Daddy, Delivery of Mommy Has Arrived!

Zheng Siyuan saw her look tired, cold sweat on her face, frowning, and just stepping forward, Xia Xing shook her head and fell towards him, Zheng Siyuan hurriedly reached out and hugged her.

"How are you?"

Xing Xing was soft, and fell into his arms, weakly unable to speak.

At this moment, the door of the room slammed and was pushed open from the outside, and a group of people poured in from the outside.

Holding the camera, a flash of flash shot frantically at the two of them.

"Miss Xia, why are you here with Mr. Zheng?"

"Miss Xia, are you and Zheng always a boyfriend friend?"

"Ms. Xia, some people say that you were hid by the company before, and you were able to come back recently because you were raised by Mr. Zheng. How do you respond?"

...

The microphones in the reporters' hands almost pierced Xia Xing's face, and all the messy questions were thrown at her one by one.

With chaotic and noisy sounds, flashing lights kept flashing, Xia Xing's already painful head hurt even more, her eyes turned black, weakly leaning against Zheng Siyuan's arms.

She wanted to open her mouth and tell them to stop taking pictures, but there was no sound in her mouth.

"Don't shoot." Zheng Siyuan guarded Xia Xing, frowning and scolded at a group of reporters next to him.

Where the reporters were willing to listen, they still rushed to shoot Xia Xing non-stop.

"Miss Xia, would you please respond?"

"Ms. Xia, if you didn't answer, you just acquiesced in being taken care of by Mr. Zheng?"

...

The two of them, Zheng Siyuan was wrapped in a bath towel, and Xia Xing was hugged in his arms at the moment, and the relationship was obvious.

"Fuck me all." Zheng Siyuan couldn't bear it, and said angrily.

Zheng Siyuan has always had a good reputation in the city, and his temperament is also very gentle. He suddenly lost his temper. The media finally didn't dare to mess up again, and all retired angrily.

"Tian Xing, Tian Xing, are you okay?" Zheng Siyuan shook Xia Xing anxiously and asked.

Xia Xing's only remaining consciousness supported her, exhausted all of her strength, opened her mouth and whispered two words, "Media."

"I know, I let people deal with it immediately." Zheng Siyuan replied.

After hearing this, Xing Xing leaned softly in Zheng Siyuan's arms, completely losing consciousness.

Zheng Siyuan picked her up and put her on the bed, then took out the phone and immediately called his secretary.

Let her try to deal with all the photos taken by the media just now.

In fact, it's just a matter of money, as long as you give money, everything is easy to say.

After giving instructions to the secretary, Zheng Siyuan glanced at Xia Xing who was already asleep on the bed.

After thinking about it a little bit, although I don't know where the media got the news, but to be on the safe side, it is better to take Xia Xing out of here first.

He wiped his body clean with a bath towel, put on his clothes again, went up to the bed and picked up Xia Xing, went straight downstairs and went out, put the person in the car, and then called the private doctor.

When he brought Xia Xing home, the private doctor arrived just in time.

Zheng Siyuan held Xia Xing upstairs and put it on the bed, "She said she has a headache, you can check it."

Doctor Jiang replied, stepped forward to the bed, and probably checked her.

"It's no big problem. She should just be too tired to have a headache. But after all, this is at home, there is no specific equipment, there are many examinations that can't be done. If Mr. Zheng is not at ease, you can take her to the hospital for an examination. "