The world seemed to be pressed the pause button, the long-honking horn suddenly stopped, and the churning waves stopped instantly.

Everyone looked at each other silently.

As soon as Ning Wenshan turned his head, he saw Pei Shiyan with a gloomy face.

The man had a cold face, his brows were frosty, and his gaze staring at him was like substance, choking his throat.

The strong feeling of suffocation made him sober up a lot, and the sparks jumping up and down in his mind were extinguished, and he shrunk his shoulders with a blue face.

His lips squirmed silently, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

"What's going on?!" The lobby manager who rushed over pulled the crowd forward and shouted with a full sense of anger to break the deadlock.

Pei Shiyan swept over with a knife in his eyes, and the manager saw the people inside, and his voice suddenly became smaller, and even his momentum was a lot shorter.

Pei ...... Pei Dao. ”

The manager looked around, and there was a young man sitting on the ground with a red and swollen forehead and misty eyes.

Next to the wall, a girl with stray hair was slowly standing up against the wall.

No matter how you look at this scene, it looks like a fight scene.

The manager retracted his gaze and cautiously asked, "What's going on?" ”

As soon as Qiao Zhimo stood firm against the wall, he saw Pei Shiyan raise his chin at him, "Say." ”

She was about to speak, but Ning Wenshan, who was pressed by Pei Shiyan, preemptively said: "Director Pei, it's all a little misunderstanding, I'm Zhimo's uncle, that's her cousin Ning Hui." He pouted at the delirious young man on the ground, Nunu, "Xiaohui has been abroad before, and I haven't seen this sister for too long, so I'm a little more emotional." ”

"I also saw that the children were a little out of control when they fought, and accidentally hurt Zhimo." After he finished speaking with a smile on his face, he shouted at Ning Hui, "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you come over and apologize to your sister!" ”

Pei Shiyan is the only son of the Pei family, and the family is spoiled. Even if he is now in the entertainment industry, it does not affect his status in the company.

If he offends him, Ning Wenshan's artist director is afraid that he will have to do it.

Ning Hui raised his head, the whites of his inverted triangular eyes were covered with red bloodshots, and his entangled gaze locked on Qiao Zhimo.

"I'm sorry."

His voice was so hoarse that it seemed to be stuffed into a chimney, and his mouth was curling with cooking smoke, which was extremely choking.

Pei Shiyan watched them play coldly and didn't say a word.

The manager silently pretended to be an ostrich on the side, Pei Shiyan was worth a lot, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.

Qiao Zhimo looked at Ning Hui's gaze, turned his head in disgust, and reminded coldly: "Cousin, it's better to control yourself next time, after all, my fists don't have long eyes." ”

Hearing this, Ning Wenshan's face turned from blue to red, and his emotions of shame and embarrassment were blocked in his chest. He wanted to move, but the hands that pressed him seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so he was forced to lie down, looking like he was bowing and apologizing to Qiao Zhimo.

Pei Shiyan's gaze swept over Qiao Zhimo's bloodshot cheeks silently, and patted Ning Wenshan's shoulder, his tone indifferent, "The medical expenses are on her card, and you will bear the cost of delaying the filming progress of the crew." ”

Pei Shiyan's "Backlight" is about to start filming, and the actors have an accident, and the losses are immeasurable.

Everything he did after his appearance was rationalized.

After explaining, he let go of Ning Wenshan and glanced at Qiao Zhimo, "Standing stupidly as a sculpture?" Come here, the people in the box haven't left yet. ”

He led her away from the place of right and wrong, and walked near the box before stopping.

Qiao Zhimo lowered his head and almost hit it directly.

His broad palm quickly reached over and tugged at her.

She steadied her steps and subconsciously distanced herself from him.

As soon as he looked up, he crashed into his eyes.

The warm yellow light reflected in his dark brown eyes was like a dancing firework, magnificent and charming, and people couldn't help but want to touch and feel the warmth.

But she didn't reach out, because the fireworks approached on its own.

Qiao Zhimo was like a bundle of hay, Pei Shiyan's gaze wandered on her, leaving a string of tiny fire spots where he swept by, raising the temperature of his skin.

She took a step back, the butterfly bone pressed against the wall. Her eyes moved a little as he raised his hand, and she watched as the bony hands approached as if they were holding flammable alcohol.

Crack, alcohol into the fire, the fire ignited into sparks.

His hand pressed against her side of her neck, and the burning sensation ran through her body like electricity.