When Chi Hanjing came to his senses, he realized that the act of hugging Murong Qiao and crying just now had soaked a small piece of the clothes on the other party's shoulders.

The dark wet marks were particularly conspicuous on the beautifully cut white shirt, so that Chi Hanjing's already crying red face was even more embarrassed to aggravate the color.

She opened her hand lightly, took a deep breath of the cool breeze in the night, and her brain also cleared, and then met Murong Qiao's concerned gaze, feeling that the sourness in her eyes that had just retreated seemed to have a tendency to emerge again.

"Thank you." Chi Hanjing spoke again.

She didn't know how many times she had repeated it, but as long as she thought of Murong Qiao's action of saving her just now, she couldn't help but speak.

Murong Qiao shook his head, took out the handkerchief he was carrying, and wiped the marks on her cheeks, so that people would not be so embarrassed.

Murong Qiao's voice was very soft, but it was gentle. "Better?"

"Hmm." The pool contains a scenic spot.

Although her eyes are still slightly red, it will make her whole person feel a lot better.

The two girls stood at the door of Yunyue Hotel, talking shoulder to shoulder, looking at it from a distance, they didn't know what they were talking about, and it seemed that the relationship was not bad.

Murong Qiao's white side face is matched with the beautiful pearls on the earlobes, and the moment the corners of his lips are gently hooked with a smile, he can ripple in people's hearts.

Cen Qianmo, who had just finished talking about cooperation here, saw this scene.

He stood on the side of the car, and was originally going to open the car door and sit in, but he stopped because he saw a familiar figure, and looked at Murong Qiao patiently comforting the other party without blinking.

"Mr. Cen?" The driver called him.

Cen Qianmo didn't answer, looked at it for a while, and finally replied belatedly.

"You wait here for me first." He said.

Seeing an acquaintance, or Murong Qiao, Cen Qianmo wanted to go over and say hello, but at the same time, he thought that the other party's thin body seemed to be prone to cold, and he thought about whether to lend his coat to the other party.

But he stepped closer and heard a faint cry and a glimpse of another girl wiping her tears.

This is not a good time to talk.

The moment Cen Qianmo realized it, his footsteps also stopped, and then his eyes looked at Murong Qiao's thin back with his back, and he couldn't help but clench the coat in his hand.

The position where he was standing was obscure, there were many vehicles around him, and Murong Qiao's attention was on Chi Hanjing in front of him at the moment, so he didn't find the other party's line of sight.

Murong Qiao waited for Chi Hanjing to calm down, and then shook his mobile phone at the other party.

"I ordered you a car to go back to the artist's apartment, and after I went back tonight, I had a good rest, and I didn't think about anything."

Her firm tone seemed to be able to soothe the panic in people's hearts, and made Chi Hanjing calm down suddenly.

"I'll let Jiang Chi deal with the rest of the matter, if you still encounter any similar problems, just talk to him." Murong Qiao explained.

It's not that she doesn't want to accompany the other party, but wait a little longer, Huo Yichen's car is coming.

Chi Hanjing was a little embarrassed, "Well, I will." ”

As soon as the two finished speaking, the car they had booked arrived in front of them, and Murong Qiao sent them up.

Chi Hanjing got into the back seat of the car, closed the door and couldn't help but look at Murong Qiao, colliding with the other party's sight.

Good bye.

There was no sound through the car window, but Chi Hanjing could still read the other party's mouth.

So she raised her hand and waved, responding.

Murong Qiao is a good boss.

There is one in heaven and one that is not on earth.

At this moment, Chi Hanjing had such a cognition like never before.

She has been in the entertainment industry for a lot of time, so she naturally knows the company's routines, or the unspoken rules between the actors and artists of the crew.

There are even companies that take the initiative to let artists do these things, so that they can exchange for better resources in this way.

But Murong Qiao is not like this, Chi Hanjing is clear in his heart.

When the other party pulled herself without hesitation and let herself stand behind her, Chi Hanjing's heartbeat couldn't help but follow a few beats faster.

Even if she couldn't see Murong Qiao's face, just a back made her feel extremely relieved.

The corners of Chi Hanjing's lips gradually hooked, and he suddenly couldn't help but think.

I'm really lucky.

As the speed soared, the car gradually narrowed its back, gradually pulling the distance to the starting point.

After staring at Chi Hanjing and getting into the car, Murong Qiao sent another message to Jiang Chi, which could be regarded as a sigh of relief.

She touched the shoulder that was wet from Chi Hanjing's crying with some discomfort, and couldn't help but shrink her shoulder.

The wind in the night also suddenly rose and blew with a hurry, and even the trees standing on the side could not help but sweep away the leaves, and swept the pedestrians on the road with a chill.

Murong Qiao had to half-squat in place, wanting to reduce the loss of heat for himself.

The small lump that fell in Cen Qianmo's eyes not far away made him take a step forward.

Seeing the person you like being frozen, it's not a gentleman's demeanor.

Cen Qianmo also saw the girl leave just now, and it was a good time to go over and say hello.

There seemed to be a little warmth in my heart that began to stir, especially in the silent and cold night at this moment.

So he walked over—

"Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

A gentle voice with helplessness sounded above Murong Qiao's head in the next second.

When Murong Qiao heard this familiar voice, she didn't want to get up and look up to talk to someone, but after squatting for a long time, her eyes turned black together, and she shook her body and fell directly into the man's arms.

The familiar cold fragrance enveloped her.

Fortunately, the blackness in front of him was only for a moment, and Murong Qiao raised his head as soon as he eased up, "Achen!" ”

"Yes." Huo Yichen replied lightly, hugged the person and did not forget to wrap the scarf he brought to Murong Qiao.

Murong Qiao let him fiddle with it, standing there obediently, and when Huo Yichen gave her the scarf and windbreaker, and took her hand and stuffed it into his pocket, he finally couldn't help but smile brightly on his face.

"Let's go, go home."

Murong Qiao followed Huo Yichen briskly, occasionally stepping on the leaves falling from his feet, or his own silhouette under the street lamp.

Huo Yichen also slowed down, letting himself follow Murong Qiao's rhythm, his eyes never left the other party from beginning to end, as if a silent tenderness spread between the two.

Cen Qianmo stood between the cars and the cars, the coat that was originally going to be handed out was left in his hands, and he watched Huo Yichen lead Murong Qiao farther and farther away.

The raised expectation is like a dunk that is suddenly intercepted when the game is hot, so that the person who pitches the ball only feels a basin of cold water coming to his head, and suddenly even his heart is cold.

He was silent as he watched the two of them step out of his vision.

Still couldn't say hello.

The driver waiting for Cen Qianmo was humming a song, and suddenly heard the sound of the door opening from the back seat of the car.

"Let's go." Cen Qianmo's voice came from the back seat, which was dull and waveless.

The driver started the engine in response, but as he started, he couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror above his head.

Cen Qianmo sat on the seat with his head tilted slightly, one hand on his forehead, making it difficult to see his eyes, and he looked a little tired.

There was no modesty with a smile on his face, and Cen Qianmo, who was silent at the moment, revealed an indescribable coldness, so that the driver couldn't help but withdraw his gaze after just one glance.

Mr. Shum didn't seem to be very happy, and the driver intuitively came up with this result.

(End of chapter)