[Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Does Song Qiqin's face hurt right now? Hahaha...]
[Boss Ha: That green tea bitch is trying to harm me! I need to tell my wife about this big thing right away.]
【Don't be ridiculous, my sister was just thirsty.】
[Don't try to defend her, you brainless fans. She's not so thirsty that she'd die if she didn't drink some water right now.]
Song Qiqin is not old, but she has been in the entertainment industry for quite some time. Most of the sugar daddies she usually meets like to flirt with female celebrities, engaging in some ambiguous interactions so that they can communicate more easily later. This is the first time she has met someone like Qiao An who is so stubborn.
Seeing the water glass in the trash can, Song Qiqin couldn't hold back her anger and almost lost it. Her manager frantically gave her meaningful glances, reminding her that this endorsement opportunity with Jinse was quite rare and that Song Qiqin must swallow her pride.
Song Qiqin's face was so gloomy it could drip water, but she still bit her lip and forced an apology.
"Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry. I was a little short-sighted just now, and my behavior may have been slightly inappropriate."
Qiao An looked up at Secretary Jin and said, "Song Qiqin's image is not suitable for the tone of this product. Let's replace her."
"yes."
Secretary Jin respectfully acknowledged Qiao An's words and stepped forward to persuade Song Qiqin to leave the photography studio.
Qiao An reached out and pulled Du Xiaoruo to sit down beside her, wrapping her arms around her waist and nuzzling her chin against the top of her fluffy head.
What brings you here?
Du Xiaoruo placed the mousse cake on the coffee table. "I came from Xiyou and saw that the desserts there looked good, so I brought you one."
Qiao An rubbed against her shoulder for a long time like a spoiled puppy before reluctantly letting go.
"Why don't you come to my office to eat? I just received a box of Panama Geisha coffee this morning, why don't you try it?"
There were still quite a few staff members in the studio. Du Xiaoruo was already shy from being held and rubbed against by Qiao An. Upon hearing his words, she grabbed Qiao An and rushed out of the studio without stopping.
Qiao An personally made coffee for Du Xiaoruo, casually introducing it as follows:
"These coffee beans are grown under the shade of pomegranate trees in the mountains of Panama. They are very rare. I waited quite a while to buy them. You should try them later."
"good."
Du Xiaoruo took out the mousse cake and arranged it, one cake with two small silver spoons.
While waiting for her coffee to be ready, Du Xiaoruo leaned comfortably against the sofa and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.
Outside the 360-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, the setting sun was slowly sinking, while inside, the aroma of coffee filled the air and cakes wafted sweetly. Perhaps it was because I saw my dream attic today, but even someone as unsentimental as me became unusually emotional.
Qiao An served coffee in two handmade, gold-painted cups and placed them on the coffee table in front of him. He put his arm around Du Xiaoruo's waist, sat down close to her, and watched the sunset slowly sink below the horizon with her.
The smart lights in the room sensed the change in light and turned on several ambient lights one after another, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere in the space.
Du Xiaoruo leaned closer to smell the coffee; it was indeed rich and fragrant.
Qiao An popped a spoonful of mousse cake into her mouth and asked, "Why did you go to Xiyou today? Were you with Xia Qing and the others?"
Mentioning what happened that afternoon made Du Xiaoru feel a little strange. She swallowed the cake.
"Xia Qing actually likes Mu Hua. I didn't realize it at all before. She was talking to Fan Yue about it today. I was thirsty and busy drinking milk tea, so I didn't think much of it. It was only on my way here that I realized how sudden and strange this is."
Joanne leaned over, took a tissue, and wiped the cream off her lips.
He picked up his coffee and took small sips.
Actually, after learning about Liu Zhi's situation yesterday, Qiao An felt that something was not quite right, but at the time her mind was full of worry, fearing that Du Xiaoruo would leave after completing her mission like Liu Zhi, and she did not think about Mu Hua's matter in detail.
Now that she heard that Xia Qing also liked Mu Hua, Qiao An finally realized that something was wrong.
He put down his coffee cup and said seriously.
"Xiaoruo, let's analyze this matter. Muhua felt very guilty after Liu Zhi died, and even thought about suicide, right?"
Du Xiaoruo nodded, "That's right."
Joanne continued,
"But a person won't die because of guilt, they'll only die for love. That means Mu Hua fell in love with Liu Zhi. And look at Xia Qingye's romantic history. She had no lingering feelings for Qiao Qingchuan, and even suddenly fell in love with Mu Hua in such a short time. What does that mean?"
Du Xiaoruo got goosebumps from his words and asked in a low voice, "What does that mean?"
Joanne gently tapped her on the forehead.
"Didn't you read those romance novel tutorials properly? It's all written here. This shows that Mu Hua's consciousness has awakened. Xia Qing is still following the plot in a daze, but Mu Hua has already developed his own independent personality, and he has already fallen in love with Liu Zhi."
