After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

Jiang Yi and Wen Xuan strolled around the banquet for a long time, but they never saw Shao Wanxin, but they saw Shao Hanwei, and Mrs. Qiao was holding him on a blind date.

"Mr. Wen, Miss Jiang, what a coincidence."

Qiao Feng came over with a glass of wine and greeted the two of them.

Since he came to Jiang Mansion, he has always been polite to Jiang Yi and Wen Xuan. Not only that, but also took care of Jiaxuan's business many times and sent resources to the artists under Wenxuan's hands.

"Mrs. Qiao introduced her wife to others, why didn't she find a partner for you?"

Jiang Yi glanced at him lightly, not feeling his enthusiasm.

She almost pressed Qiao Feng's face to the ground and rubbed it, but when Qiao Feng saw her, he was still polite rather than hateful, which meant that Qiao Feng had a few brushes.

Jiang Yi couldn't believe it, this guy really wanted to be her friend. It's the most terrifying thing to hate.

"I have a sweetheart, so don't bother my mother to introduce me."

Qiao Feng took a sip of red wine and looked at Wen Xuan.

He narrowed his eyes and asked suddenly, "Mr. Wen, why didn't that little **** follow you? I thought he would become your new love."

The little bunny in Qiao Feng's mouth was referring to Jiang Jingbai.

Wen Xuan gave him a cold look, "Although I like young boys, they are my friends, not a new love, so be careful when you speak."

"Oh yes, your current boyfriend is the one named Zhu Zhe."

Qiao Feng patted his forehead and smiled, "I forgot. But I have to remind President Wen that boys in the entertainment industry can play better than you think. Don't be pecked by the prey."

Jiang Yi looked at him, "What do you mean by this? Does Young Master Qiao know any inside story?"

"There is no inside story, I just said a common phenomenon."

Qiao Feng shrugged indifferently, as if he was just chatting with them casually.

"My friend is here, sorry."

When Qiao Feng left, Jiang Yi couldn't help frowning, "I don't think he just talked about it casually. Since you're tired of playing, let's change it."

"Isn't this a substitute for the eight-pack abs? Zhu Zhe's style is fairly clean, and after he was with me, he was even more clean and did not dare to touch my mold."

Wen Xuan didn't like Zhu Zhe, just played with him. She needs a man to accompany her for entertainment, and Zhu Zhe needs fame and fortune, which is a willing transaction.

Jiang Yi knew that they were not real, so he didn't say much.

"It's really weird, didn't it say that Shao Wanxin would come? What about people?"

Wen Xuan looked at the hall, but still couldn't find Shao Wanxin.

They came only for Shao Wanxin, but they never saw that guy.

Second floor, lounge.

When Zhu Zhecong came out, the shirt inside the tuxedo was a bit messy, and several buttons were dropped. You could vaguely see the bruising marks on the snow-white skin, as well as some other ambiguous marks.

Her hair was messy, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

"In such good interest?"

The agent was waiting outside, frowning when he saw him like this.

"Even with the ointment, these traces are difficult to remove. What if President Wen sees it?"

Zhu Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, and there was still a bit of spring between his eyebrows. He said lightly, "Didn't she let me practice abdominal muscles? Just said that I have been training urgently these days, and I will not see her for the time being."

"That's all I can do, I can't let her find out."

The agent thought for a while, "President Wen is still downstairs, you can leave through the back door."

Zhu Zhe nodded and was about to leave when another person came out of the lounge.

The man was in a suit and leather shoes, neatly dressed, with a warm expression and a slight arc at the corner of his mouth. But when his eyes fell on Zhu Zhe, his body shuddered.

Shao Wanxin said to him, "That thing failed, find a chance to continue. If it still can't be done, the draft champion of "Light of Youth" will have to be replaced."

Zhu Zhe's face turned pale, and he said quickly, "I...I'll find another chance."

Shao Wanxin didn't talk to him any more, turned around and left.

When his figure disappeared on the second floor, the agent asked Zhu Zhe, "What's the matter? Why didn't you tell me? Didn't he help you win the hero of the popular youth comic adaptation movie? Why? Did you get a draft resource for you?"

The agent thought it was a little strange, and the eldest young master of the Shao family was a little too kind to his artists.

"It's nothing, anyway, if I win the championship, you will also benefit."

Zhu Zhe said indifferently and left in the other direction.