Chapter 1082 What Are You Pretending to Be?
She pushed open the glass door, and there was a covered corridor above her head, but the rain still drifted into the terrace with the wind. She walked over and patted the other party's shoulder gently: "What's wrong with you?"
The man turned around, and with the help of Youruo's light, Wen Qiao saw that the man was He Xihuai.
Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment, because He Xihuai's expression was a little helpless, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be shining.
Are those tears?
She was a little confused. Why did He Xihuai have such an expression?
Although her brain was a little confused, she had already moved forward. Since it was He Xihuai, there was no need for her to release her compassion randomly. People like He Xihuai didn't need it.
Just as she was about to leave, her hand was grabbed: "Sister, don't leave."
Wen Qiao's mind was buzzing, what sister?
He Xihuai is about the same age as her brother-in-law and Fu Nanli, and is already thirty. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to call a twenty-two-year-old sister sister?
What's got him so crazy?
What's the plot going on?
She wanted to break free from his hand: "He Xihuai, let go."
However, He Xihuai held her tightly, almost crushing her bones. Wen Qiao became angry: "Don't let me use violence against you."
As soon as he heard the word violence, He Xihuai seemed to be greatly frightened. He immediately let go of her hand and retreated to the corner: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm obedient, I'm obedient."
Wen Qiao frowned, what drama?
What are you doing?
She glanced at He Xihuai and went straight into the banquet hall. The glass door was closed, cutting off the sound of rain outside. She looked back and saw He Xihuai seemed to be immersed in it, huddled in the corner, shivering.
She was puzzled, but He Xihuai was so cunning that she had to be careful.
At the next celebration party, Wen Qiao was also surrounded by a crowd of people and was suffocated. Many producers and directors booked the schedules of her artists with her. Lu Youyou didn't know where she was dragged by Dong Yao. , Fang Duo, a little nymphomaniac, surrounded Song Yuchen the whole time, and only Zhou Tao reluctantly helped her share some of the burden.
Although Wen Qiao was in the hall, his eyes always glanced at 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 sound of thunder, and Zhou Tao asked Wen Qiao, which shocked Wen Qiao, "It's nothing."
"I see that you are distracted. Are you worried about Mr. Fu? Then go back to accompany him first. We are here."
Wen Qiao frowned: "Come here with me."
After saying that, he dragged Zhou Tao's hand and walked to the terrace at the end of the corridor. The dim light of the crystal lamp disappeared after entering the corridor, leaving only the sound of rain.
"What's wrong, Qiaoqiao?"
When she walked to the terrace, Wen Qiao looked around and found that the terrace had long been empty, and there was no trace of He Xihuai. She stood there with a look of sadness, feeling that the strange He Xihuai she just met was a dream. She just imagined it out of thin air.
Wen Qiao: "It's okay, it's okay."
When the celebration banquet was over, Song An held up a big black umbrella to send Wen Qiao to the car. As she passed the umbrella, she seemed to see He Xihuai. His female assistant Theresa was holding an umbrella to send him to the car. , not far away, it seemed that He Xihuai's clothes were all wet, and he could barely see a side face. He was 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 on earth did He Xihuai want to do on the terrace at that time?
Fortunately she wasn't fooled and left quickly.