Can you meet acquaintances at this time
Qiao Yimo's eyebrows jumped eagerly, his head turned slightly, and the woman's face could be seen clearly by the yellow light.
Some are familiar, but can't remember for a while.
Staring at her face for a while, until the sweat on the woman's forehead was cold, she asked suspiciously, "Are you... Teacher Lin Xinglin?"
"Heh, it turns out that it's your fan?" The smile of the man next to him grew stronger, and the expression on the public's face was completely unconcealed. He touched his chin and stared at Qiao Yimo's thin body like a wolf. "It seems that you are also coming out alone. How about giving you a chance to get in touch with idols. This young master will not treat you badly."
Qiao Yimo, "..."
Does this man have a 3-p hobby? It turned out to be more perverted than Lu Ziyan.
Lin Xing's entire face turned pale, and he glanced at Qiao Yimo in horror, and then quickly grabbed the man's arm, "What are you going to do tomorrow morning, she is not my fan, she is also an artist."
This man has a wife. If Qiao Yimo tells what happened just now, everything she has now will be ruined.
"Artist?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Qiao Yimo again. The smile on the corners of his lips was even more wicked, but with that ordinary face, it was not handsome at all and it was a bit wretched.
"It seems that he is also a small artist of the 18th line, so it would be easier to come over and wait on my young master, a lot of opportunities are waiting for you."
He couldn't hold his face just by looking at this small face with a big palm.
Lin Xing's face became even more ugly, and he clenched his fingers, thinking of a solution very quickly in his mind.
She must not just let Qiao Yimo leave like this.
Qiao Yimo looked at this man and woman. At first she thought she was a very loving couple. She felt guilty when she was disturbed by herself. Now she only feels nauseous when she looks at it, but her heart is calmer.
Fearing that she would vomit out if she stayed any longer, she said quietly, "Sorry, I disturbed you. I'll go now and you continue."
Lin Xing on the screen is a gentle and intellectual woman. Compared with Tong Anqing and Meiwan, she is more popular with the audience for her low-key and non-hype image.
Although she understood that there was still a bit of hype, she didn't expect the contrast to be so great.
Qiao Yimo is about to turn around
go.
Lin Xing changed his face and hurriedly shouted: "Qiao Yimo, wait."
Qiao Yimo took a meal and glanced back at her. He seemed to think of something and smiled lightly, "Senior Lin, don't worry, I will not see anything tonight."
She can't protect herself now, how can she still have the mind to take care of other people's nosy.
In a simple sentence, Lin Xing's ears were full of ridicule and irony, as well as contempt and contempt.
How could the perfect image she had worked so hard to build up to ruin this woman.
There was a trace of embarrassment on her face. She walked a few steps forward, just about to hold Qiao Yimo's hand to show her good intentions, but was evasively avoided by the other party, and the feeling of humiliation in her heart suddenly increased a bit.
There was a stiff smile on his face, "I didn't mean that, but I just wanted to say that the hotel is too big, and you might get lost when you come out by yourself. I am familiar with this place, so why don't I send you back."
Qiao Yimo felt the gentleness she deliberately disguised, and laughed in her heart, shook her head with a light smile, "No, I know the way, the agent is still waiting for me inside."
The three words "agent" completely changed Lin Xing's expression.
Artists may not want to be troubled yet, but as an agent who knows the turmoil in the entertainment industry is the most terrifying existence. For their own artists, they can use various means to knock down other female artists.
"Xing'er, it's a kind of fate to meet your friends here. Why don't you go to the front to have some supper? I'll treat you, and everyone will get to know it." Never left Qiao Yimo's body for a moment.
Qiao Yimo was very uncomfortable being invaded by his eyes. He twisted his eyebrows and didn't want to keep entangled. He simply said, "This gentleman has misunderstood. I am not friends with Senior Lin. I just went out for a walk and disturbed the two of them. Yaxing, it’s late, I have to go back to sleep too, sorry."
Without seeing the expressions of the two of them, Qiao Yimo wrapped his coat tightly and hurried away.
She didn’t bring her mobile phone out, for fear that Lin Xing and the man would suddenly catch up to threaten her. She felt a bit of fear in her heart. After leaving the pool, she walked even faster, so that she entered the elevator without stopping and plunged into someone’s arms. .
She was taken aback, and then backed out without any use for a second, bowed her head and apologized, "I'm sorry, sorry..."
Together
The man’s cool laugh came from above his head, "Qiao Yimo, what you mean by not going home is to throw your arms at the man here?"
"..."
The woman was startled, she raised her eyes to look at the man, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she squatted, "Fu, Fu..."
Why is he here
While talking, the elevator door to the fourth floor opened and Qiao Yimo glanced at the button next to him.
He also lives on the fourth floor
The man didn't move and didn't appear to be going out. Qiao Yimo was stiff, even more afraid to move. He bit his head and asked, "Are you here to stay alone?"
Although Jinghu Qiuyue is quite far away from Bishuiyunju, he doesn't seem to have just arrived here, why not go back
Or is he not planning to go back tonight
The man stared at her with a slightly flustered look, pursed his lips and smiled lowly, "You can come here to touch porcelain, why can't I come here to be touched?"
Frowning slightly, he stretched out his hand and raised her chin, with a smile, "Look at your face flushed and sweaty. In the middle of the night, did you succeed in touching porcelain?"
Qiao Yimo swallowed, and just as he was about to explain, the elevator door on the opposite side suddenly opened. The two people, a man and a woman, weren't the two people she met by the pool behind.
Her face changed suddenly.
"Yeah, there is still a lack of men. Just now I was pretending to be pure with Ben Shao downstairs, and now I'm hooking up with another one." The man next to Lin Xing walked out and looked at Qiao Yimo with scornful eyes.
Qiao Yimo curled up his fingers, clenched tightly, and glanced up at Fu Sinian's handsome face without expression. His breath was so weak that he seemed to have no intention of making a sound.
Tang Mingchen naturally noticed her patience and anger, glanced at the man next to her, and was startled for a second, the smile on her face deepened, and she continued to say, "Tsk tsk, I really don't have any eyesight to see, a good face is just a lack of roots. Jin, the well-known President Fu beside you has never been a girl. Don't waste your efforts. Let's come to this young man."
Lin Xing, whose face was always ugly next to him, had never seen Fu Sinian, but when he heard Tang Mingchen's words, he frowned subconsciously.
She remembered that Qiao Yimo and Fu Sinian's scandal went viral on the Internet some time ago.
Then the two of them appeared here at the same time, is it a coincidence or...
(End of this chapter)