He Mingxiao himself is polite and courteous to both guests and staff, and is distant but not arrogant.
What really surprised Lang Zhuo was that during a break in the recording, while the guests were touching up their makeup or chatting, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of He Mingxiao hiding behind the camera lights, secretly watching Nan Xian with eyes full of tenderness.
Lang Zhuo was inwardly marveling at how devoted he was when he saw He Mingxiao quietly take out his phone from his pocket and take a picture of Nan Xian laughing and talking with the people around her.
Lang Zhuo: ......? ? ?
And if he wasn't mistaken, He Mingxiao's phone lock screen and home screen wallpaper were both photos of Nan Xian.
He Mingxiao's assistant, a quick and meticulous young man, showed no surprise at seeing his boss's infatuated expression, as if He Mingxiao had been like this for a long time.
As he stood there in a daze, the assistant suddenly seemed to notice something, turned around sharply, and their eyes met.
The assistant stood silently in front of He Mingxiao and whispered something to him.
He Mingxiao raised an eyebrow and looked in Lang Zhuo's direction.
Lang Zhuo felt a chill run down his spine and quickly looked away, taking a sip of water to calm himself down.
Lang Zhuo: Oh dear, did I see something I shouldn't have? I'm not going to be silenced, am I?
However, it is clear that his worries were unnecessary.
He Mingxiao respected him greatly, and his words implied that he hoped he could take better care of Nan Xian on the show.
Lang Zhuo was completely relieved and let down his guard, treating him like a junior for the first time.
At this very moment—
Seeing He Mingxiao's sincere smile, Lang Zhuo felt even more moved.
"A heart of a tiger, yet a gentle touch like a rose"—that perfectly describes He Mingxiao.
He looked at the two people walking towards him and couldn't help but chuckle—
These two girls really have completely different attitudes towards He Mingxiao.
Nan Xian clearly disliked He Mingxiao. She was all smiles when she was exchanging pleasantries with him, but as soon as she turned her gaze to He Mingxiao, her expression immediately turned cold, and she gave him a perfunctory greeting.
Lang Zhuo thought with great schadenfreude: If it weren't for the cameras filming here, she probably wouldn't have bothered to even glance at He Mingxiao.
As for Wei Zeling... he silently voted her out in his heart.
The moment Wei Zeling saw He Mingxiao, her eyes were like a mouse discovering rice—a purposeful and determined look that sent a chill down his spine, even for a seasoned player like him who had been navigating the dating scene for years.
She quickly tidied her wind-blown hair, smiled sweetly, and said, "Brother Mingxiao, have you found any clues? I just came from over there," she pointed towards the chess table, "There's an old man over there, he has some clues!"
Nan Xian glanced at her and sneered inwardly: Heh, see? She just said she would share any clues she found with me, but only a few minutes later, she's already sold me out.
He Mingxiao gave a blank "hmm" and then looked at Nan Xian, his voice immediately softening: "Aren't you dressed a little lightly? The temperature will drop further later, remember to put on another layer."
Nan Xian: "Thank you, Mr. He. I'm not cold."
He was about to say something more when Wei Zeling, unwilling to give up, interrupted him. She pouted, half-coquettish and half-wronged, and said, "Brother Mingxiao, I'm wearing even less, why don't you ask me? When we slept together as kids, you would cover me with a blanket every night!"
Nan Xian was caught off guard by such bold and daring words and almost choked on her own saliva. She glanced at the two of them with a rather surprised look.
Oh, is that so?
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