660: C660 President's Needle-eyed Contact Details

C660 President's Needle-eyed Contact Details

By the ear, those reporters' voices are getting closer.

Soong Zhizhi hugged him tighter and tighter. Her body was rubbing against his body and her clothes were getting pulled down more and more.

Bo Qian felt a chill run down his spine.

He sneered and said in a deep voice, "You really want to take photos, don't you?"

Bo Qian frowned and his eyes looked gloomy.

Soong Zhizhi's body trembled slightly, but she still forcefully hugged Bo Qian's waist and refused to let go.

"Very good."

Bo Qian raised his eyebrows and said with uncertainty, "Miss Song, you have to bear the consequences."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pulled her hard. Then, he looked around the room and quickly picked up the real silk clothes that she had taken off. He forcefully covered his mouth and quickly tied her to a chair.

Then, a few seconds before the door was knocked open, he pushed open the window and jumped down under Soong Zhizhi's stunned gaze.

Soong Zhizhi whimpered and struggled to break free. However, although the clothes were genuine and interesting clothes, the quality was very good. It seemed to be very thin but it could not be ripped off no matter what.

The door was knocked open.

The reporters and friends carried long spears and short cannons in. After a series of filming, they were stunned.

It was very quiet in the room.

Soong Zhizhi was tied to a chair. Her cheeks were red and her hair and clothes were also very messy. There was also a pile of clothes on the floor and there was almost nothing on her body.

In the room, there was a moment of suffocation.

Soong Zhizhi closed her eyes and wished that she could faint just like that.

"F * ck!"

After the reporter finished being shocked, he quickly picked up the camera and took a fierce photo.

Soong Zhizhi struggled and shook her head. Her face was filled with tears, but the reporters did not restrain themselves at all.

Soong Zhizhi closed her eyes and avoided those gazes.

Don't shoot anymore!

Stop hitting!

However, no one heard her shout. They took a long time to take pictures and even recorded videos. It was only when the person in charge of the banquet came up that they let Soong Zhizhi go.

Mu Shinian stood behind the reporters and quietly watched the scene unfold. Was Bo Qian not in the room? But she felt that Soong Zhizhi being tied up in such a mess probably had something to do with Bo Qian.

Mu Shinian's eyes looked around the room before finally landing on the open window. Her gaze froze for a few seconds before she suddenly turned around and went downstairs.

No way!

Bo Qian shouldn't be that stupid, right?

This was the third floor!

Mu Shinian's footsteps were very fast. When she went downstairs, she tripped on her feet. She staggered and fell down without any warning.

" Oh!"2

Finished!

Mu Shinian could not hold on any longer.

She was already mentally prepared, but just as she was about to land, she was hugged by someone at the waist!

Mu Shinian was stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw a familiar face... There were still two strands of grass on her head.

Mu Shinian blinked twice.

Bo Qian looked in the direction of the stairs and brought Mu Shinian to the side of the stairs to avoid those who were about to go upstairs to watch a joke. "You went upstairs to see?"

Mu Shinian said, "Yes."

Bo Qian hummed and added, "There's nothing to see. In the future, in this kind of occasion, don't participate in it."

As he spoke, he directly carried her and went to the main venue.

Mu Shinian frowned curiously, "Why?"

That's right.

Why?

Bo Qian coughed and said, "President, Needle Eye."

Mu Shinian was carried by him like that. After walking for a while, she patted his shoulder somewhat uncomfortably.

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