Chapter 1082

She pushed open the glass door and there was a covered corridor on top of her head, but the rain still drifted into the terrace with the wind. She went over and patted each other on the shoulder: "what's the matter with you?"

The man turned back, by the dim light, Wenqiao saw that the man was he xihuai.

Wenqiao Leng for a moment, because he xihuai's expression, unexpectedly some helpless, the corner of his eye seems to be still pan Guang.

Are those tears?

She is a little confused, he xihuai how can appear such an expression?

Although her brain is a little disordered, her steps have gone out. Since it is he xihuai, there is no need for her to release sympathy in disorder. Talents like he xihuai do not need.

Just as she was about to leave, her hand was caught: "don't go, sister."

Wenjo's brain is buzzing. What sister?

He xihuai, her brother-in-law and Fu Nanli are 30 years old. It's not appropriate to call her sister-in-law of 22?

What's wrong with him?

What kind of plot are you playing?

She wanted to break free of his hand: "he xihuai, let go."

He xihuai is very tight, almost crush her bones, Wen Qiao fire: "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 released her hand and drew back to the corner of the wall: "don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm obedient, I'm obedient."

Wenqiao frowned. What kind of playwright?

What's up?

She glanced at he xihuai and went straight into the banquet hall. The glass door closed, blocking the sound of rain outside. She looked back, he xihuai seemed to be immersed in it, curled up in the corner, shivering.

She was puzzled, but he xihuai was so cunning that she had to keep an eye on him.

In the next celebration party, Wenqiao was also surrounded by a group of Wu Yangyang. Many producers and directors made a reservation with her about the schedule of her artists. Lu youyou didn't know where she had been dragged by Dong Yao. Fang duo, a little flower maniac, was surrounded by song Yuchen, and Zhou taomianqiang was the only one to help her share some.

Although Wenqiao was in the hall, his eyes were always on the dim corridor. On the terrace at the end of the corridor, was he xihuai still there?

"What's the matter with you?"

A thunder fell, Zhou Tao asked Wenqiao, but Wenqiao was scared, "nothing."

"I see you are absent-minded. Are you worried about Fu Shao? Then you go back to accompany him. We are here. "

Wenjo frowned. "Come with me for a second."

With that, he dragged Zhou Tao's hand and went to the terrace at the end of the corridor. The dim crystal light came into the corridor and disappeared, leaving only the sound of rain.

"What's the matter, JOJO?"

When she came to the terrace, Wen Qiao looked around and found that the terrace had been empty for a long time, and there was no figure of he xihuai. She stood there with a look of melancholy. She felt that she had just met the strange he xihuai. It was a dream that she had imagined out of thin air.

Wenjo: it's OK. It's OK

At the end of the celebration party, song an took Wenqiao to the car with a big black umbrella. She seemed to see he xihuai. Teresa, his female assistant, took him to the car with her umbrella. It was not far away. It seemed that he xihuai's clothes were wet. He could barely see a side face. It was colder than before. The whole body was full of cold air.

Wenqiao got into the car and shook his head, so he xihuai was on the terrace at that time. What did he want to do?

Fortunately, she was not fooled and left soon.