After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

When Chi Hanjing came to his senses, he realized that the way she held Murong Qiao while crying had soaked a small piece of the clothes on his shoulders.

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

She gently let go of her hand, took a deep breath of the cool night breeze, and her mind cleared up. Then she met Murong Qiao's concerned eyes, and felt that the sour feeling in her eyes that had just receded seemed to be rising 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 actions to save her just now, she couldn't help but speak.

Murong Qiao shook his head, took out the handkerchief he brought with him and wiped the marks on her cheek, so that she would not be so embarrassed.

Murong Qiao's voice was very soft, yet full of tenderness. "better?"

"Yeah." Chi Han nodded.

Although her eyes were still slightly red, it made her overall condition much better.

The two girls stood at the door of Yunyue Hotel, talking shoulder to shoulder. Looking at each other from a distance, they didn't know what they were talking about. They seemed to have a good relationship.

Murong Qiao's white side face is matched with the beautiful pearls on her earlobes. The moment the corner of her lips curls up into a smile, it can create ripples in people's hearts.

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

He stood by the car. His original intention to open the door and get in was stopped when he saw a familiar figure. He watched Murong Qiao patiently comforting him with unblinking eyes.

"Mr. Cen?" the driver called him.

Cen Qianmo didn't respond and looked at it for a long time before finally answering belatedly.

"Wait for me here first," he said.

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

But when he stepped closer, he heard faint cries and caught sight of another girl wiping her tears.

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

The moment Cen Qianmo realized it, his footsteps stopped. Then he stared at Murong Qiao's thin back facing away from him with a heavy gaze, and couldn't help but tighten the coat in his hand.

The position where he stood was obscure, and there were many vehicles around him. In addition, Murong Qiao's attention was focused on Chi Hanjing in front of him, so he did not notice the other person's sight.

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

"I've booked a car for you to go back to the artist's apartment. Have a good rest when you get back tonight and don't think about anything."

Her determined tone seemed to soothe people's panic, making Chi Hanjing calm down immediately.

"I will let Jiang Chi handle the rest. If you encounter any similar problems, just tell him." Murong Qiao explained.

It's not that she doesn't want to accompany him, but if she waits a little longer, Huo Yichen's car will be here.

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

As soon as the two of them finished speaking a few words, the car they booked arrived in front of them, and Murong Qiao sent them on.

Chi Hanjing got into the back seat of the car, closed the door and couldn't help but look at Murong Qiao, and their eyes met.

goodbye.

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

So she raised her hand and waved in response.

Murong Qiao is a good boss.

There is something in heaven and nothing on earth.

At this moment, Chi Hanjing had such a realization 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 actresses on the crew.

There are even companies that actively ask artists to do these things in exchange for better resources.

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

When the other party did not hesitate to pull her and let her 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 his back, it made her feel extremely at ease.

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

I am really lucky.

As the speed soared, the car gradually shrank its back, gradually shortening the distance from the starting point.

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

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

The wind at night also suddenly picked up, blowing with such force that even the trees standing nearby couldn't help but sweep off the leaves, bringing a chill to the pedestrians on the road.

Murong Qiao had to half-crouch in place, hoping to reduce the loss of some heat.

The small ball fell in Cen Qianmo's eyes not far away, which made him take a step forward.

It's not the gentlemanly thing to do to see the person you love get cold.

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

There seemed to be a little warmth beginning to stir in my heart, which was particularly obvious in the quiet and cold night.

So he walked over -

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

A gentle and helpless voice sounded above Murong Qiao's head 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. As a result, after squatting for a long time, her vision went dark as soon as she stood up. She shook her body and fell directly into the man's arms.

The familiar cold fragrance enveloped her.

Fortunately, the darkness in front of his eyes only lasted for a moment. As soon as Murong Qiao recovered, he raised his head and said, "Achen!"

"Here he is." Huo Yichen replied quietly, hugging him and not forgetting to wrap the scarf he brought with him around Murong Qiao.

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

"Let's go home."

Murong Qiao followed Huo Yichen with brisk steps. Occasionally, he would step on the leaves falling beside his feet or his own silhouette under the street lamp.

Huo Yichen also slowed down and allowed himself to follow Murong Qiao's rhythm. His eyes never left each other from the beginning to the end, as if there was a silent tenderness spreading between the two of them.

Cen Qianmo just stood in the gap between the cars. The coat he was about to hand out remained in his hands, while he watched Huo Yichen leading Murong Qiao further and further away.

The rising anticipation is like a dunk that is suddenly intercepted when the game is in the heat of the game. The person who throws the ball feels like a bucket of cold water is coming, and his heart is suddenly icy.

He remained silent, watching the two people walk out of his sight.

Still couldn't say hello.

The driver who was waiting for Cen Qianmo was humming a song when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening coming 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 when 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 his seat with his head slightly raised, one hand on his forehead, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly, and he looked a little tired.

The smile and humility on his face was gone. Cen Qianmo, who was silent at the moment, had an indescribable coldness that made the driver look away after just one glance.

Mr. Cen seemed unhappy, and the driver intuitively understood this result.