Neighborhood lover: Come to my bowl!

Those photos first floated to the reporter's side, and Mu Qingtian and Yun ZhuRan couldn't see them. After the reporters got the photos, they whispered to each other with strange smiles on their faces. Yun ZhuRan can't see it, but if she chooses, she doesn't want to see it at all. But you can't do it without looking.

Hou Nan came from below, holding a photo in his hand. He glanced at yunzhuran and didn't show it to yunzhuran. But handed it to Mu Qingtian.

Mu Qingtian stared at the picture in his hand and frowned.

Yun ZhuRan came to him and asked in a low voice, "Qing Tian, show me."

Yunzhuran reaches out and wants to take a picture of Qingtian. Mu Qingtian didn't give it to him, as if he hadn't heard it. Still keep your head down and your eyes still stay on the picture.

"Optimus, show me, will you?" Yun ZhuRan's voice was plaintive, almost begging Mu Qingtian.

Mu Qingtian still didn't take the picture in his hand. He raised his head and looked at Yunzhu dye. The picture in his hand was squeezed more tightly.

"Give it to me." Yun ZhuRan had already thought about it. She could imagine what was in the picture. She reached for a corner of the picture and wanted to pull it over. However, Mu Qingtian still didn't mean to let go. Mu Qingtian didn't speak, just didn't dye cloud bamboo. Yun ZhuRan pulls hard and wants to get it. Who knows, Mu Qingtian used more strength to pull the whole picture.

"Ranran, don't look."

Mu Qingtian pulls the photo over, forms a ball with one hand and pinches it in the palm of his hand.

Now, don't look at anyone.

Yun ZhuRan is very grateful to have such a husband, but she also knows that she can't escape now. This photo can be ignored and destroyed, but can so many photos be destroyed? It's impossible.

The reporters with photos whispered below and pointed at yunzhuran on the podium.

Yun ZhuRan couldn't hear what they were saying. But just look at their mouth. It's not hard to guess.

Those photos... Won't be good photos. They're just some ugly things.

Why, why is there such a thing? Why did the man behind the scenes just refuse to let me go.

Yun ZhuRan said angrily in her heart.

Finally, she smiled bitterly in her heart.

Yun ZhuRan, you are so naive. You should know. Since the person behind the scenes dares to trouble you, he is fully prepared and will fight you to the end. Now he is in the dark and you are in the light. You can't do anything except being beaten passively.

Yunzhuran felt the darkness in front of her and her body shook.

Mu Qingtian, who was standing aside, had noticed that yunzhuran was in a bad state. He hurried over and asked, "Ranran, how are you? Are you uncomfortable? I'll take you back. You need a rest."

Yunzhuran turns her head and looks at Mu Qingtian. Mu Qingtian's face is full of concern.

"Optimus, thank you."

Yun ZhuRan said so, but her right hand was touching the ring on the ring finger of her left hand. Mu Qingtian gave it to him last night, and she finally put it on. I remember Mu Qingtian didn't give her a ring when she got married. Now, finally put it on.

What a happy thing.

But, Optimus, you know what? I still can't stay with you. So many people are talking about my scandal and poking my spine. Even if you can stand it, I can't let you be so wronged.

I once thought that no matter what we need to face, as long as we are together, we will be fearless. Even if the whole world is against us, we are not afraid.

But I was wrong. I can't do it at all. Don't talk about the whole world, even these people in front of me, I can't stand their words.

Sorry, Optimus.

Yunzhuran bites her lips and suppresses her grief. The more she felt, the more unstable she was. The body tilted, plopped and fell down.

Fortunately, Mu Qingtian is around. He has long found that Yunzhu dye looks very wrong. Yunzhuran fainted here, so he ran over and held him.

"Ranran. Wake up, wake up."

Yunzhuran's mind has been confused. She just mumbled, "Optimus, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to. I love you. I always love you alone."

Mu Qingtian felt his nose sour and tears almost fell.

The things yunzhuran has to face are too complicated. She can't bear it as a woman, and as a man, as she depends on, I can't help her. What a shame.

Mu Qingtian shook his head and told himself that this is not the time to think about these things. He must send yunzhuran to the hospital. She needs treatment now.

Thinking of this, Mu Qingtian hugged a princess, crossed yunzhuran's body and walked towards the door of the conference room. The group of reporters took advantage of this opportunity to gather around and block the way.

"President Mu, what happened to your wife?"

"President Mu, what do you think of these photos?"

"Will it affect the relationship between you and your wife. And the stock price of the company."

"Mr. mu..."

Mu Qingtian roared: "get away! I'm going to send Ranran to the hospital, get away!"

Even so, shouting did not make these reporters flinch, but still firmly blocked the way. Mu Qing was furious about the weather. Usually very elegant, he almost yelled at these reporters and even started to fight.

At this juncture, Feng Yeqi rushed in with a group of security guards. No matter what happened, he separated a road for mu Qingtian and rushed the reporters to both sides.

"Mr. mu, this way!" Feng Yeqi pointed out the way forward and opened a road.

Mu Qingtian held Yun ZhuRan in both hands, so he had to nod to Feng Yeqi.

"OK. Thanks."

Feng Yeqi smiled: "I don't have to say!"

The group of reporters screamed and protested to Mu Qingtian, saying that Mu Qingtian did not respect reporters and press freedom. Mu Qingtian doesn't care about them. Ran straight out. The curses of the reporters and the click of the camera shutter went farther and farther away, and finally I couldn't hear them.

He took the elevator, looked at the floor number on the monitor getting smaller and smaller, and looked down at the cloud bamboo dye in his arms.

He leaned his face over and rubbed the bamboo stained face.

"Ranran, you must hold on. No matter what you face, no matter how difficult it is, only we have each other. Can't we face it together? Ranran, you must hold on."

Imperceptibly, Mu Qingtian's tears dropped and fell on yunzhuran's face.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, Mu Qingtian's body shook, the door opened and went straight to the parking lot. As soon as I got on the car and stepped on the accelerator, Mu Qingtian's Lexus disappeared into the night.

Mu Qingtian is gone. Someone needs to preside over the situation here. Feng Yeqi met Hou Nan, who was sweating: "Hello, Hello, have you seen the vice president? I mean vice president Mu?"

"Isn't he in there?" Feng Yeqi asked. In his impression, Mu Huanjiang is a calm and meticulous person. At this time, he knows what to do best. Never leave without permission.