"No, I'm telling the truth. Could it be that there is no poison in this drink? Then...Miss Nalan, drink it up, okay?" An Wen smiled at Nalan Qing and said.
The faces of the eavesdropping guests changed a little when they heard this. They are all from the upper class, and they also know the cruel methods of some so-called celebrities.
It's just that Nalan Qing doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do such a thing.
Nalan Qing's face immediately turned dark when she heard An Wen's words, her tone became a little colder, and she said, "I don't like to drink this kind of drink."
An Wen commented: "It's quite interesting to see the black faces of famous ladies in the Imperial City."
The smile on Nalan Qing's face could not hold anymore, she said: "Miss An, I paid a lot of money to invite you here to let you perform, not to let you enjoy here, come backstage with me."
Nalan Qing's words were already serious words in her daily image, and everyone couldn't help but look at An Wen.
Those who invited to perform regarded themselves as guests, no wonder they angered Nalan Qing.
The female guests who didn't know An Wen's identity had already started talking about An Wen's vanity.
"Actors are playing tricks!"
"Thinking good-looking is a high status, but it's something we use for fun."
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They originally wanted to say these words to An Wen, so they said them very loudly, for fear that An Wen would not hear them.
An Wen didn't say anything, Zhong Huai spoke first.
"What's the dog's name? Whose dog was released without a tie?"
Shen Donghuai responded immediately: "Who knows, if you bring a dog on such an occasion, what should you do if you defecate everywhere?"
Those female guests were so angry that Zhong Huai and Shen Donghuai couldn't afford to offend them, so they could only vent their anger on An Wen, looking at An Wen with disgust.
Nalan Qing immediately struck while the iron was hot and said, "Miss An, don't you want to go backstage?"
"Go, why don't you go." An Wen smiled.
She smiled beautifully, like a pure white lotus, very harmless.
Shen Donghuai pulled her and refused to let her go, saying: "She must have no good intentions."
The men at the scene were all staring at Shen Donghuai's hand, wishing they could attack his hand with their eyes.
"I'm here to perform, it's okay." An Wen patted Shen Donghuai's hand to comfort him.
Only then did Shen Donghuai let go of her hand, but Zhong Huai and the others held her hand almost at the same time.
Girl goose, please take pictures, any place will do! Be as gentle as patting Shen Donghuai.
The men around stared at their hands, thinking: It's too immoral, although I really want to pull it.
An Wen left them speechless, and followed Nalan Qing to the backstage.
Shen Donghuai looked at the back: I am An Wen's real husband.
As a result, Zhong Huai and the others accidentally stepped on their feet and slapped them in the face...
An Wen followed Nalan Qing all the way to the back house.
"Miss Nalan, is it so far backstage?" An Wen asked.
"I prepared a skirt for you, you can wear this when you perform." Nalan Qing said, pushing open the door in front of her and walking in.
An Wen followed and walked in. Just as she entered, a wooden stick fell from the top of her head. An Wen raised one foot and kicked the wooden stick away.
The wooden stick flew out of his hand, and the man standing at the door was stunned for a second, then quickly closed and locked the door.
Soon many strong men appeared from all directions, and a man in a suit walked towards Nalan Qing and said respectfully, "Miss, I'm ready."
Two men carried the camera to the side, and An Wen found that all the men around looked at her with disgusting eyes.