"What will happen to him once he has an independent personality?" Du Xiaoruo felt a little ashamed, not expecting that Qiao An could understand romance novels so well.
After Liu Zhi died, Mu Hua lost his lover and contemplated suicide.
However, if Mu Hua were to learn that Liu Zhi was actually a transmigrated female supporting character who was only with him to complete a mission, and even knew that the world he lived in was not real, his beliefs would still crumble, but this time they would crumble even more completely.
Joanne suddenly stood up.
"Mu Hua may have gotten into trouble."
Joan's Rolls-Royce sped out of the building's parking lot. Du Xiaoruo sat in the passenger seat, repeatedly dialing Mu Hua's cell phone, but no one answered.
Unable to reach Mu Hua by phone, Du Xiaoruo grew increasingly uneasy. She first contacted Director Kang and obtained the phone number of Mu Hua's agent, then got in touch with Mu Hua's agent.
The agent sounded even more anxious than Du Xiaoruo.
“I’m also looking for Mu Hua. He was supposed to join the crew yesterday, but he told me yesterday morning that he had some personal matters to attend to, and I haven’t been able to contact him since.”
Du Xiaoruo asked, "Did you go to Mu Hua's house?"
“I called the aunt, but he wasn’t home. The aunt and Xiaoshu were home, so I didn’t dare to disturb them, afraid of scaring the child.”
"Okay, then let's keep in touch if there's any news."
After hanging up the phone with her agent, Du Xiaoruo turned to Qiao An and said, "There's no need to go home. Mu Hua isn't home; it's just Xiao Shu and Auntie."
Qiao An checked the navigation; they weren't far from Mu Hua's house now.
"Let's go pick up Xiaoshu first. In case something really happens to Muhua, at least Xiaoshu will have someone to look after her."
Mu Hua lived in the oldest district of Wencheng. Not only were the houses old, but the roads were also narrow and there were many cars. As soon as a Rolls-Royce drove in, it would be stuck in a traffic jam.
Du Xiaoruo glanced at the road conditions outside and pointed to a parking lot on the right that had been converted from a sidewalk. "You park your car over there, and then we'll ride our shared electric bikes over there."
The area was almost completely blocked off. Even though the parking lot was right in front of them, it took the Rolls-Royce nearly ten minutes to get there.
Du Xiaoruo jumped out of the car, took out her phone and scanned a shared electric scooter. Qiao An was on the back seat, holding a phone for navigation, and they drove towards Mu Hua's house.
The neighborhood where Mu Hua and his friends live is called "Sunshine Garden." Just from the name, you can tell it's an old neighborhood that's been around for a long time.
The perimeter of the residential area is surrounded by shops, some selling steamed buns and fried dough sticks, others selling clothes and fruit, and still others running small guesthouses. People come and go, and all sorts of noises fill the air.
Since transmigrating, Du Xiaoruo has always lived in mountain resorts and high-end apartments, and now she lives in a quiet villa area. Suddenly, she finds this bustling environment noisy. Mu Hua, on the other hand, clearly has the money to improve his living conditions, but he insists on staying here, which shows that he is quite nostalgic.
As the electric scooter approached the entrance of the residential area, Du Xiaoruo suddenly saw a large crowd gathered in front of a small hotel, with police tape in place. Her heart skipped a beat, and her hands gripping the handlebars trembled slightly.
They parked their car outside the crowd, where various voices of discussion could be heard from the noisy crowd.
A middle-aged woman's voice said,
"I heard someone committed suicide by burning charcoal. Oh dear, what a terrible thing to do. How are people supposed to do business now?"
Another deep male voice said, "Don't talk nonsense. It wasn't suicide. It seems like they're hiding a drug addict here."
"What drug addict? He's a murderer. You're the one talking nonsense."
Du Xiaoruo and Qiao An stood outside and listened for a while, becoming more and more confused. They didn't know which of these rumors was true, and at the same time, they felt a little uneasy, fearing that the person who had an accident inside was really Mu Hua, because the time and place were too coincidental.
A commotion suddenly broke out among the people at the front of the line, and someone shouted from within the crowd.
"They're out, they're out! The police are bringing that person out."
Joan was tall; he could see the scene at the entrance of the guesthouse by standing on tiptoe. He hadn't yet seen what was in front of him clearly.
Someone poked me in the lower back.
Qiao An turned around and saw that standing behind him was Mu Hua, who was poking his lower back with an ice cream stick.
"What are you two doing? What's all the fuss about?"
As Mu Hua spoke, he also stood on tiptoe and looked inside. Several people walked out of the narrow glass door of the guesthouse, led by two policemen in bulletproof uniforms. They walked ahead to disperse the crowd.
As the crowd gradually dispersed, several more people emerged from behind, all of them uniformed police officers, surrounding a handcuffed woman in the center.
Mu Hua's pupils suddenly dilated, and he pointed the popsicle stick in the air.
"Hey, isn't that so-and-so?"
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