More and more people left the dance floor.
Men and women were embracing each other like mandarin ducks. Jiang Xi and Han Chen blended into the crowd and gradually became less conspicuous.
"Miss Jiang has doubts."
Han Chen's tone was firm. He "took" her for a spin in a realistic manner. The girl "stuck" to his arms obediently, but Han Chen knew very well that this man had only temporarily retracted his sharp claws.
"Yes, I am confused."
Jiang Xi said calmly, "Why did Mr. Han help me?"
"Miss Jiang is very smart, why don't you guess it yourself?"
While turning around, Jiang Xi's fingertips in white gloves accidentally touched the other person's, and she trembled with a touch of electricity. Han Chen immediately said "sorry".
"Is it... for your friend? Or something else?"
Han Chen looked at the girl who tilted her head in confusion. She looked cute and lovely. He smiled silently, his eyes full of joy. "Half right."
"Mr. Chu is so powerful and influential, and I'm just a humble commoner. I can't even get away from him, so how can I possibly deal with him?"
"This is one time, that is another time."
Han Chen is half a head taller than Jiang Xi. When he lowers his head and looks at people seriously, he looks extremely doting to outsiders. The two of them, one with his head raised and the other lowered, look like a painting from afar.
It's just that the topic of discussion about this painting is not very pleasant.
"No one can predict what the future holds. What if Miss Jiang becomes capable in the future..."
"Han just wants to ask for a favor and put yesterday's incident behind us. I'll also watch over Xiaotian and prevent him from harassing Miss Jiang any further. How do you think that is?"
Jiang Xi stared at her toes in silence, stubbornly refusing to answer, and just swayed her waist silently with the person in front of her.
She originally thought that this man saved her last night out of kindness, but now it seems that he was mostly worried that his friend surnamed Chu would make a big mistake, so he went through a lot of trouble to make up for it.
Jiang Xi felt a little disappointed.
Although this disappointment is shallow.
She unconsciously pulled her hand back, but Han Chen grabbed the fingertips of a pair of white gloves. She struggled but couldn't get free. "What are you doing?"
"Miss Jiang is getting stuck in a rut again."
Han Chen took her and circled around to a Roman column in the club.
The round Roman column is about as thick as two people's arms can hold, and it casts a large shadow in front of the column, which happens to be the blind spot of vision.
Jiang Xi's nerves subconsciously tensed up, his fists clenched, and he looked at him warily, like a cheetah.
Han Chen chuckled softly and pushed her towards the Roman column. Their bodies were so close that they could almost smell each other's breath. The refreshing scent of his aftershave came over her.
Jiang Xi frowned uncomfortably, a hint of impatience flashing across his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
"Miss Jiang, didn't you notice? You weren't bothered by Fatty Tang's hug, nor by the guy with the instant noodle head, but why did you react so strongly to Xiaotian and me? Oh, right, you have that little lover of yours, and you reacted so strongly too."
"so what?"
Jiang Xi felt angry about his privacy being invaded.
Han Chen looked at her with a hint of pity in his eyes. This condescending pity made Jiang Xi very angry. She laughed sarcastically, "Mr. Han must have become addicted to being a savior."
"Miss Jiang, if the festering and rotting wound is left untreated for a long time, it will be fatal."
Han Chen's eyes were calm and his expression was calm.
That's where his kindness ends.
I just couldn't bear to see this wolf cub, whose skin had been peeled and whose heart had been gouged out, trembling and wandering around the street.
While Jiang Xi was stunned, Han Chen had already left.
The music stopped.
Fatty Tang was looking for her everywhere. When he saw her coming out from behind the Roman column, her face still a little unnaturally pale, he asked anxiously, "Xiaoxi, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Xi wiped his face: "Nothing."
She forced a smile and asked, "Are the awards going to be given out?"
"A little later, I heard it will be broadcast live."
Jiang Xi said "Oh", and Fatty Tang saw that she was a little absent-minded and glanced at her worriedly.
The award was presented by Chu Tian himself.
After a handshake and a large check representing one million, the Masked Singer Competition officially came to an end.
Jiaotangbuda suggested joining the skewers, but Fatty Tang retorted, "My Shuishui has to go back to school tomorrow, so I won't join you guys."
"Okay, leave me your contact information."
"Xiao Shuishui, don't forget to beat me~"
The three of them exchanged WeChat accounts and even created a WeChat group. They agreed to keep in touch frequently and then went their separate ways.
"Brother Da is just a chatterbox, but Sister Feifei can control him."
Jiang Xi shook her head and smiled before returning to the guest room. Someone else delivered the check to her, so she simply gave it directly to Tang Gu to cash it, planning to go back tomorrow to withdraw the money.
"Dad, yes, I'll be back tomorrow... Yes, yes, the bonus is huge... This time we'll choose a big house, yes, 640,000."
"Our daughter is amazing."
Jiang's father's cheerful voice came from the receiver. Jiang's mother was also awake. "Xixi, come back early tomorrow. I've called the school for you. Don't worry, okay?"
Jiang's mother explained something incoherently, and Jiang Xi's dizzy heart finally settled down after hearing the two familiar voices.
On the table, a business card with a white background and gold foil was crumpled into a ball and thrown aside casually.
Jiang Xi put down his phone, couldn't help but take another glance, turned over and closed his eyes.
The six characters "Bailey Psychological Clinic" were worn away, revealing a damaged corner.
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