The night is dark.

He stood under a street light, and the light lights projected on his tall and tall figure, as if a light halo was emitted around him.

He seemed to be shining in the crowd.

Qiao Mianmian saw that he was holding a red electric hand heater in his hand.

Of course, that hand warmer was not held by Mo Yesi because he was afraid of the cold.

That was prepared for her.

When Qiao Mianmian saw the hand warmer, her lips couldn't help but rise, and her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

She walked towards Mo Yesi with brisk steps.

As if there was something to do, the man who was looking at someone else just now suddenly turned his head, and the dark and deep eyes instantly locked her. The originally indifferent and distant gaze instantly turned into gentleness and doting.

Before Qiao Mianmian could walk to Mo Yesi, Mo Yesi quickly walked towards her.

He had long legs and long steps, so he quickly walked in front of Qiao Mianmian.

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

Immediately afterwards, a familiar warm breath came to my face, and the next second Qiao Mianmian was stuffed into a warm and safe embrace.

"Is it cold?" A low and gentle voice fell on the top of my head.

Qiao Mianmian opened her mouth and was about to answer when she heard a "crack" sound. She raised her head, and was stunned by the flashing lights that kept on turning on.

A reporter discovered them, and a large group of reporters surrounded them with cameras.

"Miss Qiao, first of all, congratulations on winning the Best Song Singer of the Year Award tonight. Then we all know that there was a little 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 liked you with a bad news. Do you know what happened? How do you think of her behavior?"

"Ms. 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 matter?"

"Yes, Miss Qiao, can you answer? Is the string of letters on your jewelry really a signature of imitation mr.s?"

These reporters have been waiting outside for a long time.

Tonight, there were so many things that excited them.

Each piece can be used as a material to post news on hot topics.

They naturally would not miss such a good opportunity.

Qiao Mianmian leaned on Mo Yesi's chest and was stunned for a few seconds before she realized. She reached out and pushed Mo Yesi away a little and retreated from his arms.

"Sorry, I can't respond at any time now. If you have any questions, you can ask me another day. Please let us leave now, please let us leave." Qiao Mianmian himself is used to reporters' siege questions.

But she knew that Mo Yesi must not like being surrounded by these reporters.

She said, grabbing Mo Yesi's arm and trying to squeeze him out of the crowd with him.

But the arm was held back.

Qiao Mianmian was stunned and raised her head in surprise, but saw that the man beside her had no intention of leaving. He used his eyes to signal her not to worry.

Then she saw him turn his head and turn her eyes to the group of reporters who just asked.
Chapter completed!