Coming out of the bathroom, Song Anyi looked around the venue and saw that everyone was moving closer to the stage.
It should be that the award ceremony is about to begin.
This is another highlight of this entertainment festival held by Tanghai - the annual awards ceremony.
Near the stage, there are dozens of large round tables covered with off-white tablecloths, on which are placed a vase of flowers, various snacks, and delicate tableware.
Seeing that everyone had found their place to sit down, Song Anyi stood in embarrassment, not knowing which way to go or where she should sit.
She looked around, looking for Shen Mofei, but there were too many people, her eyes were tired, and she still didn't find it.
In the end, she collapsed her shoulders in frustration, forget it, anyway, the things promised at the beginning have been done, and you can participate in the second half of the ceremony.
So, she glanced at the stage and turned away.
But before she had taken a few steps, she suddenly tightened her wrist and was forced to stop.
"Song Anyi, are you going back?"
A low, hoarse voice came from behind itself, and the suppressed anger in the voice could be clearly heard.
Song Anyi turned her head and met his black eyes that flashed with anger, evoking a mocking smile, "It turns out that Mr. Shen still remembers me." "
Shen Mofei stared at her beautiful little face with heavy eyes, today she deliberately put on makeup in order to participate in the grand ceremony, and her already small facial features were made up to look more and more delicate and moving.
Her long hair was pulled up high, revealing her fair swan neck, and she wore an off-the-shoulder black dress that outlined her beautiful curves.
She's so beautiful tonight.
A flash of scorching light flashed in his dark eyes.
His gaze was too warm and straightforward, and Song Anyi was panicked by him, and hurriedly struggled, trying to withdraw his hand.
But his strength was too great, and she couldn't shake it at all.
"Shen Mofei, what do you mean?" She glared at him angrily.
I saw him slowly raise the corners of his lips, and the light fell into his eyes and shattered into a little starlight.
"Since you're here, let's stay until it's over."
When the words fell, he directly pulled her to turn around and walk in the direction of the stage, without giving her the slightest chance to refuse.
Song Anyi staggered behind him, looking at his tall back, her eyes gradually becoming complicated.
In addition to celebrities, there are also various media outlets participating in the entertainment festival.
Therefore, the picture of Shen Mofei pulling Song Anyi was taken by someone with a heart, and the person concerned didn't notice this, just walked straight to his place and sat down.
The most popular actor of the year - Yan Xu, deservedly deserved.
The most popular actress of the year - Qin Yi'an, is expected.
After the two most important awards were awarded, the award ceremony also ended with the speech of President Tang Hai.
Song Anyi yawned and looked around with her eyes closed, thinking about how long it would take for such a boring festival to end?
Suddenly, she saw Ning Qiaoqiao get up and leave the table, her eyes unconsciously moved with her, watching her walk to a dimly lit corner, and then, a familiar figure fell into her eyes.
She stood up suddenly, and Shen Mofei, who was sitting next to her, turned his head to look at her and frowned, "What are you doing?" "
"I have something to do, go first."
Throwing down such a sentence, she didn't look at him, and walked straight in the direction where her eyes were staring.
Seeing this, Shen Mofei's brows were deeply locked, and his eyes were tightly locked on her slender figure.
"Ah Zheng, I'll drive back by myself later. You go back first. "
Song Anyi approached, and when she heard the word "Ah Zheng" shouted from Ning Qiaoqiao's mouth, she paused and her eyebrows were twisted.
His name is Ah Zheng?!
After Ning Qiaoqiao finished explaining, she turned around, her eyes swept to Song Anyi, who was standing not far away, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, and her red lips hooked, "Yo, isn't this Song Anyi Song Da Reporter?" "
Hearing this, the man beside her glanced at her, then followed her line of sight, and when he saw Song Anyi, his eyes flashed, and he quickly regained his calm.
Song Anyi approached step by step, her eyes locked on the man's handsome face, for fear that if she didn't pay attention, he would disappear from under her nose again.
Seeing this, Ning Qiaoqiao frowned, why did Song Anyi keep staring at Ah Zheng? That expression, that look, as if she knew Ah Zheng.
So, "Ah Zheng, do you know her?" "
Ning Qiaoqiao looked sideways at the man and asked.
The man shook his head, "I don't know." "
The cold three words "I don't know" were like an ice blade stabbing hard into her heart, and it hurt.
Song Anyi walked in front of him and stopped, looking up at him, her clear eyes full of thoughts.
A bitter smile spread across her lips, and she asked, "Brother Qingjue, don't you remember me?"
"I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person."
The way he looked at her was the look of a stranger, there was no temperature at all, it was chilling.
Whoever admits the wrong person, she can't misrecognize her Qingjue brother.
...
I haven't seen him for a few years, although he has become mature and stable, his appearance is still remembered.
She wouldn't be mistaken.
"Brother Qingjue, I ..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ning Qiaoqiao on the side, "Song Anyi, his name is Xiang Zheng, it's not some 'Brother Qingjue' in your mouth, you just recognize the wrong person." "
"No, he's Luo Qingjue, not Xiang Zheng!" Song Anyi looked at each other angrily.
Ning Qiaoqiao sneered and said sarcastically: "Song Anyi, don't think it's your relative when you see someone who looks alike."
"It's not like, it's what he is." Song Anyi strode forward and approached Xiang Zheng, searching for something on his face with wide eyes.
Immediately after, she slowly raised the corners of her lips, turned her head to Ning Qiaoqiao and said, "He is my Qingjue brother, because ..."
Raising his hand and pointing at the corner of his eyebrow, he continued: "He has a scar here, a scar that I threw with a stone when I was a child."
"Scar?" Ning Qiaoqiao walked over and bowed his head to Zheng, who lowered his head and was very obedient.
Song Anyi's pupils shrank, her hands clenched, her Qingjue brother was so proud, he had learned to bow to people once upon a time.
Looking closely at the corner of his eyebrows, there was indeed a scar.
Could it be that he is really Luo Qingjue in Song Anyi's mouth?
She looked at him thoughtfully, trying to see something strange in his face.
I don't know if he hid it well, or if Song Anyi really recognized the wrong person, his expression was natural and did not show a trace of flaws.
Then, she turned around and sneered at Song Anyi, "Does having a scar prove that he is the person you know?" Wouldn't that be too hasty? "
"It is impossible for there to be two people in this world who look the same, and even the scars are in the same place, so he is Luo Qingjue."
Song Anyi looked very excited, she wanted to reach out to grab Xiang Zheng's hand, but he dodged it.
"I'm Xiang Zheng, you recognized the wrong person."
It's still so cold, without a trace of emotion and warmth.