Chapter Eighty-Eight: I'm Sorry, Miss Qiao!
Qiao Shanxii smiled slightly, "I'm happy to serve such a kind actress as Ye Xing!" ”
She didn't know when she changed into a well-cut white lace dress, and her whole person was like a princess in the forest.
Regarding Qiao Shanxi's statement, the host seemed to be quite interested, "It seems that Miss Shanxi thinks that some actresses are not too good-tempered, right?" ”
Qiao Shanxii smiled and held the microphone and replied, "Yes, for example, the one behind the curtain!" ”
The hand retracted as if it was electrocuted, Liang Xinrui was already very angry when she saw the person she called a fool being invited to the stage just now, but she didn't expect that she would mention herself like this.
She turned away angrily, lest the host would really come and find her.
Although the appearance at such a film festival is only a few minutes, it is enough to make Qiao Shanxi famous.
After answering the host's words, she got off the stage in a low-key manner and returned to the backstage.
Walking behind the curtain, through a corridor, and in front of the mirror, Qiao Shanxi sat down.
She glanced at the information in the circle of friends quite bored, at this time, everyone posted some small things in life, and some married people sent some photos and videos of cute babies every day.
Seeing that a little baby was eating by himself and getting rice grains everywhere, Qiao Shanxi-hee couldn't help but smile slightly.
"You're very laid-back!" Liang Xinrui walked up to her, the expression on her face was a little grim.
The corners of her mouth hooked up a wicked smile, and then the index finger with thick nail polish hooked back, and two strong bodyguards stepped forward: "I want to invite you, the great designer, to have a cup of tea and some refreshments, I shouldn't mind!" ”
Qiao Shanxi's eyes sank and he stood up, "What do you want to do?" ”
At this time, the backstage position, because it is Ye Xing's special dressing room, there is no one.
The hands of the two bodyguards rested on Qiao Shanxi's arm, one on each side, holding her thin arm, "I'm sorry, Miss Qiao!" ”
One of the muscular, dark-skinned bodyguards gave a malicious smile, and the two men carried her forward.
"Let go of me, Ye Xing won't let you go when he comes back!"
After all, Qiao Shanxi is a weak woman, and she can't fight against two men who are so strong alone.
The arms seemed to be tightly clamped by iron tongs, unable to move, and the body was dragged forward, and the bodies of the two strong men exuded the smell of men's sweat from time to time, which made Qiao Shanxie want to vomit in disgust for a while.
Liang Xinrui took the lead in walking, and she looked back from time to time: "Miss Qiao, don't be nervous, you and I have known each other since high school, and it is normal to meet again today and reminisce about the past." ”
She led the way in a hurry, perfectly avoiding the various staff in the background, and walked out of a dark back door through a secret passage.
Go out and go straight to the right, and then turn right into a deep alley, there is no light in the alley, the darker and darker it gets, and Liang Xinrui, who is wearing an evening dress in front, is like a dark witch, walking with serpentine steps.
The night was as cold as water, Qiao Shanxi-hee sneezed, she didn't know what these people wanted to do with her.
"You guys, you let me go, I'm calling someone!" Of course, no matter how calm a person is, he has to become sensitive when he encounters such a rough way.
Liang Xinrui suddenly paused, she turned her head and approached Qiao Shanxi, as if she had heard a big joke: "You shout, I have been with your classmates for a few years, and I have never seen your docile little rabbit shouting, I am very curious!" ”