Chapter 509

"Hit, hit! Knock the door open. If anyone can take a naked picture of Yan Feiyu today, he will definitely make a lot of money. " A man yelled with joy.

This group of people like crazy, hard hit the bathroom door.

Yan Feiyu screamed inside and put her back against the door of the bathroom. Two lines of tears came down.

"Yecuo, help me!" Yan Feiyu closed her eyes and cried in a panic.

"Bang!" The door was knocked open, Yan Feiyu fell directly on the hard floor, knee fell out of a small wound.

Outside a few reporters want to squeeze toward the inside: "first pull off her bath towel, and then take a few pictures."

Yan Feiyu stretched out her hand to cover the important part of her body in a panic and said in despair: "no, don't..."

This group of people didn't listen at all and rushed towards Yan Feiyu together.

Yan Feiyu screamed in despair and covered his face.

However, she did not feel someone pulling her bath towel. Instead, she heard a crackling sound of beating and countless people howling.

Yan Feiyu's frightened pear blossom opens her eyes, but sees a man standing in the crowd with his face covered.

Around him lay a large number of reporters, each covering a part of his body, wailing in pain and rolling on the ground.

"You bastards, you are too bold! Don't you know that Yan Feiyu is covered by me? " Ye CuO looked at the crowd coldly.

At this time, the group saw clearly that the man who hurt them was covered with a piece of cloth on his face. They were frightened and said, "masked man?"

This group of people are shocked, but now no one does not know, the relationship between masked people and Yan Feiyu.

This mysterious masked person always appears when Yan Feiyu is in danger. At her concert, some people from harvest media want to take care of Yan Feiyu, but they are all taken care of by him.

This group of reporters think of here, for this mysterious masked man, are very scared.

Yan Feiyu also looks at the person in front of him with a dull face. After a few seconds, he recognizes that he is the masked person he is longing for.

And this masked man, holding a spicy hot in his hand, raised it to her.

Yan Feiyu looks at Ye Cuo, and suddenly he is surprised and lucky to escape from death. Regardless of wiping the tears on his face, he runs over directly, reaches out and hugs Ye Cuo, buries his face in his chest, and cries loudly.

"Well, I'm here. It's OK." Ye CuO's voice was gentle, and she reached out and stroked her long hair.

Yan Feiyu trembled all over, like a frightened kitten, with a look of panic.

Two people's bodies are very close. Ye CuO can clearly feel the temperature and amazing softness from Yan Feiyu's body, as well as the two soft meats pressing on his chest.

"This chick, it's a vacuum inside." Ye CuO looked at Yan Feiyu and realized that she was still taking a bath just now.

Ye CuO holds Yan Feiyu in his arms and goes to the bedroom to let her put on her clothes.

Yan Feiyu in the bedroom, closed the door, dare not go out again, just worry about ye CuO a person outside, facing so many people, will suffer.

So hiding behind the door, quietly listening to the movement outside.

Outside, ye CuO looks at these reporters coldly and pinches his fist.

A reporter got up from the ground, looked at Ye Cuo, and said in horror, "masked man, how dare you beat a reporter? Aren't you afraid we'll report it? Now we journalists are in charge of the direction of public opinion. We can write whatever we want. If you provoke us, we'll be criticized. "

Ye CuO sneered and walked up to him. He stretched out his hand to pull his collar and raised it up: "you can write as you like, right?"

"You... What do you want to do?" This reporter is a bit of a counsellor.

Ye CuO grabs his right hand and pinches it hard. There is a crack of bone: "come on, let me see how you write."

"Ah The whole body twitches, struggling hard, forehead tendons are up, a right hand, was crushed, pain he almost fainted.

All the people around them were shocked by the howl.

A reporter panicked: "masked person, do you think you can be irresponsible if you cover your face? You... If you are like this, we will sue Yan Feiyu and tell her to connive at your murder. "

Ye CuO dropped the man in his hand, sneered and said: "OK, but you can't get the evidence that I hurt people. What can you do if you can't sue her? Let me help you and leave you some evidence of murder. "

Ye CuO came to him and stepped on it hard. He broke the man's arm with a click.

The man was just about to open his mouth and howl miserably. Ye CuO punched him down and knocked out his teeth with a bang. His mouth was full of blood and he couldn't speak.

Ye CuO looked around coldly: "who else is going to go back to write?"

A circle of people are all trembling, ye CuO is like a murderer without blinking an eye, this group of reporters almost scared crazy.

A person was at the door, at this time looking at Ye CuO did not notice himself, quietly picked up his camera from the ground, ready to slip away from the door.

Ye CuO grabbed a vase on the table and threw it.

"Hula" sound, vase broken all over the ground, the man holding his head, screamed, fell to the ground, full of blood.

Ye CuO looked at them and said, "who else wants to go? Why don't you go? Are you planning to write a draft here? "

A man turned his eyes, nodded and said: "masked people, we dare not, and we will never dare again. I promise you that I will never write. I didn't see or hear anything about this evening. "

Ye CuO smiles faintly: "OK, smash your camera first."

The man hesitated and said, "this..."

Ye CuO grabs his camera and smashes it on his head. With a click, the camera smashes into pieces. This man covers his head and falls to the ground with a scream.

All the reporters were so scared that they were all shivering.

Ye CuO lightly looked at them: "who else wants me to help them smash the camera?"

This group of people a Leng, quickly raised their cameras, fell on the ground.

Ye CuO sneered and looked at them: "although the camera is smashed, you still have hands. Maybe you will scribble when you go back."

This group of people looked at each other.

A reporter gritted his teeth, grabbed a vase fragment on the ground and scratched his hand: "hiss... Ah... It hurts. Masked man, I hurt my hand. I can't write it. "

The rest of the people a stay, quickly cut their hands with fragments.

"Well, that's about the same. Let me have a look at your ID cards. I'll keep your tongue for you first. If you dare to talk nonsense, do you think I'll cut your tongue? Go away

"We dare not, absolutely not." A group of people fled.

PS: another chapter may be late. Let's go to bed first and read it tomorrow morning.