Chapter 1082： What to pretend

Chapter 1082 What to install

She pushed open the glass door, and there was a covered corridor above her head, but the rain still drifted into this terrace with the wind. She walked over and patted the other person on the shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"

The man turned around, and through the quiet 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 glow.

Are those tears?

She was a little confused, how could He Xihuai have such an expression?

Although the brain is a little messy, her steps are already going out. Since it is He Xihuai, then she doesn't need to release sympathy, and talent like He Xihuai doesn't need it.

She was about to leave when she was grabbed: "Sister, don't go."

Wen Qiao's head buzzed, what sister?

He Xihuai, her brother-in-law and Fu Nanli are both in their thirties. It's not appropriate to call her the 22nd sister, right?

What is he crazy?

What strategy are you playing?

She wanted to get rid of his hand: "He Xihuai, let go."

He Xihuai held her tightly, almost crushing her bones, Wen Qiao became angry: "Don't let me use violence against you."

He Xihuai seemed to be greatly frightened when he heard the word violence, and immediately let go of her hand and retracted to the corner: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm obedient, I'm obedient."

Wen Qiao frowned, what kind of drama?

What are you doing?

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, and He Xihuai seemed to be immersed in it, curled up in the corner, shivering.

She was puzzled, but He Xihuai was so cunning and she had to keep an eye on her.

At the next celebration banquet, Wen Qiao was also choked by a crowd of people. Many producers and directors had booked schedules with her for his artists. Lu Youyou didn't know where Dong Yao had dragged him. , Fang Duo, a little nympho, surrounded Song Yuchen all the way, only Zhou Tao reluctantly helped her share some.

Although Wen Qiao was in the hall, his eyes always looked at the dimly lit aisle. On the terrace at the end of the aisle, was He Xihuai still there?

"what happened to you?"

When the thunder fell, Zhou Tao asked Wen Qiao, but Wen Qiao was taken aback, "Nothing."

"I think you're absent-minded, you are worried about Fu Shao? Then you should go back and accompany him first. We are here."

Wen Qiao frowned: "Come with me."

After speaking, he dragged Zhou Tao's hand and walked to the terrace at the end of the corridor. The dim light of the crystal lamp entered the aisle and disappeared, leaving only the sound of rain.

"What's wrong, Jojo?"

Walking to the terrace, Wen Qiao looked around and found that the terrace was already empty. Without He Xihuai's figure, she stood there with a dazed expression, feeling that she had just met such a strange He Xihuai just now. It was a dream. It was her imagination.

Wen Qiao: "It's okay, it's okay."

When the celebration banquet was over, Song An held a **** umbrella and escorted Wen Qiao into the car, passing the umbrella eaves, she seemed to see He Xihuai, and his female assistant Tereza held the umbrella and drove him into the car Not far away, it seems that He Xihuai's clothes are all wet, and he can barely see a profile face, which is colder than before, and the whole body exudes a cold aura that no one should be near.

Wen Qiao got into the car and shook his head, so what exactly did He Xihuai want to do on the terrace?

Fortunately, she was not fooled and left soon.

(End of this chapter)