MTL - After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy-Chapter 683 extremely lucky

  Chapter 683 Extremely lucky

   Waiting for Chi Hanjing to recover, he realized that the act of holding Murong Qiao and crying just now had soaked a small piece of the clothes on the other's shoulders.

  The dark wet marks were particularly conspicuous on the beautifully tailored white shirt, so that Chi Hanjing's face, which was already red from crying, became even more embarrassing.

  She opened her hand lightly, took a deep breath of the cool night breeze, and her mind was also cleared up. Then she met Murong Qiao's caring gaze, and felt that the sour feeling that had just receded in her eyes seemed to have a tendency to emerge again.

   "Thank you." Chi Hanjing said again.

  She didn't know how many times she repeated it, but as soon 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 carried with him and wiped the marks on her cheeks, so as not to be so embarrassing.

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

   "Hmm." Chi Han nodded.

  Although her eye sockets are still reddish, it will make her feel much better.

  Two girls stood at the entrance of Yunyue Hotel, shoulder to shoulder talking together, looking from a distance, they didn't know what they were talking about, and they seemed to have a good relationship.

  Murong Qiao's white side face is paired with beautiful pearls on the earlobes, and the moment the corners of his lips slightly evoke a smile, ripples can be felt in people's hearts.

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

  He stood by the side of the car, originally planning to open the car door and get in, but stopped when he saw a familiar figure. He looked at Murong Qiao without blinking and comforted him patiently.

   "Mr. Cen?" The driver called him.

   Cen Qianmo didn't respond, and looked at it for a while, before finally answering a word belatedly.

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

  Meeting an acquaintance, it was Murong Qiao, Cen Qianmo originally wanted to go over to say hello, but at the same time, he also thought that the other party's thin body seemed to catch cold easily, and considered whether to lend him his coat.

   But he took a step closer, only to hear the faint cry and see another girl wiping her tears.

  This is not a good time to strike up a conversation.

  The moment Cen Qianmo realized it, he stopped his footsteps, and then stared deeply at Murong Qiao's thin back facing him, and couldn't help but clenched the coat in his hand.

  He was standing in an obscure position, surrounded by many vehicles, and Murong Qiao's attention was on Chi Hanjing in front of him at the moment, so he didn't notice the other party's sight.

  Murong Qiao waited for Chi Hanjing to calm down, then shook his phone at him.

   "I booked a car for you to go back to the artist's apartment. After going back tonight, take a good rest and don'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 immediately.

   "I'll let Jiang Chi take care of the matter afterwards. If you still encounter any similar problems, tell him." Murong Qiao explained.

   It's not that she doesn't want to be with him, but that after a while, Huo Yichen's car will arrive.

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

  The two of them had just finished speaking a few words when the reserved car arrived in front of them, and Murong Qiao sent him up.

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

goodbye.

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

  So she raised her hand and waved in response.

  Murong Qiao is a good boss.

  There are things in the sky that are not on the earth.

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

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

   There are even companies that take the initiative to ask artists to do these things in exchange for better resources in this way.

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

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

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

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

  I am really lucky.

  As the speed soared, the car gradually narrowed its back, gradually pulling away from the starting point.

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

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

  The wind at night also suddenly picked up, blowing with such a rush that even the trees standing nearby could not help but sweep off the leaves, and swept the pedestrians on the road with a chill.

  Murong Qiao had to half-squat on the spot, trying to reduce the loss of heat for himself.

  The little ball fell into the eyes of Cen Qianmo not far away, which made him take a step forward.

   It's not gentlemanly to watch someone you like freeze.

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

   There seems to be a little warmth in my heart that is starting to agitate, which is especially obvious in this quiet and cold night.

   So he went over to—

   "Are you not afraid of catching a cold?"

   A helpless and gentle voice sounded above Murong Qiao's head in the next second.

  When Murong Qiao heard this familiar voice, she didn't even think about getting up and looking up to talk to someone, but after squatting for a long time, her eyes turned black when she got up together, she shook her body and fell into the man's arms directly.

  The familiar Lengxiang enveloped her.

   Fortunately, it was only a moment before his eyes turned black, and Murong Qiao raised his head as soon as he recovered, "Achen!"

   "Here." Huo Yichen replied quietly, hugged him and didn't forget to wrap the scarf he brought around Murong Qiao.

Murong Qiao let him play around, and stood there obediently. When Huo Yichen gave her the scarf and windbreaker, and took her hand and stuffed it into his pocket, he finally couldn't help showing a bright smile on his face. .

   "Let's go, go home."

  Murong Qiao followed Huo Yichen briskly, and occasionally stepped on the falling leaves beside his feet without thinking, or his own silhouette under the street lamp.

  Huo Yichen also slowed down, allowing himself to follow Murong Qiao's rhythm, never leaving his eyes from the beginning to the end, as if a silent tenderness spread from the two of them.

  Cen Qianmo just stood between the car and the car, the coat that was to be handed out remained in his hand, and he watched Huo Yichen lead Murong Qiao farther and farther.

  The rising expectation is like a dunk that is suddenly intercepted when the game is in full swing, making the shooter feel that a basin of cold water is coming, and suddenly his heart is also icy cold.

  He was silent, watching the two walk out of his field of vision.

   Still failed to say hello.

  The driver waiting for Cen Qianmo was humming, when he 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, calm and calm.

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

   Cen Qianmo sat on the seat with his head slightly raised, with one hand covering his forehead, so that people could not see his eyes clearly, and he looked a little tired.

  There was no humility with a smile on his face, and Cen Qianmo, who was silent at the moment, showed an inexplicable coldness, which made the driver look away after just one glance.

  Mr. Cen didn't seem very happy, and the driver intuitively knew the result.

  (end of this chapter)