Chapter 737: Not a girlfriend, but a fiancee

Chapter 737 Not a girlfriend, but a fiancee

Huo Yichen knew the location of Murong Qiao's award ceremony. After the other party told about the itinerary yesterday, he asked about the time and place in detail, including a series of arrangements.

At that time, Murong Qiao was asked some things that he could not remember, so he finally simply sent Huo Yichen a copy of the itinerary sent to him by the envoy.

Seeing that the last twilight at dusk also disappeared after the sun left.

Huo Yichen glanced at the time and realized that the awards ceremony was not over yet, so he simply slowed down the car, saw a flower shop by the side of the road, so he stopped and walked in.

"Hello, what flowers do you want?" The florist is a young girl with a little freckles on her face.

When seeing Huo Yichen enter his shop, the owner of the florist's eyes almost fell on him, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

The flower shop inevitably meets all kinds of boys, among whom there are not a few who are handsome and handsome.

But it was the first time she saw a handsome and gentle type like Huo Yichen, her heart couldn't stop beating, and her tone was full of panic.

Huo Yichen said bluntly. "Just a bouquet of white roses."

"Okay." The florist instinctively agreed.

But during the process of packing the bouquet, the owner of the florist looked at Huo Yichen inattentively, and his hands were only moving mechanically.

"Well, do you have a girlfriend?"

When the white rose was wrapped, the florist couldn't help asking one more question while taking advantage of the gesture of handing it to the other party.

Huo Yichen politely reached out to take the bouquet of flowers, then paid the money and nodded.

"Not a girlfriend, but a fiancee." He shook the ring on his ring finger.

Thinking of Murong Qiao, Huo Yichen couldn't help but soften his cold expression.

Like a glacier in spring, it turns into a clear and flowing stream, and the branches covered with snow also bloom with flower buds, exuding amazing tenderness.

Such Huo Yichen couldn't help but make the flower shop owner a little stunned.

Hearing the other party's answer, she felt lost at first, and then a sense of taking it for granted emerged.

It would be strange if such an outstanding person does not have a girlfriend.

Looking at the back of Huo Yichen walking out of the shop with flowers and disappearing, the florist still can't forget the tender look that the other party mentioned just now about the person he likes.

That is the tenderness that belongs to only one person.

The night is getting darker, and the stars and the moon are hanging high above the head, blooming a cool and soft brilliance.

The street lights on both sides of the road also started to work, sending out guiding light to pedestrians at intervals.

Seeing that the awards ceremony was finally coming to an end, Murong Qiao greeted Xu Xiuzhu and Shi Yang, and then walked directly outside the arena.

At this moment, the award presentation has not really ended, and there are a lot of reporters around outside. Murong Qiao simply walked towards the underground parking lot and planned to leave, but when he got down in the elevator, before he could move forward, a hand stretched out from the side He grabbed her arm first.

"Hmm—" Murong Qiao was about to open his mouth to shout.

But as soon as he turned his head and saw Huo Yichen who suddenly appeared in front of him, the cry was swallowed back into his stomach.

She rubbed her chest to suppress her shock, "You startled me, I thought those reporters had come here."

The penetration of the reporters and paparazzi in the entertainment industry is terrifying. Even for this awards ceremony, Murong Qiao did not dare to take it lightly because of the strict security work.

"Thinking of coming to pick you up." Huo Yichen frowned seeing her somewhat thin and exposed shoulders.

"Let's go, get in the car first."

The underground parking lot was already cold. Murong Qiao couldn't help shivering with her shoulders hugging her shoulders the moment she stepped out of the elevator.

Originally planning to go back alone, after Huo Yichen appeared, he was directly dismissed.

Murong Qiao followed the other party, sat in the warm co-pilot, and then was stuffed with a cup of warm oat milk.

"Drink this first, to warm your stomach." After Huo Yichen stuffed the oat milk into her hands, he found a thin blanket from nowhere and covered Murong Qiao's legs.

Murong Qiao used his movements to see that the white rose on the back seat was beautiful and pure, and even if one hadn't reached out to touch it, one could already smell the fragrance emanating from it.

She freed a finger to point to the back seat. "Why don't you give me flowers first?"

"Who made someone's stomach growl, I heard it clearly just now." Huo Yichen said.

He really wanted to have some romance, but after hearing the other party's stomach make a faint sound, Huo Yichen guessed that Murong Qiao probably didn't have dinner tonight.

It's a pity that he didn't bring anything to satisfy his hunger, and there was only one cup in the car. Can the oat milk he just bought when he came here be useful?

After saying this, Murong Qiao blushed with embarrassment, and then took a sip of the fragrant oat milk in his hand to cover up.

Taking advantage of the chat, Huo Yichen turned the steering wheel and drove outside according to the prescribed route.

"How about we eat outside tonight?" Murong Qiao suddenly suggested.

Huo Yichen kept moving his hands. "Why, do you despise me?"

His half-joking tone attracted Murong Qiao to wave his hand lightly, but the force on his arm was neither painful nor itchy, on the contrary it seemed to be acting like a baby.

"Talking nonsense." Murong Qiao retorted on the spot.

The food made by Huo Yichen was so delicious that she wanted to swallow it with her tongue. Even if she ate the same dishes, Murong Qiao felt that she could eat them for a long time.

Just thinking that the other party has been exhausted in the company for a while, and Murong Qiao will feel a little distressed if he is still responsible for cooking after returning home.

Huo Yichen naturally knew that she didn't mean that. "If you want to eat, it's up to you. It just so happens that the restaurant you liked before also has new dishes."

After he finished speaking, he immediately freed one hand to change the navigation and reset the location. At the same time, he sent a message to Ye Zhen, asking him to communicate with the restaurant in advance.

Murong Qiao, who was suffocated at the award ceremony just now, took advantage of the time when he was finally free this time, and took out his mobile phone to see if anyone had sent him a message.

The mobile phone was turned to silent when entering the infield, but after taking it out until now, as soon as the screen was unlocked, Murong Qiao saw a lot of messages popping up, and the number directly changed to 99+.

Among them, Huo Yichen and An Nuo had the most, followed by Shen Xiruan Ying and several older brothers.

Murong Qiao clicked in one by one to take a look, and saw that An Nuo seemed to have mentioned the award presentation he was going to do next.

【If it wasn't for filming, maybe I would be able to go with you this time as well. 】The last message from An Nuo is a bit regretful.

Originally, the two of them didn’t see each other often after they moved, let alone communicate frequently.

The two who are busy with each other's work are no different than the Cowherd and Weaver Girl who get together once a year.

An Nuo, who is usually busy for two or three months after filming a scene, has completely deviated from his schedule with Murong Qiao, who has to run around from time to time. It is estimated that he just met two days ago. An Nuo still feels a little bit reluctant.

Murong Qiao typed back to her, 【Is it because you still have me in your heart? 】

Although no name was mentioned, if An Nuo saw the news, he knew that Murong Qiao was talking about Murong Chen.

The incident that Murong Qiao met her eldest brother at the door before made her tease An Nuo several times.