Su Kexuan's eyes widened, "Of course I'll be unhappy!" Mo Xilin was originally accompanying Xiaoya, and Xiaoya finally stabilized a little, but when he left, Xiaoya began to be bad! ”

Mo Xilin raised his head and opened his mouth to stop this farce, "Su Kexuan, no matter what, you shouldn't beat Qiao Weihuan." ”

"Do you hear that?" Qiao Weihuan tilted her head and smiled brightly, "Even your crush Mo Xilin said that you shouldn't hit me." ”

Su Kexuan's face turned pale, and her voice became louder in vain: "What nonsense are you talking about?!" ”

"Enough!" Mo Xilin frowned tightly and looked at Qiao Weihuan disapprovingly, "Don't say it again." ”

"You think no one else can see it, but unfortunately only you think so." Qiao Weihuan looked at Mo Xilin, and his tone was light and shallow, "Did you say that?" ”

Moxie looked at her fixedly, and did not answer, but he did not have the slightest look of surprise, and said it all.

Lu Xiaoya's cry was even more earth-shattering, and the strength of the struggle was also aggravated, Mo Xi had no time to care, so he directly hugged Lu Xiaoya and strode out of the ward.

"Why do you say that?!" Su Kexuan bit her lip tightly, her eyes were almost bloodshot, "That's not the case at all!" I just feel sorry for Shinoa! ”

"Maybe, maybe you just saw that Mo Xilin was so good to Lu Xiaoya, and felt that he was a man who was very suitable to be his husband, so he unconsciously paid a lot of attention."

Qiao Weihuan stroked her long hair and smiled very sweetly, "Maybe I really like it, I want to replace Lu Xiaoya and be the white moonlight in his heart, who knows which one it is." ”

Su Kexuan gritted her teeth and raised her hand, and waved it down fiercely again, "Shut up!" ”

This time she didn't succeed, Qiao Weihuan, who was prepared, raised her arm to block her slap, and her other hand quickly slapped over.

"Smack!"

Su Kexuan covered her face and took two steps back, her eyes widened in disbelief, "You hit me?!" ”

"Don't you see that?" Qiao Weihuan shook his wrist with a caring expression on his hand, "Otherwise, I'll call you again to confirm?" ”

Su Kexuan's face turned pale, without Mo Xilin's presence, she felt that she might not be able to hit Qiao Weihuan even if she did it again, so she began to shout angrily, "Qiao Weihuan!" You've gone too far! ”

"Miss Su Kexuan, are you amnesia?" Qiao Weihuan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, across the hospital bed, and confronted Su Kexuan with a cold expression, "Don't forget, it was you who did it without any position first, I just returned it to you, I didn't deserve the slap." ”

Su Kexuan's face was pale, and she couldn't tell whether she was more angry when she was beaten, or more angry because she was embarrassed by her thoughts.

"Qiao Weihuan, don't be self-righteous and think you're smart! Mosilin doesn't love you, and even if you get married, you won't be able to live a good life! She covered her face and cursed viciously: "Sooner or later, the kind-eyed Moxilin will abandon you, and then you will have a worse life than Xiaoya!" I'm waiting to see you that day! ”

Su Kexuan ran out of the ward, Qiao Weihuan stood barefoot and quietly for a while, then put on her shoes and sunglasses, and left the hospital without looking back.

It was a little late, Qiao Weihuan didn't call his assistant Fu Minglang, and took a taxi home alone. The taxi driver saw that her face was bloodless, and couldn't stop looking at her from the rearview mirror, but he still couldn't help it, and asked very worriedly: "Girl, are you okay?" ”

Qiao Weihuan looked at the street scene outside the car window attentively, and only after a while did he react to the stranger's kindness, and said softly: "I'm fine, thank you master." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was inaudible.

When she arrived at home, Qiao Weihuan, who was dizzy, suddenly lost her strength, leaned against the cold door, slowly slid to the ground, coughing uncontrollably, and then coughed more and more, and in the empty house without turning on the lights, only her heart-rending cough echoed.

In the confusion, Qiao Weihuan didn't know why, and suddenly remembered He Zhengxiao's words.

- You may not like him as much as you think.

Qiao Weihuan lay on the floor, didn't even have the strength to get up, and finally coughed and fainted.

When she woke up again, she was already lying in her bed.

Fu Minglang was cautiously coming in with porridge, and when he saw her wake up, he almost threw away the bowl in his hand in surprise, "Sister, you're awake!" You've been asleep for two days, and if you don't wake up, I'm going to carry you to the hospital with my brother-in-law! ”

Qiao Weihuan felt as if he had run 108,000 miles and had lead on his body. She struggled to sit up, and said weakly, "It's noisy, you be quiet, I still have a headache." ”

Fu Minglang zipped up his mouth with kindness, he sat on the edge of the bed, scooped a spoonful of porridge lightly, and sent it to Qiao Weihuan's mouth when it was cold.

