Chapter 2632

The night was heavy.

He stood under a street lamp, light light projected on his tall figure, as if emitting a light halo around him.

He seems to shine in the crowd.

Joe Mianmian saw that he was holding a red electric hand warmer.

That hand warmer was not held by moyesi because he was afraid of cold.

That's what he prepared for her.

When Qiao Mianmian saw the hand warmer, he could not help but raise his lips. His heart was as sweet as honey.

She walked briskly towards moyesi.

Just now, the man who was looking at other places suddenly turned his head. The dark and deep eyes immediately locked her. The indifferent and alienated eyes turned to tenderness and doting.

Without waiting for Qiao Mianmian to come to Mo Yesi, Mo Yesi quickly walks towards her.

He had long legs and long steps, and soon came to Joe Mianmian.

The hot hand stove that he held in his hand was pushed into Qiao Mianmian's hand in the next second.

Followed by a familiar warm breath, the next second Qiao Mianmian people also into a warm and safe embrace.

"Cold or not?" There was a low, gentle voice overhead.

Qiao Mianmian opened her mouth. As soon as she was about to answer, she heard the sound of "click click". She raised her head and was blinded by the flashing light.

A reporter found them, a large group of reporters are carrying cameras around.

"Miss Joe, first of all, congratulations on winning the award of best singer of the year tonight. We all know that there was an accident when we received this award. What do you think of this accident? "

"Miss Qiao, what do you think about the quarrel between your fans and Song Fei's fans on Weibo? And Song Fei praised your black stuff. Do you know. What do you think of her behavior? "

"Miss Qiao, a professional jewelry designer has identified the jewelry you are wearing tonight and said that the jewelry you are wearing is not designed by Mr. S. can you respond to this?"

"Yes, Miss Jo, can you answer that? Is the string of letters on your jewelry really an imitation of Mr. s's signature

These reporters have been waiting outside for a long time.

There are so many exciting things going on tonight.

Each one can be used as hot news material.

Naturally, they will not miss such a good opportunity.

Qiao Mianmian leans on Mo Yesi's chest for a few seconds before she reacts. She reaches out her hand and pushes Mo Yesi away from him.

"Sorry, I can't make any response right now. If you have any questions, you can ask me another day. Now please give way. Let's leave. " Qiao Mianmian himself is used to the reporters' encircling questions.

But she knew that moyesi certainly didn't like being surrounded by these reporters.

She said as she grabbed moyesi's arm and tried to squeeze him out of the crowd.

The arm was held back.

Joe Mianmian is stunned. He looks up in surprise, but he sees that the man beside her doesn't mean to leave. He uses his eyes to indicate that she doesn't have to worry.

Then she saw him turn his head and look at the group of reporters who had just asked questions.

His eyes were distant and cold, his eyes were calm, and his voice was cold and calm: "don't you see that my wife doesn't want to answer. But you can ask me those questions just now. "