The man smiled again, seeming to sense her resistance. He reached out and patted her shoulder, only to see the woman in front of him bounce away like a deer. Her wide skirt was blown away by the wind.
Nie Pianpian.
The man narrowed his eyes and looked at her dangerously: "Are you afraid of me? Why? Do I look like a bad person?"
"Like." If he hadn't mentioned Gu Nianchen, she would have doubted whether this person had sneaked in. He exuded a temperament that was both good and evil. How could a serious socialite be invited to a scene like this?
He is clearly a little ruffian!
"Haha--" Amused by her tone, the man laughed even more happily, "It doesn't matter, you think it's like that. Anyway, we have a long time to come, and we will get to know each other gradually."
The sentence "The days are long" made Cen Zhiqiao break out in a cold sweat. What was going on with this man? He looked so scary.
He simply didn't say anything to her, glared at him, grabbed his skirt, turned around and ran out as if running away.
There was not even a moment of silence, and there were strange people saying strange things. Was this person really invited to attend the charity gala?
When Gu Nianchen came towards her, she immediately ran into his arms. It was a bit cold outside, so she leaned into his arms and felt the heat rising up, and then she felt a little warmer.
"What's wrong?" Gu Nianchen asked worriedly even though his hands were so cold and his forehead was still covered in sweat.
"It's nothing, I just met a weirdo." Cen Zhiqiao stuck out his tongue, "He spoke weirdly and said he was someone you know."
Gu Nianchen raised his eyebrows: "I know him?" Who?
As if to answer his doubts, as soon as he finished speaking, another voice suddenly sounded, "Gu Nianchen, long time no see."
The sound was not loud, but it was enough to make Gu Nianchen tense up and freeze there. Seeing the figure approaching, Gu Nianchen's body trembled slightly.
"Jing Biao? When did you come back?"
Cen Zhiqiao had never seen Gu Nianchen lose his composure like this before. The imperceptible tremor in his voice made her a little uneasy in her arms. She couldn't help but wonder more and more about the origin of this man named Jing Biao.
"Why can't I come back, or do you want me to never come back in my life?" His tone was confused and unclear. There was no smile on his face. His eyes slid across the faces of Cen Zhiqiao and Gu Nianchen. Every time, they could