Chapter 682 Do you call this contact relationship?
However, the happy mood didn't last long on Xianyu's side, and then he was attracted by another matter.
"But I have something else to ask you." Xian Yu took the initiative to provoke a new topic.
He blinked, as if hinting. "I went to Fourth Brother's shop to design clothes two days ago. I saw a girl there a few times, named Shen Xi, and she said she knew you. Do you think there is something wrong?"
"Shen Xi..." Murong Qiao reacted for a while before he understood what Fifth Brother was talking about.
She never thought that Shen Xi would visit fourth brother Yanxiu's shop frequently, and she didn't know anything about those two people, so she honestly shook her head under Xian Yu's expectant eyes.
If you really want to ask about this kind of thing, you still have to ask Ruan Ying.
Xian Yu sighed regretfully, "I thought you knew."
He usually doesn't gossip, but this time the protagonist seems to be the fourth brother Yanxiu, so Xian Yu can't help but ask more.
You know, among the brothers of the Murong family, Yanxiu is the most like a piece of wood. Xian Yu even thinks that everyone else has married, and this iron tree is unlikely to bloom.
As a result, the other party is actually being chased by someone.
It is also a good thing.
Xian Yu rubbed his chin, "I really hope that girl can make the iron tree bloom."
"Are you still worried about this?" Murong Qiao laughed at him, "Eat."
After that, there was some chatting. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they had a good meal.
It was only after eating that Xian Yu's phone rang, disturbing the peaceful and comfortable atmosphere.
Not knowing what was said on the other end of the phone, Xian Yu gradually frowned.
"Sorry Qiao Qiao, the manager may need me to go back." Xian Yu apologized and got up.
Murong Qiao nodded understandingly, "It's okay, I happen to have enough to eat, just ask Ah Chen to pick me up, brother, don't worry."
It seemed to be an urgent matter, so that Xian Yu left in a hurry without even saying a few words of farewell.
Seeing this, Murong Qiao also sent a message to Huo Yichen, got up and walked out.
After a meal, it's time to go to bed late at night.
The moon is not bright and there are few stars. At this time, there are not even a few waiters visible to the naked eye in the corridor.
Murong Qiao went out and declined the waiter to lead the way, and when she was about to go out by herself, she saw a waiter pushing a dining cart into the nearest private room in front of her.
She didn't notice it at first, but the strange thing is that there was no food in the dining car, but it was full of several bottles of wine, so much that Murong Qiao couldn't help but look at it when passing by.
It was these extra glances that allowed Murong Qiao to catch a glimpse of a familiar face the moment the waiter pushed the door in.
Pool with view?
Seeing the woman whose face was so red that it was completely abnormal, and who already needed to lean on the person next to her, Murong Qiao frowned and stopped.
At this moment, Chi Hanjing can hardly be said to be sober.
Murong Qiao frowned and walked a few steps closer, holding the door herself to confirm once again that she really saw the right person, and walked in directly.
At the moment of entering, the smell of alcohol is almost overwhelming, and the strong aroma is no longer intoxicating, but to the point where people frown and cover their noses.
"Ma'am, we have a private room here, you can't—"
The waiter heard the footsteps behind him, and immediately made a move to block people.
But Murong Qiao couldn't resist Murong Qiao's insistence on entering, so he broke into it.
Looking closer, Murong Qiao almost didn't bring it up.
Chi Hanjing is not drunk, looking at the empty bottle next to him, and there are two men who can be said to be clear-sighted, what does Murong Qiao not understand?
"Didn't you know this is a private room!"
Two reprimands sounded almost at the same time, at the moment Murong Qiao broke in.
Good things are about to come true, people are going to be taken away, and now someone else suddenly barged in, both Boss Qian and Han Zheng were furious.
But the anger dissipated instantly after seeing who it was.
Not to mention Han Zheng, the director who cooperated with CG, even the investor, Boss Qian Huaqian, recognized Murong Qiao's face.
"Miss Murong...I didn't expect to meet you here." Qian Hua got up and smiled apologetically.
After seeing Murong Qiao's face clearly, Qian Hua got up from the chair directly, except that his face looked a little red, where did he look like he was drunk just now?
Han Zheng didn't expect to be here, and let Murong Qiao see him, so besides laughing, he really didn't know what to say.
Murong Qiao didn't care about those things, even when he broke in, he didn't care about the waiter's obstruction, and the first thing he did was reach out to grab Chi Hanjing.
Chi Hanjing was already drunk, and his body was a little shaky.
Murong Qiao stretched out his hand to pull him away, but neither Han Zheng nor Qian Hua dared to stop him. They could only stand there and watch the "duck" who was about to get his hands be intercepted and run away.
"Chi Hanjing?" Murong Qiao successfully pulled the person in front of him and shouted.
She looked at the other party's obviously drunken state with some worry, her brows were furrowed, and she put her hand on Chi Hanjing's shoulder to prevent the other party from losing balance and falling.
Chi Hanjing didn't answer, just nodded indiscriminately, it seemed that there was still a little consciousness remaining.
Seeing as if she had been drugged, Murong Qiao made a judgment in his heart and let go, then pulled Chi Hanjing behind him, and turned his gaze to Han Zheng and Qian Hua standing in front of him.
"Unfortunately, seeing our artists suffer, I, the boss, naturally have to stand up and support them." Murong Qiao said with a cold face.
Han Zheng stood up to smooth things over, "This is also where the film crew and investors contact each other, let's have a dinner together..."
He laughed and gave Qian Hua winks at the same time, the meaning was self-evident.
There are so many things like this in the entertainment circle, it would be a bit whimsical to really manage everything.
Seeing Murong Qiao's posture protecting Chi Hanjing, Han Zheng simply thought in his heart that the big thing had turned into a small one.
"Can you touch the thighs for emotional contact?" Murong Qiao didn't like him, and directly interrupted Han Zheng's words.
"I can drink with my arms around my waist, smiling and not talking about business."
"I can hug an unfamiliar actress and talk happily."
"You call this contact relationship?"
She sneered, and directly turned the suit jacket she was wearing onto Chi Hanjing's bare shoulders, wrapping her tightly.
On the other hand, he only wore a white shirt inside, and his aura remained undiminished. Even if he spoke one-on-two, he seemed to be suppressing Han Zheng and Qian Hua.
"It's a dinner party, why is it just an artist?"
Murong Qiao did not hesitate to speak out against Han Zheng's words, "The door is still closed, and two men are holding a little girl between them, but they are pouring alcohol—"
She looked at the investor next to her, and spoke sarcastically.
"Do you still need me to break through that disgusting thought?"
What she said was rushed, all with thorns, one or two sentences hit people's pain points.
No one wanted to be thrown to the ground and trampled on. Qian Hua, who originally planned to pass by without making a sound, now felt a little embarrassed.
He wanted to get angry, but considering Murong Qiao's status and background that he couldn't offend, he swallowed the words and changed his tune again.
"Miss Murong, what are you talking about?" Qian Hua smiled, "I just like to meet actors, just now... just now is a pure misunderstanding."
"Once the wine is drunk, it is inevitable that it will be a bit overwhelming." He pushed the reason for his hands and feet to drinking.
Seeing him like this, Murong Qiao felt even more annoyed, and smiled disdainfully. "If it's true according to what you said, why didn't you talk to the director about your feelings and exchanges after drinking?"
(end of this chapter)