She pushed open the glass door. There was a cloister above her head, but the rain still drifted into the terrace with the wind. She walked over and gently patted the man's shoulder."What's wrong with you?"
That person turned around. With the dim light, Wen Qiao saw that it was he xihuai.
Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment because he xihuai's expression actually looked a little helpless, and the corners of his eyes seemed to be glowing.
Were those tears?
She was a little confused. Why did he xihuai have such an expression?
Although her mind was in a mess, she was already walking out. Since it was he xihuai, she didn't need to show sympathy. People like he xihuai didn't need it.
Just as she was about to leave, someone grabbed her hand. "Sister, don't go."
Wen Qiao's mind went blank. What sister?
He xihuai was about the same age as her uncle and Fu Nanli, thirty years old. It wasn't appropriate for a twenty-two year old to call her 'sister', right?
What was he doing?
What scheme was he playing?
he xihuai, " she said, trying to break free of his grip. let go.
However, he xihuai held on to her tightly, almost to the extent of crushing her bones. Wen Qiao was furious."Don't make me use violence on you."
Upon hearing the word 'violence', he xihuai seemed to be greatly frightened. He immediately let go of her hand and shrank back into the corner of the wall."Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'll be obedient, I'll be obedient."
Wen Qiao frowned. What drama queen?
What the hell?
She glanced at he xihuai and walked into the banquet hall. The glass door closed, cutting off the sound of the rain outside. She looked back and saw he xihuai, who seemed to be immersed in the rain. He was curled up in the corner, trembling.
She couldn't figure it out no matter how much she thought about it, but he xihuai was a cunning man, so she had to be careful.
For the rest of the celebration party, Wen Qiao was also surrounded by a huge crowd of people, making it hard for her to breathe. Many producers and directors had already booked the schedule of their artistes from her. Lu Youyou had been dragged to God knows where by Dong Yao. Fang duo, the little love-struck fool, had been by song Yuchen's side the entire time. Only Zhou Tao was barely able to help her share some of the burden.
Although Wen Qiao was in the living room, her eyes kept drifting towards the dimly lit corridor. Was he xihuai still there on the balcony at the end of the corridor?
"What's wrong with you?"
Zhou Tao asked Wen Qiao with a thunderclap, which gave her a shock. nothing.
"You look so distracted. Are you worried about young master Fu? Then go back and accompany him, we'll be here."
Wen Qiao frowned. come with me.
After he finished speaking, he held Zhou Tao's hand and walked towards the terrace at the end of the corridor. The dim light of the crystal chandelier entered the corridor and disappeared, leaving only the sound of the rain.
"What's wrong, Qiao Qiao?"
When they reached the balcony, Wen Qiao looked around and realized that the balcony was long empty. He xihuai was no longer there. She stood there with a disappointed expression. She felt as if the strange he xihuai she had met earlier was a dream, a figment of her imagination.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Wen Qiao replied.
When the celebration party ended, song an carried a big black umbrella and sent Wen Qiao to the car. As she passed by the umbrella, she seemed to see he xihuai. His female assistant, Teresa, was carrying an umbrella and sending him to the car. They weren't too far away, and he xihuai's clothes seemed to be wet. She could barely see the side of his face. He looked even colder than before, and his entire body exuded a cold aura that kept people away.
Wen Qiao got into the car and shook her head. So, what exactly was he xihuai up to on the balcony?
Fortunately, she didn't fall for it and quickly left.