Chapter 223 Extra - Liao Qian and Wu Cheng Chapter 11

Before, how could he be so humble and beg her to like him? If he hadn't been drunk, he would never have said such words.

Most likely he was drunk or he mistook her for someone else.

Thinking of this, she sighed and took advantage of his unconsciousness to say something she wouldn't normally say, "Wu Cheng, it's not like I haven't tried, but liking you is too tiring. I still want to live a more relaxed life. I'm living a good life now."

After he finished speaking, she only felt that he hugged her more tightly, and the two of them pressed their bodies closer together. He leaned on her shoulders and said in a vague voice, "No, I won't let you get tired. From now on, just let me be the one who gets tired."

"Stop it, you don't even know who you're talking to now."

"I know." After saying that, he suddenly stood up straight, holding her face with both hands, moving a little closer, his eyelashes half drooped, his head lowered lower, his breath spread and smudged onto her cheek, feeling a little hot, his nose tip lightly touched hers, he was still tilting his head, trying to leap forward.

Liao Qian turned her head away and dodged.

His lips finally stopped moving.

"Wu Cheng, you're drunk." Liao Qian trembled and tried to calm herself down.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his shoulder sink. He leaned against her shoulder with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Not knowing where his home was, Liao Qian didn't know how to take care of him, so she could only temporarily help him lie on the sofa in the lounge.

As soon as he lay down, he grabbed her wrist and kept muttering, "Don't leave."

"Stay with me."

Liao Qian wanted to break free, but she found that although he was drunk, he was still very strong and held her wrist tightly.

She slowly squatted down, her eyes fell on him, and looked at him carefully in the little light coming in from the window. Only at this time could she look at him seriously.

Worried that he would have trouble sleeping, I raised my other hand to take off his glasses and placed them on the table.

After waiting for a while, until he fell asleep, she slowly pulled her hand out.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard his cell phone ringing inside his coat.

For fear of waking him up, Liao Qian took out her cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar call. She didn't save the number, so it shouldn't be someone important. There was no way she would answer his call, so she muted the phone and put it aside.

After doing all this, I saw that he was still sleeping and was not woken up.

She couldn't stay here forever, so she stood up and was about to leave when her cell phone vibrated. This time it was not a call but a text message.

In the darkness, his screen lit up. Liao Qian glanced at it casually and saw that it was the missed call.

As for the content [Wu Cheng, I am Qianqian, is it convenient for us to meet? ]

Is it Meng Qianqian?

The tone sounds strange, have they lost contact?

Liao Qian frowned, somewhat puzzled. Could it be that they had not been together in these years? Otherwise, why didn't she have his number saved, but were still in contact via text messages?

Of course, it is not ruled out that they had an argument and are in a cold war.

No matter which one it is, the fact that Meng Qianqian took the initiative to ask him out means that there is still a complex connection between them.

At this moment, Liao Qian became even more determined that what she was doing was correct.

Fortunately, I didn't waver, so I was able to retain a bit of dignity.

Taking one last look at the sleeping person, she sighed softly, her eyes flashing with relief, as pleasant as springtime scenery, her voice relaxed and clear, "Wu Cheng, I should have known this would happen. I wish you happiness."

You see, we are still standing in the same position as before, nothing has changed.

No matter how much time passes, it will still be the same.

Please cherish the people around you, and I will also look forward.

After walking out of the lounge and telling the waiter not to disturb him, Liao Qian left.

…

From then on, Liao Qian gradually stopped thinking about it. She thought she had really let herself go.

For several months, she threw herself into her work, filming movies, commercials, accepting endorsements, appearing on TV shows, and participating in various activities.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

At the company's year-end cocktail party, she met Wu Cheng again.

He was still doing his job as usual, standing and chatting with several shareholders of the company.

Liao Qian was wearing a light blue tube top dress. Her hair was cut short for a previous movie, and it only reached her chin. The stylist only added a crystal hairpin on one side to secure it, making her look like a snow elf in a severe winter breeze.

Sister Qiao introduced her to several directors and asked her to take the initiative to make friends with them.

She went there without hesitation.

After chatting with her, she happened to meet Fang Yi. He looked her up and praised her generously, "Very beautiful."

"Thank you."

Holding champagne in hand, the two clinked glasses and said, "I didn't expect to see you today."

In fact, they haven't seen each other since that photo shoot.

During the time of announcement, it is generally difficult to see him unless it is a deliberate appointment. Fang Yi is usually low-key and rarely participates in many activities, so he is almost never seen.

"The movie is about to be released, I think it's time for us to meet."

Post-promotion is inevitable, but because of the previous scandal, I'm afraid that during the promotion period, ambiguous hot searches will be everywhere, and there will be many people who support the couple.

"You're right, but it's going to be talked about by everyone again."

Liao Qian raised her glass of champagne and took a sip. Suddenly, she felt as if a pair of eyes were staring at her from behind, hot and scorching.

She turned around and looked in that direction. It was Wu Cheng, but he was talking to someone and was not looking over there.

It must be an illusion.

Fang Yi took the initiative to suggest, "Let's go there. Director Fang is there. I can introduce him to you."

"good."

Liao Qian lifted her skirt and followed him to the other side.

Wu Cheng stared at her back, thinking of how they were chatting and laughing just now. His fingers holding the champagne clenched quietly, and his finger bones turned slightly white.

The person talking to him was the company's director Liu Zheng. Seeing that he seemed distracted and absent-minded, he joked, "I saw Mr. Wu looking in that direction all night. If you didn't know better, you would think he had his eyes on a celebrity."

Wu Cheng responded calmly to his words, "Boss Liu is joking."

"If Mr. Wu likes any of them, I can help."

These senior executives never take female celebrities seriously, and there are many cases where they treat celebrities like commodities while chatting and laughing.

To put it bluntly, in their eyes, those glamorous stars should be playthings of capital.

If you don't agree or are unwilling to do so, then forget about the company's resources and connections.

If you meet someone who is a little famous and has a little say, it doesn't matter if you have fewer resources, but offending the higher-ups is not a wise choice.

Wu Cheng naturally heard the hidden meaning in his words. His expression was indifferent, but his voice was a little deeper. "I appreciate your kindness, but you don't need to help me. Director Liu, I don't care what you do, but no one is allowed to touch her."

Liu Zheng watched him protecting his son and became more and more curious. "So, who is it?"