Sure enough, click in and take a look, there has always been a water army in it with rhythm, picking out all kinds of unwarranted details about her, she is supporting an actor in the TV series, or supporting film and television adaptation.

Even an unrelated blogger has so much support and deep thought, don't you want to take a look? Starting next week, it will be broadcast exclusively on xx satellite TV every Saturday at 10 p.m.!

“…… The wind is completely distorted! ”

Obviously, what she rewarded was all about the TV series, who could not see this?

No wonder he can rush to such a front, maybe wait for Mingming, this heat will rise again, Jiang Qian is also familiar with this routine.

But she couldn't stop this, and after a cursory understanding, she put down her phone, and remembered that Wen Ruhuai saw her just now, so she slapped the table and said excitedly:

"Have you seen Deep Thought, it's super beautiful! It's not good to watch my live broadcast eat the keyboard! ”

The smile on the corner of Wen Ruhuai's mouth deepened, and he looked at Jiang Qian with excitement on his face and nodded: "Of course I've seen it, it's good that Sister Jiang likes it." ”

"What?"

"I don't feel like someone who can watch it, and being able to support and like one like one so much is a great affirmation of it."

Jiang Qian was embarrassed to rub her head, it's not good, she has actually seen a domineering president fall in love with me for a few years.

At this time, the box door was opened by the waiter.

The food is served very quickly, and after chatting for a while, I made a few dishes and sent them over, as well as the fruit wine ordered by Jiang Qian.

Jiang Qian poured two glasses, and handed one to Wen Ruhuai.

The colour of the wine is a vivid red with a rich, sweet aroma that is tempting just by smelling.

Wen Ruhuai tasted it, then looked up, saw Jiang Qian's eyes lit up surprisingly, and poured a glass happily after drinking.

She really wanted to remind her that this fruit wine had a lot of stamina, but when she thought of Jiang Qiangang, she had a good amount of wine, so it was enough.

It's just that she still has to drive, so she put down and stopped drinking, and went to eat quietly.

Soon.

"Ruhuai, thank you just now." Jiang Qian shook his head to sober up, put down his wine glass very satisfied, and said to Wen Ruhuai.

"Huh? What's up? Wen Ruhuai blinked in confusion.

"Just after we broke into the wrong box, you didn't know that it was my brother's person, and he could take me away. And before, if you hadn't reacted in time and grabbed me, I guess I would have been knocked down by that red hair. ”

Wen Ruhuai heard this, the long bangs hanging her head covered the light under her eyes, the corners of her mouth were still warm smiles, and she whispered: "Now I will protect you." ”

Jiang Qian didn't hear it clearly, she grinned a little silly, beckoning her to hurry up and eat, and she couldn't bear to be greedy for more cups.

At the end of the meal, two o'clock had passed, Jiang Qian was a little dizzy, but the words were still numb, and she didn't look at her red face and thought she wasn't drunk.

Wen Ruhuai smiled and shook his head, he still had a good amount of alcohol, but he was drunk.

Seeing that he had almost eaten, Wen Ruhuai finished paying on his mobile phone, and got up and easily picked up the soft ginger money.

The two went back to where they had parked outside.

In front of the hotel is a huge square, which is the peak of the evening shift and has a large flow of people.

Jiang Qian looked at it in a daze, the cool evening breeze blew away the faint aroma of wine on her body, the corners of the girl's eyebrows were slightly red, the apricot eyes were full of mist, and the delicate lips like March peach blossoms were dyed red by the sweet fruit wine, looking pure and lustful.

But she was still very drunk, and the stunned eyes when she looked at people were like a lost white rabbit waiting for someone to carry her home.

She's too dangerous to look like this.

Wen Ruhuai stretched out her hand and put down the head of the ball tied by Jiang Qian, and her fluffy and slightly curly hair fell down to block half of her face.

Her original intention was obviously to let her hair cover her seductive face so that others could not see it clearly. But she didn't expect her hair to fall out, which made her a little girl's immature charm in her Zheng

Wen Ruhuai took a slight breath, thought about it, took out the unused black mask from her bag, and put it on for her.

"It's time for us to go back to the dormitory, you follow me, don't leave my side, understand." Wen Ruhuai followed the temptation, and slowly left with Jiang Qian, who was still a little stunned.

She scanned the open space full of cars in front of her, trying to find out where her car had been parked.

Suddenly, when she casually raised her eyes, her eyes were scattered and suddenly condensed.

The pupils were almost constricted to a point, and they couldn't hide the extremely strong emotions inside.

The warm palms of the hands became cold in an instant.

Jiang Qian felt that something was wrong with Rao next to him in a daze, and looked straight along her line of sight.

It's all bustling with people and vehicles, what is she looking at?

"You ......"

Wen Ruhuai suddenly let go of the hand holding Jiang Qian.

She only felt a chill penetrating her bone marrow, which dissipated the temperature in her body in an instant, and her heart seemed to be tightly twisted by an invisible hand, and it beat violently, like a dying struggle.

Why......

How did that person end up here......

That, demon!

Her head was hit with a hammer, and her consciousness gave herself a death order, and Wen Ruhuai's body had rushed out one step faster than her thoughts.

The dense traffic couldn't stop her speed, and she rolled over the obstacles of several electric vehicles with her hands, and the moment she ran out, she already had an extra skateboard in her hand.

Wen Ruhuai stepped on the skateboard and stroked hard, and his figure quickly disappeared into the traffic flow

“……”

Behind, Jiang Qian looked at his hand blankly, and then looked at the person who could no longer be found.

It makes the already unconscious brain even more confused.

No...... Can't leave her?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qian staggered through the parked electric car and went in the direction that Wen Ruhuai had just left.

She didn't know exactly where she was going, so she could only walk aimlessly until she reached the large square opposite the hotel.

Compared with other people who are in a hurry to go home from the evening shift, her speed can be regarded as an elderly person's slow walk, and her pace is not very steady.

But people had no time to pay attention to her, only a few hurried glances of passing, and they were amazed by the sight of those moving eyes.

Jiang Qian looked at the crowd blankly, his ears were very lively, there were countless sounds of Rao talking and footsteps, and the sound of the horns of cars on the side of the road was intertwined with the sound of exhaust fumes.

Then it was drowned out by the sudden deafening music, "857, 857,"

The piercing and ugly male voice frightened passers-by, and they couldn't help but complain rudely.

Jiang Qian was shocked to sober up his brain, and then looked for the noise, and after a while, the scene was reflected in his crystal clear eyes.

A man with colorful black hair, wearing cool nightclub-style clothes, standing in front of the microphone with beanie shoes on his feet, holding a glowing electric guitar and singing 857......