The poor little phoenix I picked up turned out to be the big boss behind it

"Who are you? Jun Qidu hasn't spoken yet. What can you do as a bodyguard?"

The man looked at Sang Wu with disdain in his eyes, and moved his camera to the side, trying to capture Jun Qi.

Hearing what the man said to Sang Wu, Jun Qi frowned. Just as he was about to speak, the fans who were squeezed behind by the man had already begun to find a place for their rightful owner.

"Oh, I have the nerve to ask who he is. This handsome guy is the bodyguard hired by Brother Qi after all. Who are you? Which media company is there? They are quick to deal with you when they come up. It's good that they didn't beat you out."

"Brother Qi is so kind-hearted. You almost hit Brother Qi's face with that loudspeaker just now. Do you know the quality of a Grand Slam Best Actor? Do you know how expensive that face is?"

"Don't be jealous of your parents' good looks. I think you just said that their bodyguards are also because they are tall and handsome. You are just as tall as a little pickle, standing on tiptoes at a dead angle, and you can't stop taking pictures. It’s hilarious.”

"You, you..."

The man was speechless by the fans and his hand holding the loudspeaker was shaking.

Sang Wu still stood straight in front of Jun Qi, his arms hanging in the air to protect Jun Qi's waist. When he caught a glimpse of the man's ugly face, he couldn't help but sigh at the fighting power of his brother's fans.

And the clown in front of me, if there weren't so many people in a public place, would it be his turn to dance?

"Uncle, please follow the formal interview procedures and don't be sneaky and waste everyone's time at the airport."

The clear boy's voice carried a warning tone, causing the fans around him who could hear his voice to scream inwardly.

"That's right, let's go, let's go."

"Don't be an eyesore here."

……

When Sang Wu said this, many people remembered that they had to go to the West Square to pick up postcards and deliver letters later. What was the point of wasting time on this idiot, and they quickly urged him to leave.

"Okay, don't regret it."

The man held the phone until it turned white. Jun Qi, right? See if he doesn’t post today’s incident online, act like a celebrity and don’t answer questions, and let fans talk bad things to the media. He wants to see what an actor can do. What should he do.

"Ha..." Sang Wu couldn't help but sneered. The man heard it, but he couldn't do anything to him now. He could only suppress the anger in his heart and push away the fans who were blocking his way.

"Go away."

"Hey, what are you doing..."

"Crazy."

Some girls were relatively thin and had no time to take precautions, so they were pushed backwards. Brother Huang, who was standing on the left of Sang Wu, quickly went up to help him. If there was a problem with Brother Qi's fans at the airport, it would be a big deal. .

Sang Wu looked at the man and realized that he was using too much force, but he still didn't restrain himself at all and wanted to continue pushing people. It was obvious that he wanted to vent his anger on these fans.

He took two steps forward, grabbed the man's stretched out wrist, and secretly exerted force.

"ill?"

"Let me go, why should you catch me?"

Sang Wu's hand was strong enough to crush the man's arm, leaving him unable to move and his face turning red and white.

"He's catching a mad dog."

His tone did not fluctuate at all, as if he was stating the facts, and his crisp movements were also recorded by fans on camera.

"You let me go."

The man became angry and swung the loudspeaker at Sang Wu.

The amplifier is like a smaller version of a microphone, with a wire connected to one end. Although it is small, it still has weight, not to mention that it is directly connected to the head.

"what-"

Some fans were so frightened that they screamed and did not dare to look any further. Jun Qi was shocked when he saw the man's movements and directly reached out to block Sang Wu.