Chapter 302
A few rich ladies not far away were still sighing, saying that he looked better in person than on the screen, and asked to take a photo with him later.
Peng Muxue's fingers kept tightening as she stared at the red spot in front of her. In addition to contempt, her eyes were filled with hatred.
Thinking of the ridicule she had suffered in the past two days, the jealousy and hatred in her eyes became even stronger.
Peng Muxue actually didn't think Lu Xun had the ability to rebel against his family. He just left on impulse. It wouldn't be long before he would have to come back and get engaged to her. So when her friends asked about the marriage at the party, she confidently agreed.
Unexpectedly, she was severely slapped in the face. Lu Xun did not take her seriously at all. In order to resist this marriage, he even refused to return to the Sheng family.
I don't know who spread this story, but in the end, Lu Xun avoided her as much as possible. Those who originally envied her also laughed at her, saying that she was shameless and stuck to him.
As the only daughter of the Peng family, she grew up surrounded by the stars and was the only one who could refuse others. She had never suffered such humiliation.
She hid at home and cried for several days, until the day before yesterday, when a stranger sent a file to her mailbox. When she opened it, it was full of group photos.
The tall and straight man bent down slightly and embraced the petite and slender girl in front of him, with a gentle and doting smile on his face without disguising it.
Jiang Qiao... Jiang Qiao...
She almost bit her teeth to pieces as she saw the red in her sight. She walked towards the open corridor. Peng Muxue stood up and picked up the red wine beside her.
In the open corridor, a light night breeze blew in from the window. The late autumn wind was a little cool. When it blew on Jiang Qiao's skin, he felt the heat on his face fade a little, and his mind became clearer after drinking.
In such an occasion, it would be unacceptable not to drink. The brand manager took the initiative to toast her, and she had no choice but to drink.
After blowing for a while, Jiang Qiao felt his body cool and the alcohol had almost dissipated. He turned around and wanted to go back.
After walking a few steps, a person came out from the corner and almost bumped into her. Jiang Qiao frowned almost imperceptibly, took the initiative to step back, and said politely, "Sorry."
The person on the other side did not respond or move. Jiang Qiao looked over in confusion. It was a gentle and pretty girl, but she did not recognize her.
Out of politeness, Jiang Qiao smiled faintly and nodded. Even though he had said hello, he was about to leave when he heard the girl speak.
"Are you Jiang Qiao?"
Jiang Qiao was not surprised by this question. Without being modest, she said that her face was quite well-known.
"Yes, may I ask what can I do for you?" Jiang Qiao responded.
Her tone was polite yet distant, and Jiang Qiao had no idea who she was.
Peng Muxue tightened her grip on the wine glass, but smiled as she spoke: "It's a bit offensive..."
Peng Muxue introduced herself: "Hello, my last name is Peng."
"I really like your drama, can we take a photo together?"
Peng Muxue smiled gently and friendly, and spoke modestly and politely, but Jiang Qiao did not see much affection in her eyes, and even saw a hint of disdain.
Here comes another one. Jiang Qiao thinks these rich girls are interesting. They obviously look down on celebrities from the bottom of their hearts, but they take the initiative to take photos with them. It's really hard for them.
Although he thought so, Jiang Qiao did not point it out, but nodded with a standard smile: "Okay, Miss Peng."
It’s just a photo, no need to offend anyone.
"That's great." Peng Muxue looked happy. She took out her phone from her bag and turned on the camera before asking, "Can I use my phone?"
"sure."
After taking the photos, they can leave. There is no need to push, pull, add WeChat, send photos, etc. Jiang Qiao let Peng Muxue come over and stand next to her.
Peng Muxue held her phone in one hand and a glass of red wine in the hand closest to Jiang Qiao. She said awkwardly, "It's not easy for me to take pictures with one hand. Miss Jiang, can you hold the glass for me?"
Peng Muxue looked expectant and a little embarrassed, but she handed over the wine glass very decisively.
The transparent glass goblet contains wine-red liquid, which is slightly shaken when handed over. A faint aroma of red wine can be smelled, and a little liquid spills out.
Jiang Qiao stared at it for a few seconds, her eyes flickered imperceptibly, and when she met Peng Muxue's expectant gaze, she replied, "Okay."
As soon as the words fell, a hint of pride and contempt flashed across Peng Muxue's eyes. Jiang Qiao saw all of this, but the smile on his lips remained unchanged.
When you don't know what the other party's purpose is, the best way is to take the initiative.
Jiang Qiao took the wine glass and looked at the front camera of his phone. With a slight "click" sound, the photo froze.
After taking the photo, Jiang Qiao did not take it lightly. He handed over the wine glass and took the initiative to say, "The dinner will start soon. Let's go in."
Peng Muxue did not take the wine glass that was handed to her. She seemed not to have seen it. She suddenly moved closer, put the phone in front of Jiang Qiao's eyes, and praised the photo:
"Oh, Miss Jiang is indeed a star, she is so photogenic."
Without any warning, he squeezed over, his arm deliberately bent to touch the wine glass, and Peng Muxue could hardly suppress the smugness on the corners of his lips.
She was wearing a long white dress today. After drinking this glass of red wine, her dress would be ruined. From the perspective of the paparazzi hiding downstairs, it would seem that Jiang Qiao took the initiative to pour wine on her.
A top star threw red wine at a fan, this is a "good" trending headline.
Thinking of this, Peng Muxue subconsciously glanced at the paparazzi downstairs, and the smugness on the corners of her mouth could hardly be suppressed.
In the bush downstairs, the bribed paparazzi held a camera, pointed the lens at the corridor on the second floor, and pressed the shutter button, ready to capture the most explosive moment at any time.
The paparazzi stared at the camera excitedly, and the next second, a "line" of liquid fell from the sky, dousing him from head to toe, and the pungent smell of alcohol filled his nose, and the camera did not escape it either;
"Damn, my camera!"
The paparazzi cursed subconsciously, stood up from the bushes, and the first thing he did was to wipe the red wine off the camera in a hurry.
His voice was loud, which alarmed the security guard standing outside, who quickly came over.
Paparazzi were not allowed to enter the backstage. The media reporters who were allowed to enter were all inside. Although it was unknown how the paparazzi got in, the security guards still took him away.
The second floor had a full view of the movement downstairs. Jiang Qiao took back the empty wine glass slowly, without any change in expression.
As an actress, the camera is her compulsory course. From the moment she stood here, Jiang Qiao noticed that the camera was pointed at her.
So, when Peng Muxue was about to touch the wine glass, she did not hastily take back the glass to avoid it, nor did she panic. Instead, she quickly poured the glass of red wine directly into the bushes downstairs.
Here I come!
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