A little cute baby fell from the sky

Chapter 333 Looks so pitiful

"In the future, Su Xiaoya will wear traditional dresses for all events."

"Still, the styling heritage definitely has to be eye-catching. Plus."

"If there are male actors or directors attending the film festival together, they are not allowed to hold her hand. You must keep a distance of one meter from men."

Assistant An was in a cold sweat, and subconsciously took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Mr. Qi's strong possessiveness...

You must know that Ms. Su is in the entertainment industry, and she has to keep a distance of one meter away from all men, so how can she make a film?

However, it would be foolish for him to speak out to remind him now.

For this kind of thing, of course, Ms. Su needs to "communicate" with Mr. Qi in another special way in private.

After explaining everything, Qi Muchen continued to watch the TV wall with satisfaction.

The news had changed on TV, and it was a live broadcast that the entertainment reporter had just grabbed.

Suddenly, Li Man's crying face appeared on the screen.

She wiped her tears with a handkerchief, her eyes looked red, and she looked a little excited.

"I don't know why so many people on the Internet are targeting me? I was indeed doing the show last time, but I didn't mean it either."

After Li Man said a few words, tears fell like rain.

Her face was originally a classic melon-seeded face, plus she was crying so tearfully, she looked really pitiful.

She was crying until she couldn't make a sound, but Sister Wang next to her was filled with righteous indignation.

"Some black people on the Internet are really too much. They used to attack Su Xiaoya, but now they attack Ms. Li Man. In the past few days, Ms. Li Man has been washing her face with tears, and her emotions lost control for a while."

Sister Wang was still talking to the reporter, but Mr. Qi didn't want to read any more.

He picked up the remote control and quickly turned off the TV wall.

With a calm expression, he picked up the stack of documents on the desk again and looked.

Assistant Ante stood aside, not daring to say a word.

Mr. Qi seemed to be working seriously, but his amber eyes were distracted, obviously in a trance.

After a while, Qi Muchen narrowed his long and narrow eyes tightly, his other hand trembled a little, he reached into his pocket, and took out a medicine bottle.

"You go out first."

His voice was always cold, but it was mixed with some mania.

Assistant Ant was taken aback, looked at Mr. Qi with some concern, and could only leave the office first.

As soon as he left, there was a loud "bang" in the office.

He didn't know that Mr. Qi's current mania was aroused by the lovely and pitiful Li Man on TV just now.

Even after taking two pills, I still can't hold it down.

Mr. Qi picked up the chair in a frenzy, and smashed the entire TV wall with a bang.

On the screen, Li Man was crying so pitifully, her expression, her crying, overlapped with the painful memory five years ago.

The little girl wearing a mask five years ago seemed to pop up in Mr. Qi's mind.

In Mr. Qi's imagination, five years ago, Li Man's naked body was tossed and bruised all over by those gangsters. (Imagine! Note that it is imagination!)
She screamed heart-piercingly and questioned him tremblingly.

"Qi Muchen, I have paid so much for you, yet you treat me like this!"

"How can you, how can you!"

Such questioning is like a heavy iron chain, directly locking Mr. Qi's soul.

(End of this chapter)