his pants and order someone to let the reporter go back.

He pulled his belt in a hurry and his movements were too flustered.

In particular, his eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of a camera in the room. He immediately threw down a cruel word, "wait for me!"

This is not a changing room. There are cameras in it.

These two people used to be in the security room. Wait for him to clean up next time!

He left in a hurry and didn't care what Shen Enron should do in front of the two men.

I only know that I must not meet reporters and delete monitoring.

Seeing that he was gone, Yu Qinghe raised his cell phone again. "Young master, I have just taken a souvenir for Mr. Song. I'll deal with it first."

"Wait."

Before Yu Qinghe was ready to go out, he heard the low and cold command of big and small.

"Get a doctor."