Chapter 1633
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Xunmi only reacted when she was brought into the car in a daze. She quickly grabbed her husband's hand.
"I don't have a cold and I'm not sick. You don't have to call the doctor."
She was afraid that the doctor would look at them as if they were idiots. That would be fun.
Zhong Lin frowned slightly. Clearly, he didn't believe her. Xunmi panicked. She was really fine.
Damn it. If you hadn't schemed against me behind my back, would I have sneezed?
I feel wronged. I'm so sad.
"Then don't call the doctor. Let's go eat." Zhong Lin pinched the person who was clearly in the wrong but still felt wronged.
He felt helpless in his heart. He thought that he had probably been completely taken advantage of by her.
But why was it like this? He didn't understand.
Xunmi nodded furiously. Her husband's expression finally improved. She heaved a sigh of relief.
It was great that she didn't have to be so worried.
She closed the door and was about to start the car when a large group of people surrounded her.
The original owner liked convertible sports cars. All the cars were convertible.
Because she felt that when she ran on the road, the wind blowing in her face and the wide view were better and more comfortable than those without a convertible.
This made it easier for the reporters. They could take all kinds of photos they wanted without any effort.
Especially when Xunmi brought a different person out every time. Basically, no one could escape the reporters' cameras.
So at this time, the reporters were quite familiar with it and were especially enthusiastic.
They were smiling so widely that their eyes couldn't be seen. They were so kind that Xunmi wondered if they were here to look for news or just to watch.
Just when she thought that they were just taking photos and moving away, someone spoke.
"Miss Jin, according to an insider, you didn't hesitate to drug Zhong Lin in order to get him. Is this true?"
Xunmi was a little depressed. She had thought too much. As reporters, how could they be so kind? Look, they had revealed their true colors.
She secretly glanced at her husband who was sitting in the front passenger seat. His expression didn't change. Her heart was pounding.
What did her husband mean? She was so nervous.
She opened her mouth to explain, but the reporter who spoke before her spoke first.
"Zhonglin is just a new artist. Other than being a little handsome, he hasn't reached the top. Miss Jin, why do you care so much about him?"
"There are still a lot of handsome young men in the circle and very stylish old cadres. You must keep your eyes open."
Xunmi opened her mouth and closed it. Her mind was filled with 'what?'.
She couldn't understand what was going on.
Shouldn't they be looking for me to dig up news and pry into my privacy?
What the hell was he trying so hard to console her?
"That's right, that's right. Miss Jin, please don't hang yourself on this tree."
"Such a good forest, we are still waiting for you to mine it. Don't let us down."
"That's right, Miss Jin. Zhonglin really isn't that good. Don't be fooled. There are better things waiting for you ahead."
Xunmi's ears were filled with a cacophony of voices, causing her to be dumbfounded.
This … This … Was the world a fantasy, or was she hallucinating?
Was she sure this was the world of the entertainment industry and not some strange world?
Xunmi, who was deeply suspicious, made the reporters mistakenly think that she had listened to their words. They began to analyze for her even more excitedly.
Zhonglin, who had been silent all this while, also looked gloomy because of Xunmi's silence.
His emotions, which had just calmed down a little, started to ferment again because of this incident.
A dark vortex appeared behind the two of them, waiting to slowly engulf them.
Xunmi shuddered and quickly came back to her senses. She reflexively looked at her husband's expression.
The moment she saw it, she was shocked. Her action was faster than her brain. She pounced on her husband and explained nervously.
"Zhonglin, I only like you. I only love you. I won't leave you. Really."
"If you dare to say that you don't like me, don't love me, and want to leave me, I will break your legs and lock you up."
The words came out of his mouth in an anxious and domineering manner. He didn't care that there were so many reporters around and they might write nonsense.
She only had one thought now. Her husband was going to be evil. Her husband was going to be evil.
This wouldn't do. Being evil was an illness. It had to be treated.
Zhonglin moved his hand and wrapped it around the waist of the person in his arms. His deep eyes swept across the reporters surrounding them and he suppressed the crazy violence in his chest.
At that moment, he really wanted to kill them without caring about anything else.
How dare they instigate her to leave him and not like him? They were really courting death.
At the critical moment, his rationality suppressed his madness. The reason was that he didn't want her to be afraid of him.
He knew that this naughty kitten was not an ordinary person, but he was still worried.
"Lin, you have to believe me. No matter what, my love for you is unique."
XunMi once again unabashedly confessed. She took the opportunity to rub her head against her husband's well-built chest, silently dripping a suspicious sparkling liquid.
Aiyo, her husband's chest muscles are so strong. I wonder how his abs are.
I must find a time to touch them.
Zhonglin's arms tightened around her and his lips curled into a happy smile.
Facing those reporters with bad intentions, his smile became gentler. It was just that the words he said were especially nasty.
"You don't have to worry about me and Xun 'er. You heard what Xun' er said just now. She will only love me.
I know you're jealous of me, but I'm sorry. My Xun 'er loves me. Sigh. "
He sighed regretfully and stroked the hair of the person in his arms. His victorious attitude made the reporters furious.
Damn it, this little b * tch, this gigolo, actually captured Miss Jin's heart. How infuriating.
They wanted more headlines. They wanted to see which little fresh meat would be taken in by Miss Jin next.
The most important thing was that Miss Jin's heart belonged to someone else. They lost their way to make money from betting in the future. Their hearts hurt.
It was as if they saw a lot of money waving at them.
No, give them back their queen who brought them headlines and give them back their way of making money.
They didn't know if they could kill this shameless person. The more they thought about it, the more they wanted to cry. With a cry, they leaned on the car or sat on the ground and cried.
That scene was so spectacular that Xunmi doubted her life.
It was the first time she met a reporter who wasn't full of malice or pestering an artist. It was really … a miracle.
If XunMi knew what they were thinking, she probably wouldn't be thinking this way. o (? □?) o
Zhonglin didn't have a good impression of this group of people. His voice was cold. "Get them away."
Chang Kemin, who had been waiting outside for the two of them to leave, summoned a few bodyguards in the dark and moved them away like they were carrying lambs.
He couldn't help but curse in his heart. Ever since he met Xunmi Jin, Young Master was no longer that Young Master.
Sigh.
As expected, even heroes have a weakness for the charms of beautiful women.
It was just that he was more inclined to think that beautiful women were a source of trouble.
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