Chapter 303
I could still vaguely hear the paparazzi cursing, which became increasingly distant until it could no longer be heard.
Jiang Qiao retracted his gaze and looked directly at Peng Muxue, whose face was pale and blue. He ignored the unwillingness in her eyes, handed over the goblet, and smiled: "Friend, your glass."
The smiling voice pulled Peng Muxue back from her shock. She was so confused that she couldn't react.
Shouldn't Jiang Qiao have "spilled" the wine on her? How did it suddenly spill into the bushes? ! And it just happened to spill on the paparazzi's head? !
Everything just happened so fast that Peng Muxue couldn't figure out where she went wrong. Could it be that Jiang Qiao had been prepared for this?
She raised her eyes suddenly. The girl in front of her was still smiling and didn't show any abnormality. It didn't look like she had already noticed it.
Is that a coincidence?
"Ms. Peng, do you want more?" Jiang Qiao asked again, speaking in a natural tone.
Peng Muxue breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile: "Thank you......"
"You're welcome." Jiang Qiao said.
There was still a little red wine in the goblet, hanging on the wall. Peng Muxue held it in her hand, as if she was holding a hot potato.
"You, why are you......" Peng Muxue pretended to be calm, but she didn't know how to ask.
That's right, he had failed in his attempt to do something bad, so how could he have the nerve to ask again? Seeing Peng Muxue getting more and more anxious and uneasy, her face flushed, Jiang Qiao finally spoke slowly: "What?"
The question was suspicious, and Peng Muxue immediately swallowed back the words that were about to come out of her mouth: "No, nothing..."
After entering the banquet hall, Peng Muxue subconsciously followed Jiang Qiao. When Jiang Qiao stopped leisurely and asked her if she had anything else to say, she came to her senses and felt very embarrassed.
Why are you following behind Jiang Qiao?
Under the crystal light, the girl's stunning appearance made people unable to help but look at her more, but her expression was very calm, as if she didn't notice her embarrassment at all.
Peng Muxue felt suffocated for no reason and deliberately said, "Miss Jiang reacted really quickly. I didn't even notice there was someone down there."
"Ms. Jiang is so skilled at this. Does this happen often?"
This question was asked maliciously. What does "so skilled" mean? It's almost like saying that Jiang Qiao often throws red wine at people.
The rich lady in front of her was treating her like a fool and a soft persimmon.
Jiang Qiao couldn't help but laugh, but there was no smile in her eyes. She didn't want to reveal the matter. After all, they were all girls.
But some people just can't give face too much. Jiang Qiao raised her eyelids. She was taller than Peng Muxue. When she raised her face slightly, she made people feel a little arrogant.
"Yeah, it's often like this." Jiang Qiao spoke slowly, pausing before continuing: "After all, I care about others."
"If that glass of red wine hadn't been spilled downstairs, it would have probably spilled on you, Miss Peng." Jiang Qiao smiled and reminded her in an ambiguous tone, "Miss Peng, don't pour such a full glass of red wine next time."
Rich people pay the most attention to superficial rituals. When pouring red wine into a goblet, the standard is to fill it one-third full, which makes it easy to sober up and taste the wine, and also easy to hold.
Peng Muxue's glass was almost three-quarters full, and she didn't look like she was drinking at all. She almost said "an ulterior motive" out loud.
Peng Muxue: “……………………………………”
Peng Muxue was not stupid. She understood the meaning behind these words. Her face turned red and white: “You…you know everything…”
Her face was stiff, she felt embarrassed and angry. Since Jiang Qiao knew everything, why did he still watch her make a fool of herself? !
Peng Muxue's gentle expression was almost distorted, but Jiang Qiao turned a blind eye.
"What should I know?" Jiang Qiao tilted his head and pretended to be confused and sighed: "Miss Peng is really weird."
Peng Muxue: “……………………………………”
The girl in front of him smiled like a spring flower, but her clear black eyes were icy cold. Peng Muxue panicked for no reason and pinched herself tightly before she could calm down.
She stopped talking and almost fled in a panic.
Peng Muxue walked too fast and almost bumped into someone. She apologized repeatedly, her face turned red.
Jiang Qiao retracted her gaze and stopped looking at him. Although she didn't know why the rich girl, who looked strong on the outside but was actually weak, did not care.
At the beginning of the dinner, Jiang Qiao sat at a table with several senior executives of Jinse, as well as several top male and female stars of similar status.
They all knew each other, and some of them had even worked together before. They all got along very well, and at least they looked very happy in front of the camera.
Jiang Qiao took a few more sips of red wine. Although she only took a small sip each time, there were many people coming to toast her, and there were also many people she needed to toast. Even if she took a small sip each time, it would not be enough.
After drinking more than half of the glass of red wine, Jiang Qiao could feel her cheeks burning. The crystal light was a little dim, shining on her face, like a bright peach petal, making her feel itchy and unable to resist taking a bite.
"Xiao Qiao, are you drunk?"
A deep and magnetic male voice sounded beside his ears, and the unfamiliar scent of agarwood lingered at the tip of his nose. Jiang Qiao subconsciously frowned.
The man came close, his handsome face almost touching hers. He was the male lead in her last ancient puppet drama, and he had a lot of girlfriend fans.
Jiang Qiao stepped back and distanced himself: "A little bit."
Her tone was neither unfamiliar nor intimate, but Hu Xinyang smiled, deliberately turned sideways to show his better-looking right face, and said gently: "Then I will take you home later?"
There were fans waiting outside, and countless paparazzi. Hu Xinyang was just short of saying he wanted to hype up the couple.
Jiang Qiao felt annoyed. She was drunk and just wanted to be quiet. She didn't want to talk at all. The scent of agarwood lingered in her nose for a long time, so Jiang Qiao became even more annoyed: "Can you stay away from me?"
Jiang Qiao raised his eyes and said seriously, "You smell bad."
Hu Xinyang: “……………………………………”
This was the first time someone asked him to stay away and said he smelled bad. Hu Xinyang was a little unresponsive for a moment. He suspected that he had heard it wrong.
Seeing someone looking at him in confusion, his stiff expression returned to his usual gentleness.
"Xiao Qiao doesn't like the scent of agarwood?" Hu Xinyang joked to ease the atmosphere: "Then what kind of perfume do you like? Can you recommend one to me?"
Recommend shit, Jiang Qiao was almost annoyed to death, took a deep breath, expressionless: "I like the smell of my boyfriend."
!
Hu Xinyang was so shocked that he almost couldn't breathe, and he suppressed his voice: "You have a boyfriend?!"
How come he hasn't heard of it?!
Oh no, Hu Xinyang thought of the hot search, swallowed his saliva, and asked tentatively: "Is it the man in the video?"
"No." Jiang Qiao remained serious: "That's my fiancé."
Hu Xinyang: “…………………………”
Woohoo, my period is here. It hurts.
Hu Xinyang was confused: A boyfriend and a fiancé, is this even human language?
Lu Gou picks up the fragments: This piece is my boyfriend, and that piece is my fiancé too~
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