She pushed open the glass door, there was a covered cloister overhead, but the rain still drifted into the 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 faint light, Wen Qiao saw that the person 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 be glowing.

Are those tears?

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

Although her brain is a little messy, her footsteps have already gone out, since it is He Xihuai, then there is no need for her to release sympathy, people like He Xihuai don't need it.

She was just about to leave, but her hand was grabbed: "Sister, don't go." ”

Wen Qiao's brain buzzed, what sister?

He Xihuai, her brother-in-law and Fu Nanli are generally thirty years old, so it's not appropriate to call her a twenty-two sister, right?

What madness is he out of?

What kind of tricks are you playing?

She wanted to break free of his hand: "He Xihuai, let go." ”

He Xihuai grabbed it very tightly, almost to the point of crushing her bones, Wen Qiao became angry: "Don't let me use violence against you." ”

As soon as she heard the word violence, He Xihuai seemed to be greatly frightened, and immediately let go of her hand and shrank into the corner: "Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm obedient, I'm obedient." ”

Wen Qiao frowned, what kind of drama spirit?

What's going on?

She glanced at He Xihuai, and went straight into the banquet hall, the glass door was closed, cutting off the sound of rain outside, she looked back, He Xihuai seemed to be immersed in it, curled up in the corner, shivering.

She couldn't figure it out, but He Xihuai was cunning, and she had to keep an eye on it.

The next celebration banquet Wen Qiao was also surrounded by a group of people in Wuyang, many producers and directors booked the schedules of their artists with her, Lu Youyou didn't know where she was dragged by Dong Yao, Fang Duo was a little nymphomaniac around Song Yuchen all the way, and only Zhou Tao reluctantly helped her share some.

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

"What's wrong with you?"

A thunderbolt fell, and Zhou Tao asked Wen Qiao, but Wen Qiao was startled, "It's nothing." ”

"I see that you are absent-minded, are you worried about Fu Shao? Then you go back to accompany him first, there are us here. ”

Wen Qiao frowned: "You come with me." ”

After speaking, dragging Zhou Tao's hand, he walked to the terrace at the end of the corridor, and the dim light of the crystal lamp disappeared from the hallway, only the sound of rain remained.

"What's wrong, Jojo?"

Walking to the terrace, Wen Qiao looked and found that the terrace had long been empty, and there was no He Xihuai, she stood there with a stunned expression, and felt that she had just met such a strange He Xihuai, it was a dream, which she imagined out of thin air.

Wen Qiao: "It's okay, it's okay. ”

When the celebration banquet was over, Song An held a big black umbrella to send Wen Qiao to the car, sweeping the umbrella eaves, she seemed to see He Xihuai, his female assistant Theresa held an umbrella to send him to the car, not far away, it seemed that He Xihuai's clothes were wet, and he could barely see a side face, which was colder than before, and his whole body exuded a cold aura that no one was close to.

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

Fortunately, she was not fooled and left quickly.