Weiran sighed helplessly in her heart, and without saying anything else, Leng Junyi helped her get into the car.
As the car drove towards the venue where the reception was held, Weiran sat quietly on the seat in the back.
This was the first time since Gu Mei's accident that she was brought out by Leng Junyi, and Wei Ran couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Looking back on the time she had known Leng Junyi, it was actually only a few months, but she felt like centuries had passed.
Later, she was imprisoned by Leng Junyi. For such a long time, she had not communicated with outsiders. Weiran felt that she was out of touch with the outside world.
The car quickly drove to the reception venue. As soon as the car stopped, Leng Junyi got out of the other end of the car, then carefully opened the door for Weiran, and extended a hand to her like a gentleman.
Weiran put her hand into Leng Junyi's palm, and then used his strength to get out of the car.
As soon as Weiran's feet touched the hard ground, she felt a sudden flash in front of her eyes. The strong flash made Weiran close her eyes involuntarily.
"Are you Mr. Leng's female companion tonight? What is your relationship with Mr. Leng?"
"There are rumors that Young Master Leng has very high requirements for female companions. How did you get Young Master Leng's favor?"
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When Weiran opened her eyes again, she saw a large number of reporters rushing up to ask her all kinds of pointed questions.
Wei Ran did not expect that the reception that Leng Junyi brought her to this time would be so formal, and that there would be reporters from all walks of life.
Various questions came one after another, and Weiran didn't know which one to answer. Some reporters' questions were so sharp that it was impossible to answer them.
Weiran suddenly couldn't help but took a step back. The high heels under her feet suddenly sprained, her body tilted and she almost fell down.
Leng Junyi's brows furrowed, and he reached out impatiently to push away the two reporters standing in front of Weiran, then bent down and hugged Weiran sideways.
"A Li, I don't want to see any reports about Wei Ran in tomorrow's newspapers. Please deal with it." Leng Junyi said coldly to Ali behind him, and then strode in with Wei Ran in his arms.
to the venue.
Wei Ran felt that all the eyes of the audience were on her. She buried her head on Leng Junyi's chest with some embarrassment and said dullly: "Leng Junyi, let me down."
The corners of Leng Junyi's mouth turned up slightly, but his big hands still held Weiran's waist domineeringly, without any intention of letting her go, but directly carried her into the venue.
As she walked in, Wei Ran could feel the envious and jealous eyes of countless women, swishing at her like knives.
There were so many people at the cocktail party today, and everyone saw this scene. Wei Ran can guarantee that the next day, everyone in the streets will know about it.
She has always been a low-key person, and it was only after she was with Leng Junyi that she attracted so much attention.
Leng Junyi carried Weiran into the venue and then carefully placed Weiran on a sofa.
As soon as Weiran's body touched the soft sofa, she held the edge of the sofa with her hands, trying to stand up.
"What are you going to do?" Seeing Weiran trying to stand up, Leng Junyi pressed her shoulders with his big hands and pushed her onto the sofa.
"I...I want to do some exercise." Weiran said with a slight blush.
Because of Leng Junyi's careful care, she was now the focus of the audience, and she did not want to continue to accept the vicious looks of those women.
She just wanted to find a corner, stay quietly, and spend the cocktail party peacefully.
But Leng Junyi didn't want her to be quiet, but gently knelt down in front of Weiran and gently took off Weiran's shoes.
Has she never known how to take care of herself? She has just sprained her foot, but she still wants to do some activities, isn't she afraid of injuring her even more?
Leng Junyi frowned slightly, stretched out his big hand, and gently rubbed Weiran's ankle.
The crystal lamp above his head emits bright light, and the bright light hits the side of Leng Junyi's handsome face. He looks so beautiful that it makes people feel like he is in a dream.
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment. At this moment, she felt that the person squatting in front of her was not Leng Junyi with a cold personality, but a gentle and considerate prince.
"Does it still hurt?" Leng Junyi gently rubbed Weiran's feet and asked with concern.
Weiran's thoughts were brought back to reality for a moment, and she said in a panic: "I...It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
As Wei Ran spoke, he wanted to take back the foot held by Leng Junyi.
Tonight, she had already stolen the spotlight, and she didn't want to make anyone jealous again.
At this time, everyone in the venue stared blankly at Leng Junyi's actions, as if they had been cast on a body-fixing spell. Some people's mouths were opened wide and could not be closed for a long time.
