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"Zhao Xi!" Fang Han sat up and pulled her hand. Her hand was extremely cold.

Zhao Xi's gaze did not focus, the expressions left on the left and right of her face slowly faded, only leaving behind a deathly pale complexion. Fang Han tightly furrowed his brows, and said in an unquestionable manner: "You cannot follow him like this! Zhao Xi, do you really want to leave him? "

"What are you angry about?" She wasn't angry.

Fang Han picked up his phone to make a call, but Zhao Xi rejected him subconsciously: "No need, Fang Han, you should keep your distance from me now. The current news is already enough to bother you, I'm sorry, I caused you so much trouble, I didn't want to resign …."

"You don't have to resign now." Fang Han interrupted her somewhat eagerly.

Zhao Xi looked at Fang Han calmly for a while. "There are bodyguards waiting for me outside. Don't worry, I'll be leaving first."

Within half a day, the rumor of Fang Han and Mo Ziran fighting over Zhao Xi had already made headlines in all the news.

Fang Han's injury, the Mo family's car that had appeared in the hospital, and Zhao Xi who had a close relationship with both of them, all of these things seemed to be linked in an instant. Although it was not the complete truth, it was almost the same.

Zhao Xi sat in the middle of the red Ferrari with the black window blocking the outside view. However, the sharp media people were not willing to let go of any possible sources of information and blocked their car in front of the hospital entrance.

"Excuse me, are you here to visit Mr. Fang Han?"

"Is Mr Fang Han's injury really for a woman?"

"Miss Zhao Xi is really Mr. Mo Ziran's mistress? Do you know about this? "

The media outside the carriage roared with all of their strength, Zhao Xi stared ahead in a daze, only leaving behind a buzzing sound.

There were many reporters who simply stood in front of the cars and did not let them pass. Just as the bodyguards in the passenger seat were about to call for help, they found out that those reporters seemed to have found something and ran into the hospital.

The driver immediately drove off, causing Zhao Xi's heart to skip a beat: "Wait a moment."

Zhao Xi's heart was beating really fast. She turned her head to look at the people around her and was suddenly struck dumb.

Fang Han sat on a wheelchair on the stairs as he faced the reporter condescendingly. His expression did not look good, but he was still calm, refined and smooth. There were a few bodyguards in front of him, and Ye Qing Qing was standing beside him.

"Mr. Fang Han, are you going to explain about the Fang Group's Director, Miss Zhao Xi? Now that they have been sent to the picture, how do you feel about this? "

"There are rumors saying that your injury is because of Miss Zhao Xi. How do you respond to this?"

"Will a scandal like this affect the company's image when the director of the company is a mistress?"

All of the reporters were holding their microphones, their voices were sharp, Zhao Xi sat in the carriage and was trembling from head to toe.

Fang Han took the microphone and said calmly, "Regarding this news, I just want to say that it's fake."

The media was obviously dissatisfied with his explanation, "But we already have a photo that confirms the unusual relationship between Zhao Xi and the Mr. Mo."

"Everyone knows that Mr. Mo came to see me at the hospital yesterday. Zhao Xi is our company's director, so it is only natural that he came to see the CEO, so later on, we asked Mr. Mo to send us back. As for the photos, it's probably due to the angle."

Zhao Xi clung onto the window of the car and peeked her body out to see Fang Han. He had pulled on the wound earlier, but she was now sitting on a wheelchair with her back straightened.

"But before the elevator, the Mr. Mo was indeed holding onto Miss Zhao Xi's shoulders intimately!"

"Does Mr. Fang want to help you clear up the reputation of our company?"

Fang Han laughed: "I'm Zhao Xi's Director, and also her friend. I think that I should have the most say in whether or not she has done anything. As for my injuries, they have nothing to do with Zhao Xi as well.

"Yes, I can testify that Miss Zhao Xi was at the scene, but she was not with us. I invited Miss Zhao Xi, but when she arrived at the hotel, we were already in trouble." Ye Qing Qing's voice was still as gentle as before, completely different from the one she had heard in the hotel.

Fang Han turned his head and looked at Ye Qing Qing gently, before reaching out his hand to hold hers. The two of them smiled at each other, and Ye Qing Qing pushed Fang Han's wheelchair out of the room.

Zhao Xi closed the window: "Let's go."

If she did not exist, Fang Han and Ye Qing Qing might have been like this in the first place.

"Zhao Xi is here!"

It was unknown who among the crowd had discovered her existence. They immediately shouted out, and a few people immediately rushed out to block the front of their cars.

Fang Han was startled, and immediately stopped to look in the direction of Zhao Xi. When he saw the few people blocking her carriage, he turned his head and stared at Ye Qing Qing, and Ye Qing Qing subconsciously avoided his gaze.

The people in front of the car blocked their way, and the media immediately rushed over. The red car was immediately surrounded.

"Could Miss Zhao Xi get off the car and receive an interview?"

