"Stop!" Luo Xichen took a step forward and chased after him. Within a few seconds, he caught the paparazzi.
He was agile and struck quickly, knocking down several paparazzi with three strikes, punching each one, and making them hug their stomachs on the ground and scream in pain.
"Xichen——" Su Wanqing ran after him and grabbed his sleeve, "Stop fighting."
Luo Xichen glanced at the three paparazzi indifferently, then pulled the camera from their chests, pulled out the film, and threw the camera to the ground.
"Please, don't-" Cameras are the essence of their work.
Luo Xichen took out a business card from one of the people's suit pockets, with the words "Feixing Star Magazine" printed on it.
"Go back and tell your boss that if he still wants the magazine to continue operating, he should tone down his behavior." As he said this, he threw his business card in the face of one of them.
Su Wanqing and Luo Xichen got back into the car and drove towards the real estate company.
After driving less than one street, I found that there were no less than three cars following me, two of which were off-road vehicles with excellent performance specially designed for paparazzi.
"Sit tight!" Luo Xichen stepped on the accelerator, speeding up all the way, gliding briskly on the road like a fish.
The paparazzi SUVs behind them were like maggots on their tarsus, speeding up and stalking them. Some bold paparazzi even stuck their heads out of the car windows, pointed their cameras at Luo Xichen's black Bugatti Veyron, and took photos all the way.
"These guys are disgusting." Luo Xichen looked unhappy.
Su Wanqing had already begun to get motion sickness, her stomach began to churn, and the feeling of vomiting gradually accumulated, reaching an unbearable level.
"Xichen...slow down...I get carsick..." Su Wanqing covered her stomach and gradually bent down.
Luo Xichen controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and took out the usual motion sickness medicine from the small drawer with the other hand, letting her hold it in her mouth.
"I'm sorry, Wan Qing, please bear with me a little longer. I'm chasing you too hard. Five minutes, just five minutes." As he said that, the steering wheel turned sharply, flicked, and unexpectedly turned to another road that was rarely visited by people.
Suburban streets.
The paparazzi who were following closely behind, because the performance of the car could not keep up, when they were drifting, they were intercepted by two oncoming trucks loaded with cargo, and were blocked at the intersection.
All of a sudden, the car horns honked and the traffic was blocked instantly. The traffic police rushed over and were busy clearing the way.
Luo Xichen saw the scene 800 meters away along the rearview mirror, with a dazzling smile on his lips, he slowed down slightly, turned around, and drove around a street towards the company.
The moment she got off the car, Su Wanqing's steps were sloppy, her stomach was filled with butterflies, and a sour smell welled up in her stomach.
She hurriedly took off the mask, and with a "wow" sound, she vomited in the corner under the company building.
"Wan Qing!" Luo Xichen exclaimed, holding her shoulders and helping her wipe the corners of her mouth.
She vomited all the food and even vomited a lot of stomach acid. Su Wanqing felt exhausted and dizzy.
Her face was frighteningly white, and she was about to fall to the ground. Luo Xichen hugged her tightly, put her in his arms, and picked her up.
He just held her in his arms and stepped into the company building step by step.
Concern leads to chaos, Luo Xichen didn't even notice the paparazzi who had been lurking downstairs of his company for a long time.
After the paparazzi took the photo, she made a phone call in great surprise: "Sister Tang, what you said is indeed correct. Su Wanqing is indeed waiting for you downstairs at Luo Xichen Company!"