One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband

Song Song was surprised.

No, this person is definitely not a patient.

How can a patient be so smart and walk like the wind?

She closed the door quickly and locked it from the inside. Turning around, anxiously said to Gong Qing: "The reporter has rushed up..."

Before the words fell, there was a knock on the door.

"Chief Gong Qing! Miss Song! I know you are inside! Please come out and accept our interview!"

"Excuse me, what do you guys think, even risking the world to register your marriage?"

"This is not just a question of immorality, it is already a crime, do you know?"

"Have you been together since you were young? How old did you start to taste the forbidden fruit?"

"Master Chief, how does it feel to be under the covers with your sister?"

"Ms. Song, do you feel like going to bed with your brother~~~?"

"..."

The reporters' questions are getting more and more acute, and they are getting more and more insignificant and out of place.

Hearing Gong Qing's forehead blue veins violently, a touch of anger spurted from his eyes!

These bastards, just spying on his gossip, dare to humiliate his woman so much!

Gong Qing rushed past angrily and was about to open the door.

Song Song hurriedly grabbed him: "Brother! Don't go! They deliberately angered you and let you go out. Once you open the door, they will take pictures indiscriminately, and then they will write indiscriminately no matter what you say... Have you forgotten that when they slandered me for plagiarism, they did the same... Brother, we can't be fooled!"

In fact, she has another reason for not saying it.

That is, there are so many reporters outside and so messy. Once the door is opened, those people will definitely not have eyes and squeeze, and Gong Qing is injured, not more than usual, in case he is hit by the reporters’ guns. She will feel distressed for the healing wounds.

Gong Qing paused and looked back at her.

The angry eyes were gentle for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "What do you think should be done?"

Gong Qing seldom solicits opinions from others.

This was the first time that he asked Song Song what he hoped to do.

Song Song pursed his lips in a slight surprise, and suddenly said his thoughts, "Brother, why don't we just be here. The door of the intensive care unit is strong. They can't open it. If they hit it for a while, they will be bored." No response, sooner or later they will have to retreat."

Although this method is a bit... stupid, it wins in safety. After Song Song finished speaking, he blinked and looked at Gong Qing, hoping that he could adopt the suggestion.

"So, you want Lao Tzu to be a tortoise? Sit and wait?" Gong Qing looked back at her with a smile.

Song Song choked, moved his eyes away uncomfortably, and coughed twice in embarrassment: "That...in fact, you can walk...I just heard the adjutant road say that this room has a back door, which seems to be in the bathroom leading to In the stairwell, we can also leave from there, avoiding the eyes of the reporters..."

Doesn't it mean that big people like it, let subordinates prepare two sets of AB plans for everything.

She racked her brains and thought of two ways to deal with it, shouldn't her brother always choose one?

The one who was just waiting to be killed was a little stupid, did this golden toad get out of his shell and escape for good luck?

Song Song looked forward to looking back.

Unexpectedly, Gong Qing sneered and immediately rejected: "I don't do anything sneaky!"