"Are you really the Mr. Mo's mistress?"

"I heard that the relationship in Mr. Mo is very chaotic. Can Miss Zhao Xi explain?"

The bodyguard said to Zhao Xi: "Miss Zhao need not bother with them, our people will be there shortly."

Zhao Xi was stunned for a few seconds before opening the car door.

"Miss Zhao!" The bodyguard was stunned and immediately got off the car.

The moment the media saw Zhao Xi getting off the car, they all started to get excited, they all passed the microphone to Zhao Xi: "Miss Zhao, can you explain the news this time?"

Zhao Xi raised her eyes, looking at the large group of microphones and the reporters' mouths that were opening and closing. She had been used to this ever since she joined the Eli's competition, but at that moment, she really wanted to escape.

"Miss Zhao, may I ask if the reason why you are able to obtain Teacher Anna's guidance and obtain today's reputation is related to the Mr. Mo?"

Zhao Xi wanted to refute her, but when she moved her lips, she could not say anything. It was indeed because of Mo Ziran that she was able to know Anna.

The bodyguards blocked in front of Zhao Xi, but this action of her actually provoked the media, and they all squeezed towards Zhao Xi, afraid that they would miss a single reaction of hers.

Zhao Xi was hit, the high heels made her body unsteady, but when she almost fell down, she was pulled into's embrace.

She looked at Fang Han in astonishment. Wasn't he still sitting on the wheelchair just now? What about his injuries?

Fang Han's gaze was filled with pain as he asked, "Are you alright?"

The media immediately went crazy, this scene was like a hero saving a beauty! It was clear that Zhao Xi and Fang Han had an intimate relationship.

"Mr. Fang Han, you like Miss Zhao Xi too? That's why you got hurt? Was it fake when you said that you were on good terms with your fiancée? "

Fang Han looked at the media, but did not loosen his grip, "Zhao Xi is my director, can't I protect her if you guys force her?"

"Bang, bang, bang ~ ~ ~"

A few gunshots rang out in the crowd's ears, and all the clamor died down in an instant, followed by screams that pierced the sky.

The scene became even more chaotic, and all the heat was panicking as they tried to find a place to fire.

A train quickly drove over and stopped outside the hospital. It was clean, orderly, and filled with an overweeningly domineering aura.

The car in front was a black sports car.

His long and straight legs appeared in front of everyone's eyes, followed by a handsome and perfect face. His facial features were as deep as a sculpture, and the cold lines were unable to find any flaws on his face.

It's Mo Ziran!

The media rarely took any pictures of Mo Ziran, and rarely any articles about him, but everyone present knew who he was.

The president of the Mohist Group, the leader of the Asian region, his existence was a deterrent!

Sun Gu and the bodyguards got off the car from the back, divided into two groups, and followed behind Mo Ziran. All of them were dressed in capable black clothes, and were well-trained.

Mo Ziran's gaze directly swept past the crowd and landed on the hand Fang Han was holding Zhao Xi, the look in her eyes suddenly deepened. She was clearly the same person, her expression did not even change, yet her aura had become extremely sharp.

He walked towards the stunned Zhao Xi, where he stood there, and the media unconsciously made way for him, while the bodyguards on both sides blocked all the reporters five meters away from Mo Ziran.

Mo Ziran stopped in front of Zhao Xi, fiercely staring at Fang Han with an ugly expression: "Still not coming!"

Zhao Xi's expression was startled, and she subconsciously wanted to walk to Mo Ziran's side, but Fang Han tightly grabbed her arm. His gaze made contact with Mo Ziran's in the air, and sparks were shot out with a crackling sound.

"Now that the rumors have spread, Mr. Mo should know that a girl's reputation has been ruined. Fang Han did not retreat while facing Mo Ziran, but the Fang family's people who were not far away exchanged anxious glances with him.

What did this have to do with their family? How could Fang Han be so stupid as to rush to the front of the media? He was still provoking Mo Ziran, and more importantly, he was still hugging Zhao Xi!

"Be my, Mo Ziran's, woman, and ruin my reputation?" Mo Ziran sneered and at the same time, took a step forward, reaching out his hand to pull Zhao Xi out of Fang Han's embrace.

The media regained their senses after hearing Mo Ziran's verdict. They immediately wanted to squeeze into Mo Ziran's side, but the bodyguards did not budge an inch.

The reporters panicked, "Mr. Mo, is Miss Zhao Xi really your mistress?"

"Mr. Mo, how did Miss Zhao get to know you? Did you help her become a designer? "

Mo Ziran used one hand to hug Zhao Xi tightly in her embrace. Her tall and noble body was overbearing as she looked around with ridicule: "Is a mistress worthy of being called a woman by me?"

An overweeningly arrogant voice.

Zhao Xi trembled as she raised her head to look at the perfect side of Mo Ziran's face. Her magnetic voice echoed in everyone's ears, "Are you guys sick? This is my, Mo Ziran's, girlfriend! "