Chapter 268: Miserable oriental girl

Let her be exposed, this is obviously not the right choice.
After coming back, facing so many reporters who lined up to interview, An Ge'er expressed her head seriously.
Simply released a press conference.
The simple narrative means that it is not as exaggerated as the passengers said. When it comes to this, she just jokingly said that in a critical moment, calming down is the most important thing. Faced with scorching questions from more reporters, An Ge'er said sincerely that she was also the victim in this incident, and she suffered physical and mental damage. She just thought that this incident would pass soon, and she didn’t want to be mentioned repeatedly. Hurt her.
She is just an ordinary person, and she has never thought about wearing a high hat. I hope this will stop here and will not be interviewed about this matter in the future.
Some reporters thought she would take the opportunity to wear this top hat, but they didn't expect that they hadn't thought about it at all, but they also followed her idea. After all, she saved so many people, even the Ministry of Aviation personally commended it!
Of course they all write well!
At the same time, An Ge’er’s press conference broke out on the Internet at the same time. In the room of a huge cruise ship in a sea area of ​​Somalia, the lamplight glowing with soft yellow light was colorful and luxurious, projected in this European-style room. .
The room is full of luxury, but all this is not the point.
A laptop computer is placed on the table, and this press conference is playing on it. A pair of ghostly green eyes are glowing with wisps of chill and bloodthirsty, and they stare at the camera under the screen. Teenage girl.
An oriental girl with white porcelain skin, black hair that reaches her waist like seaweed, beautiful peach eyes, Moyu's pupils are flowing, her facial features are exquisite and pure. From TV, she is as beautiful as an angel.
And that girl was not someone else, it was An Ge'er who was holding a press conference.
The man looked at her, his eyes flashed with extreme cold bloodthirsty, and he licked the corner of his bright red mouth.
At the same time, the next one is hard--!
"what--!"
A delicate voice suddenly screamed sternly.
When the picture returned to the room, I saw an oriental girl hanging in this luxurious European-style room. The girl was tender, precise, and her body was white and green, with red marks all over it. It was newly beaten up, and after a whip fell, there was a bright red mark on the delicate skin, but for a moment, blood streaks appeared from the mark.
That body is clearly not fully developed.
But she was only thirteen or fourteen years old. She was hung in the air at this time, crying. The heart-piercing pain made her curl up with her fingers and struggled in the air several times.
Obviously, this scene did not make the man pity, but when he saw the bloodshot flowing out, he was even more excited, but it was a bit frightening that as long as he heard the voice of An Ge'er from the screen, he was in the air. The dangling girl gave a whip.
"Dangdang—!"
There was a knock on the door, and then two people came in.
One of them is a woman, with a very attractive look.
She is tall, with indifference all over her body, purple gradual long hair, and white face that is beautiful but with a cold breath, she is an absolute goddess of high coldness.
As soon as she came in, she faced a scene in the room, just swept lightly, and there was no slight fluctuation in her eyes