Qiao Weihuan, who was sick, ate it with peace of mind, and only then did he remember to ask after eating: "You said that you just said 'brother-in-law', you told Mo Xilin that I passed out at home?" ”

Fu Minglang pointed to his mouth and told Qiao Weihuan with his actions that he was now banned. Qiao Weihuan laughed weakly, and patted him on the head with little strength, "Lift the seal......"

"I came to pick you up the morning before yesterday, and you didn't open the door after knocking for a long time, and you didn't answer the phone, so I came in to see the situation." Fu Minglang, who had lifted the ban, couldn't stop as soon as he spoke, but he didn't forget to feed Qiao Weihuan porridge, and said a word in a breath: "Who knew that you would fall in the hallway?" With slippers in his arms......"

Qiao Weihuan glared at him angrily and funny: "Tell the point!" ”

Fu Minglang made an OK gesture and said with a joking face: "I called my brother-in-law first, and he knew that he would hurriedly bring the family doctor to see you in the future." ”

Qiao Weihuan drank porridge silently, and after a while, he said "um".

Fu Minglang coveted Qiao Weihuan's expression, thought about it, didn't say that Mo Xilin just glanced at her, and left in a hurry after answering the phone. He took care of Qiao Weihuan here for two days, and he never saw Mo Xilin again.

Qiao Weihuan has a lot of notices, he is the only assistant, he runs around behind Qiao Weihuan all day long, and he knows a lot of things. He vaguely felt that Qiao Weihuan seemed to like Mo Xilin very much, but Mo Xilin didn't seem to like her very much, and the two of them always got along with each other.

So why get married?

Qiao Weihuan drank a bowl of porridge and lay quietly at home all afternoon, and in the evening she felt much more comfortable, so she got up and cleaned herself up. She changed into a red dress, painted delicate light makeup, and looked up and down at the person in the mirror for a long time, feeling that she was in good shape.

Fu Minglang watched her come down from the upstairs in surprise, and asked anxiously, "Sister, you are not in good health, how can you go out?" ”

Qiao Weihuan stroked her long hair and smiled decently, "It's the company's anniversary in the evening, how can I do it if I'm not a big name?" ”

Fu Minglang: "...... Yes, yes, you have the final say. ”

Qiao Weihuan was about to hit him, but Fu Minglang jumped away with a smile.

The 20th anniversary party of Jinhui Entertainment Company is of great significance, and the pomp and circumstance will naturally not be small. When Qiao Weihuan arrived, the banquet had not officially started, but it was already very lively.

After some entertainment, Qiao Weihuan picked a secluded corner and sat on the sofa alone.

This time the cold was menacing, Qiao Weihuan had not completely recovered, the wind blew again after the toss just now, and he drank two glasses of champagne, and he was a little sleepy now. Her arms were propped up on the armrests of the sofa, her fingers were on her cheeks, and she was smiling with her spirits, and she was physically and mentally exhausted, and it was difficult to concentrate.

However, there was a commotion at the entrance, and she had to stand up and follow the group.

Seeing the person who had just come in from a distance, Qiao Weihuan's eyelids couldn't stop jumping. was about to look away, pretending that he didn't exist when the other party didn't see her, but the other party's gaze happened to pass through the heavy figures and landed on her accurately.

He Zhengxiao was dressed in a cold dark gray as usual, the buttons of his white shirt were buttoned to the top, the colorful lights were hovering around him, and his half-smiling eyebrows and eyes were reflected in the compelling handsomeness.

His slender fingers, wrapped in soft gloves, shook the transparent glass unhurriedly, and the golden wine in the glass rippled gracefully.

Seeing him raise his glass in his direction, Qiao Weihuan: "......"

Can't pretend not to see, Qiao Weihuan bowed his head lightly, which can be regarded as a greeting. As a result, the next moment, she saw He Zhengxiao end the conversation with Chairman Jinhui and walk straight in her direction.

Qiao Weihuan: "?!" ”

The people present all have identities, but few people know He Zhengxiao. But his pace is not slow, and even has a bit of a lazy taste, and there is an indescribable nobility in his style, and his extremely high self-cultivation is unobstructed, so that the crowd where he passes automatically and spontaneously gives way to a road.

She moved with the person next to her to make way, but He Zhengxiao really came at her, she saw him walking straight to herself, slowly took off his gloves, and stretched out his knobby fingers and handed them to her.

He Zhengxiao's magnetic voice was as low as ever, "Please dance, are you willing to appreciate the light, Ms. Qiao Weihuan." ”

Dancing is not a big deal, Qiao Weihuan is not good at sweeping people's face in public, so he had to put his hand in the palm of Lihe Zhengxiao with a surprised look in the eyes of all kinds of eyes around him.

White fingers, soft palms.

The corners of He Zhengxiao's lips were slightly curved, and he slowly lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the back of her beautiful hand.

"My pleasure."

The slightly cool lips brushed the back of her hand, but Qiao Weihuan inexplicably felt that the place where she was kissed was faintly hot.

He Zhengxiao took Qiao Weihuan's hand and led her to the dance floor. Qiao Weihuan looked at his tall back and broad shoulders, and didn't know what he was doing with such an inexplicable play for a while.

…… Could it be that He Zhengxiao is still suspicious? That's a bit tricky.