Ruan Qi didn't know when Hong Xiaosheng appeared at the game.

According to the instructions given by Qian duo, she found the back door of the staff passage, twisted the door handle and pushed it out——

The "click" sound of the camera shutter was caught off guard. A group of reporters holding long guns and short guns rushed over in a swarm in the girl's terrified eyes.

"Eh? Why is it a woman?" reporter a was surprised.

"Not Shi Yang, Bai is happy!" reporter B is disappointed.

"I thought I could take the first-hand plain face photos of foreigners. After a long time, it was a plain man."

The reporters who rushed up just now dispersed in a swarm, and several people glanced at Ruan Qi with a little resentment.

"..." the little girl was sweating with fear.

Fortunately, I didn't come to shoot her!

Ruan Qi breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to touch the mask on his face and the pink cat ear cap on his head.

What should she do now?

Close the door and return to the stadium, or go out under the gaze of so many reporters?

The little girl stood at the back door for two seconds.

Several reporters squatting on the side looked at her strangely when they saw her standing still.

Ruan Qi's scalp was numb. For fear that he was not well armed, he was recognized by these reporters with poisonous eyes.

She pressed her cap down rigidly, and walked out with her feet floating and staring straight.

While walking, he said, "can't see me... Can't see me... Can't see me..."

"Well, how do I feel that the shoulder bag on the girl's back looks familiar?" a reporter asked.

The little girl shook her legs and almost tripped on her left foot and fell on the ground on her right foot.

She nervously grabbed her shoulder bag and shoulder strap, and was as frightened as walking a sharp knife in a short distance of 300 meters.

At this time, the voice of another reporter floated down the wind.

"I also think that bag looks familiar? It seems that some star has recited it. Let me think..."

Forget it, you're losing your memory!

Ruan Qi cursed in his heart, and his steps were faster.

At this time, the mobile phone in his hand suddenly shook.

It was Xi Jiu's wechat and told her that the car was parked outside the back door and 200 meters to the right of the road.

Ruan Qi raised his feet and was about to go that way. Suddenly, the reporter patted his thigh and exclaimed, "Oh, I remember! That bag Ruan Qi carried on his back! It had been on the Internet for a long time! And the pink cat ear cap!"

"!!!" the little girl was so frightened that she couldn't breathe.

Even if she didn't turn around, she could feel the sight of reporters on her body.

It's over. It's going to sink.

Ruan Qi looked and stopped at the black Rolls Royce across the road. His first reaction was that he couldn't get on the bus and let the reporter shoot Jiujiu.

She pursed her lips, turned her steps, and walked in the opposite direction against everyone's eyes.

The voices of the reporters floated into my ears along the wind.

"I really think that girl is a bit like Ruan Qi."

"Can't you? Isn't Ruan Qi raising his body?"

"Maybe I woke up."

"Why don't you come over and have a look? What if it's really her?"

The reporters are ready to move, and several activists have raised their feet to catch up.

Ruan Qi heard the footsteps behind him, and his anxious forehead was full of sweat.

She looked around, found a deserted path, grabbed her backpack and was about to run.

Just then, a white BMW drove out of the path.

The sun reflected a rainbow on the windshield. After the rainbow was drawn, Ruan Qi saw the man sitting on the co pilot.