She pushed open the glass door and saw a covered corridor above her head, but the rain still drifted into the terrace with the wind. She walked over and gently patted the other person's shoulder: "What's wrong with you?"
The man turned around, and in the dim light, Wen Qiao saw that the man was He Xihuai.
Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment, because He Xihuai's expression actually seemed a little helpless, and there seemed to be a light in the corners of his eyes.
Are those tears
She was a little confused. Why did He Xihuai have such an expression
Although her mind was a little confused, she had already walked out. Since it was He Xihuai, there was no need for her to show sympathy to him. People like He Xihuai did not need it.
Just as she was about to leave, her hand was grabbed: "Sister, don't go."
Wen Qiao’s mind buzzed. What sister
He Xihuai is about the same age as her uncle and Fu Nanli, all thirty years old. Isn't it inappropriate to call her, who is twenty-two, "sister"
What's wrong with him
What scheme is this
She wanted to break free from his hand: "He Xihuai, let go."
He Xihuai held her tightly, almost crushing her bones. Wen Qiao got angry: "Don't let me use violence against you."
He Xihuai seemed to be greatly frightened when he heard the word violence. He immediately let go of her hand and shrank back to the corner: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'll be obedient, I'll be obedient."
Wen Qiao frowned. What kind of acting skill is this
What are you doing
She glanced at He Xihuai and went straight into the banquet hall. She closed the glass door, blocking out the sound of rain outside. She looked back and saw He Xihuai seemed to be immersed in it, curled up in the corner, shivering.
She couldn't figure it out, but He Xihuai was very cunning, so she had to be careful.
At the following celebration banquet, Wen Qiao was surrounded by a huge group of people and felt suffocated. Many producers and directors booked schedules for their artists with her. Lu Youyou was dragged to where by Dong Yao, and the little lovelorn Fang Duo surrounded Song Yuchen the whole time. Only Zhou Tao reluctantly helped her share some of the burden.
Although Wen Qiao was in the hall, his eyes were always glancing towards the dimly lit corridor. On the terrace at the end of the corridor, was He Xihuai still there
"What’s wrong with you?"
There was a thunderclap, Zhou Tao asked Wen Qiao, which actually scared Wen Qiao, "Nothing."
"I see you look absent-minded, are you worried about Mr. Fu? Then you should go back and accompany him first, we are here."
Wen Qiao frowned: "Come with me."
After saying that, he dragged Zhou Tao's hand and walked towards the terrace at the end of the corridor. The dim light of the crystal chandelier disappeared as they entered the corridor, leaving only the sound of rain.
"What's wrong, Qiao Qiao?"
When Wen Qiao walked to the terrace, she looked around and found that it was already empty. There was no sign of He Xihuai. She stood there with a melancholy look on her face. She felt that the encounter with the strange He Xihuai just now was just a dream, a figment of her imagination.
Wen Qiao: "It's okay, it's okay."
When the celebration banquet was over, Song An held a large black umbrella and helped Wen Qiao to the car. When she passed the umbrella, she seemed to see He Xihuai. His female assistant Theresa held an umbrella and helped him to the car. Not far away, it seemed that He Xihuai's clothes were all wet. She could barely see his profile. He looked colder than before, and his whole body exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.
Wen Qiao got into the car and shook his head. So what was He Xihuai trying to do on the terrace at that time
Fortunately, she didn't fall for it and left quickly.
(End of this chapter)