The man who suddenly appeared in front of him suddenly made the reporters excited as if he was injected with chicken blood.

Hosran. That was Hosran!!

As the camera shot sounded, Hosran firmly hugged the trembling body of the person in his arms, and buried her head tightly in his arms with her big palm. She was trembling, and she was still in shock.

The bloodthirsty light in Huo Siran's eyes pressed down with a murderous light, hitting her flickering eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Is there anything wrong? Da?"

Lin Yitong: “…”

Before she could speak, he sneered. It was clear that the torn collar and the dark kiss marks were clearly exposed to his eyes. Who pulled this?

The big palm gently patted her back twice, embracing her tightly tighter, covering her arms and heart, slowly taking a breath of the ice-to-ultimate air conditioner. Before she could speak, the rushing inquiry sounded overwhelmingly-

"Chief Huo, are you the Chief Huo? This morning someone revealed that you were outsourcing and raising a love wife. Is it her? Is this the only one?"

"Do you admit that she is the legendary mistress who destroys a military-married family? Is this kind of person qualified to be a doctor?"

The questioning was endless, but Huo Siran's mind was buzzing and he could not hear anything. He tightly fastened the collar of the person in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her deeply on her lips, let go of her protection behind her, and his cold eyes swept across everyone with a strong and harsh murderous aura. Under the camera that everyone was concerned about, under the light, a cold sneer was raised-

"Who pulled her clothes just now?"

The angrily questioning sound was so thin, but it made people shudder the whole audience's voice.

Some of them were still asking upwards. The male photographer who had just touched her face turned pale, lowered her head in fear to hide. The moment she left the crowd, she was pulled tightly by a cold word like ice and stood there!

--"you?"

As sensitive as Hosran, he instantly found the back in the crowd.

"No..." the male photographer defended, his wrist, which was almost dragged and dislocated, had a severe pain. "I...I didn't pull her..."

"Who is that?" Hosran's sneer was as calm as the wind, but aggressive.

The tiny man noticed that the reporter was interested in clenching his sleeves at the close-up of his side and the two of them, and couldn't help but clench his sleeves: "Hosran..."

This situation is too dangerous, can he stop?

"I..." The male photographer was choked and sneered in a hurry under the attention of everyone, "What's wrong with me? Is it still a goddess to be a bitch and mistress..."

"Bang!!" A loud bang exploded in the corridor of the ward. The violent and chaotic scene spread along with the screams of the female reporters. It was Huo Siran's steel-like iron fist, which slammed hard on the side of the male photographer with a fierce force! The camera was smashed out when the machine fell out, and the male photographer was hit directly by the huge impact and hit the wall behind him. He knelt on his knees and got up. The severe pain like a cracked bone made him tremble and moan. Half of his teeth mixed with sticky blood immediately dripped down.

Lin Yitong was also scared and screamed. She hadn't seen Hosran really got angry for too long. She didn't expect that it would be such a bloody and violent scene!

"Tell me what she is?" Huo Siran's eyes were bloodshot like a wild beast. He moved his fingers that had just hit the bone, which were a little chrome-pained on his bones. He walked up and pulled the male photographer up by the collar, "What is she..."

The male photographer's face was so ferocious that he couldn't even speak. The reporters rushed forward, either risking his life to capture the camera or even coming forward to scold him as a soldier who was not as good as a beast to attack the people.

Only the doctors and nurses who were greeted by hearing the sound were persuading the fight. This way of playing would definitely kill people in front of the camera!

The tiny man could no longer bear it, rushed forward with red eyes, circled his arms tightly, and shouted: "Hosran, you're enough!!"

Didn’t he know that almost all the famous media in Kyoto were filming, would he be seen in the whole country?!!

The soft feeling and shouting on his arms made Hosran dare not act rashly anymore. He held his hand tightly but threw it on the ground, shocking a group of reporters!!

"Do you want to know the truth?" he sneered and said lightly, "The truth is my Hosran's woman. No one can tolerate anyone who slanders her badly. Otherwise, if one day she clears this matter and I'm here, guess whether the consequences will be as simple as being hit by a punch?"

The reporters were so shocked by this powerful deterrence that they didn't even dare to say a word. The lessons from the past were bloody lessons. Only the brave female reporter dared to raise the microphone tremble again and asked: "Then Chief Huo, are you admitting that this woman named Lin Yitong is the mistress you maintained and the mistress of your marriage and family?"

Hosran's cold eyes raised

He smiled faintly with a straight figure who was used to military uniforms.

"Whose marriage I have? I have had it in my life, and I can only have one wife. Did you see it with your eyes? She is holding my hand."

Lin Yitong was shocked when she heard this. Her pale little face drooped. She found that in order to prevent him from hurting others impulsively, she wrapped her small hands in his clenched fist and refused to let go. After he said this, she quickly let go of her hand and looked at him incredibly.

——Hosran today is crazy?!!!

……………………

The congested reporters are still blocking the door.

Lin Yitong sat in the position and found that her hands were broken, there was a bruise on the forehead, and the collar was off-lined, and the originally tight lines became loose.

She lowered her eyes and her little hands trembled to support her forehead.

As soon as the door opened suddenly, she subconsciously raised her head and found that it was Hosran. Five of his ink coat buttons fell off. Her clear eyes were soft at the beginning, but suddenly their eyes turned red, and even the words that blurted out were like that.

"Do you have any problems? The reporters at the door are reporters who can say the black ones to white ones and the dead ones to live ones! Hosran, you hit people in front of them?!!"

Does he know how bad the impact will be? The phone he placed on the table was almost mad. She didn't have to watch it online, and she could know what the photos and even videos just now had been spreading in Kyoto and even the whole country!

Hosran closed the door with a "slam". His face was so cold that he stared at her. He walked to her and bent down, held her face up, and saw the bruise on her forehead.

"Where else?" he asked coldly.

"..." She suddenly widened her eyes, wondering what this man was concerned about! "Did you hear what I was saying? Who is going to be like this..."

"Does it hurt?" Hosran interrupted her on his own.

She was so angry that she used her throat sorely: "Hosran!!!"

"I'm here!" His eyes suddenly became serious, as hot as rushing magma, and he avoided it several times. He could really answer her question head-on, "No, can you not be in front of anyone? I want to fight, so I must fight. If I encounter someone like this next time I dare to attack you, the outcome will only be heavier and more miserable than today. You can take a look!!!"

The powerful and intimidating aura made Lin Yitong unable to even speak, as if the man's decision had been strong enough. No matter what she said, she could not change it at all.

"It's just because you are worried about me that you want to advise me not to do this!" His rough fingertips rubbed her little face. He guessed with confidence and immediately reached her heart through his eyes!

Her eyes suddenly became panicked, and she struggled hard before she broke free from Hosran's hand, holding the table and letting the seat take two steps back, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and her eyes flashed to the point of the moment she was not sure about his face!

"You don't need to guess," she said tremblingly, "I just think about how bad the social impact of such an incident in front of the court is on you and me!"

Hosran slowly approached her, spreading her arms to her sides: "So you're not worried?"

"No." She flatly denied.

He smiled bitterly and stroked her face: "If you really say so heartlessly, I will not dare to be so sure, but Tongtong - don't be discovered that you still have a little love for me, otherwise even if I try my best to do my life, I will have to say it out and not let it go."

Her eyes were full of desolation and she sneered, remembering the words of the reporter just now saying that she was a mistress: "I can't afford to love a married man like you in my life, so can you leave first and let go?"
Chapter completed!