Is the Leng Junyi who gently rubbed Wei Ran's feet just now still the cold and cruel Young Master they usually know?
Why did this world suddenly become fantasy?
By the time everyone came to their senses, Leng Junyi had already helped Weiran put on her shoes, and returned to the usual young Leng who was surrounded by a cold aura.
Weiran felt restless sitting on the sofa at this time, but Leng Junyi pressed her down on the sofa domineeringly, not allowing her to move around. She could only lower her head deeply and sit there pretending to be an ostrich.
Fortunately, this was a cocktail party that only celebrities from City A could attend, and no one knew her. It was Leng Junyi who was going to be embarrassed.
However, when she thought of Leng Junyi squatting down gently and rubbing her feet in front of so many people, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, and a sweet feeling filled her heart.
Such a man is cold and domineering when outside, making people shudder. But when facing her, he is gentle, considerate and careful in everything.
Thinking of him, Weiran's heart felt warm and the smile on her lips became deeper.
Leng Junyi gently patted the back of Weiran's hand, as if to comfort her, and then walked into the venue, greeting different people politely.
Leng Junyi's elegant demeanor has a hint of coldness, his body is tense, and when he talks and laughs with others, the corners of his mouth will turn up slightly, forming a nice arc.
Such a charming man will make all the women here flutter with every move he makes.
Weiran supported her chin with one hand and kept following Leng Junyi's figure with her eyes, unknowingly staring at his figure and becoming stunned.
Suddenly, Weiran saw a lonely shadow in the noisy crowd. Her mood suddenly hit the bottom and she became a little uneasy.
She seemed to have seen Lu Anqi just now. What happened to Lu Anqi after that incident? Was he retaliated by Leng Junyi?
Wei Ran anxiously looked in the direction he just walked in, only to find that there was no one there, and there was no trace of Lu Anqi at all.
Did she just see it wrong?
Wei Ran thought with some doubts, raised his head and looked around the venue, but did not see the slightest trace of Lu Anqi's imagination.
Weiran felt that she must be hallucinating because she was too worried about Lu Anqi. She shook her head gently and forced herself not to think about these things again.
Weiran held the edge of the sofa with one hand and stood up gently. She was really injured just now. Although she was rubbed by Leng Junyi, her ankle still hurt a little when she walked.
Weiran didn't dare to use too much force, but moved little by little toward the bathroom.
The people who were able to attend this cocktail party were all celebrities from the business and political circles. After seeing all the things Leng Junyi did to Weiran, they all became very interested in Weiran. Although they did not talk about her in person, behind her back,
I have already found out everything about her life background.
Wei Ran walked into the bathroom slowly with elegant steps.
In fact, she just wanted to change to a quiet environment to adjust her current mood. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down her mood.
The restroom is at the end of the corridor, a little far away from the reception, so the environment in this place is very quiet, and accompanied by the faint pipa music, it makes people feel comfortable both physically and mentally.
After Weiran came out of the bathroom, she walked slowly in the corridor, enjoying the silence of this moment.
Suddenly, she felt her wrist being pulled hard, and before she could struggle, she was pulled into a warm embrace.
"Let me go, help, uh..." Weiran was hugged from behind. She couldn't see who it was, so she immediately shouted loudly.
But the man covered her mouth, blocking her next words.
"Of course, it's me." Lu Anqi said softly, but there was an indescribable depression in his tone.
"Aqi, are you okay?" Weiran was a little overjoyed, broke out of Lu Anqi's arms, and asked worriedly.
However, Lu Anqi did not speak, his beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly, and the expression on his face was no longer the usual gentleness, but a little gloomy.
"Aqi, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Weiran also saw something was wrong with Lu Anqi. She asked with some confusion and stretched out a hand to touch his forehead.
Lu Anqi suddenly reached out and grabbed Weiran's hand. After a long time, he sighed deeply and asked, "Ranran, have you fallen in love with him?"
Weiran's heart skipped a beat. She didn't expect Lu Anqi to ask this question.
How should she answer?
What face did she have to tell Lu Anqi that she fell in love with the man who imprisoned her, the man who killed her mother?
She felt that she had no face to face Lu Anqi. He had done so many things for her, but she could not give him anything in return.
"Of course, you don't have to answer, I... already know the answer." Seeing Weiran's hesitation, Lu Anqi spoke with some difficulty.
Just now at the venue, he saw Wei Ran and Leng Junyi in an intimate posture, exactly like a couple in love.