Top beauties: Beijing bigwigs gathered at Shura Field

Chapter 18 Huiyun Mansion

By the time everyone reacted and subconsciously opened the comment section, the focus of the discussion in the front row had already shifted.

[Oh my god! ! ! Honey, you are really too beautiful]

[Wow, I've been worried all day, but now I'm suddenly relieved. Wanwan, we'll be waiting for your show to start]

[I'm dead, those who came here to watch the show have become fans, I really like videos with this kind of feel]

[Who knows? Although her face is not shown, I have already visualized how beautiful Wanwan is in my mind. Or, no matter what Wanwan looks like, it is not that important to me, I just like you! ]

[I just fell in love with a female anchor and I became her diehard fan. Come on, trolls. I’m so strong now]

[A passerby is saying this. Let’s not talk about the whole story. With Jiang Wan’s innate conditions, it’s only a matter of time before he becomes famous. There’s really no need to ride on the popularity. If Wanxiang wants to whitewash Chi Ye, it should find another way.]

Of course, it is impossible for the comment section to be completely free of sour remarks.

[You also took advantage of this wave of popularity, and actually gained tens of thousands of followers]

[Are you still pretending to be calm? Chi Ye has postponed the start of the show tonight to 9 o'clock. Just wait to be slapped in the face.]

Jiang Wan actually received many more comments like this in his private messages.

Looking at some overly intense words in the private messages on the screen, Jiang Wan's eyes deepened, but she didn't find it strange.

Chi has been live streaming for nearly two years. His fan base is there, and there are many fans who spend real money to watch his live streaming every day.

Believing in Chi Ye means believing that the time and money you spent in the first place were correct and worthwhile.

In the unacceptable situation, she naturally became the bad person to be "dealt with".

Just as her fair fingertips were sliding across the screen of her phone and she was about to exit Weibo, a large hand suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her forward. At the same time, a deep and clear male voice came from above her ear.

"Be careful."

The person who almost hit her said sorry and ran out of the alley.

Jiang Wan quickly came to his senses and when he looked up subconsciously, he met He Nanchao's slightly worried gaze.

The young man was wearing a simple white T-shirt with a camera hanging on his chest. His arm, which was holding her waist, was smooth and had the lines of a mature man. His appearance and temperament had changed a lot since the first time they met.

In fact, He Nanchao originally had excellent bone structure and outstanding eyebrows and eyes, but his unshaven appearance made him look particularly shabby.

Now that it has been slightly trimmed, the smooth and clear outline can no longer be concealed, and the heroic and clean aura around it easily makes people feel good about it.

At this moment, the two were extremely close, their breathing even mixed together for a moment, and it was He Nanchao who heard the thumping of his own heartbeat.

Now he is Jiang Wan's photographer, and no one knows how beautiful Jiang Wan is better than him.

But the feeling at this moment is completely different from when it was filmed.

He could hardly restrain his gaze from slowly moving down from the dark eyes of the person in front of him, and finally landed on her lips, which were still pink and tender despite not having any makeup on.

But it was only for a moment, He Nanchao quickly regained his senses, let go of his hand, then glanced away and changed the subject.

"Do you live here?"

This was the first time He Nanchao came to the downstairs of Jiang Wan's residence. The level of chaos and dilapidation was obviously not much better than Xiting Street.

He was used to living in a place like this, but Jiang Wan shouldn't be here.

Jiang Wan curled his lips and nodded indifferently.

"Yes. Nan Chao, thank you for sending me home. I have a live broadcast later, so I won't delay your return."

He Nanchao seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He nodded, waved and left.

Looking at the man's leaving back, Jiang Wan stood there in silence for a moment before turning around and going upstairs.

*

At the same time, Huiyun Mansion, the top club in Beijing.

The prosperous night scene of Beijing's commercial district can be seen through the floor-to-ceiling windows. However, several tall and elegant men sitting at the square table by the window have no intention of appreciating the night view. They are holding wine glasses and talking in low voices.

"Fu Chi, I still want to remind you that although the second son of the Xie family is always easy to talk to, once it involves his brother, things will be completely different.

If it is not necessary, I suggest you explain it to your childhood sweetheart."

Almost all the people present were smart people and they did have a close relationship. Fu Chi was the youngest among them, so they naturally had to remind him when necessary.

Fu Chi was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly to show that he understood.

The man who had just spoken, Ji Ruzheng, sighed and shook his head when he saw this.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking into the entrance of the box in front of him. His eyes moved, and he immediately put out the cigarette at his fingertips and stood up.

"Brother Heng."

Fu Chi turned around subconsciously and saw Xie Heng, who was wearing a black shirt and had an exceptionally tall and slender figure, standing behind the receptionist.

The man nodded at them and sat down directly on the inner side.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on him, Xie Heng didn't feel uncomfortable. He just chuckled and said, "From the looks of it, aren't you just looking for me to get together tonight?"

His tone seemed teasing and dissatisfied, but it was also just the right amount of joking.

Ji Ruzheng, who was the most familiar with him among the people present, smiled in a casual tone.

"Brother Heng, what are you thinking? We really heard that you are not too busy these two days, so we are looking for an opportunity to see you. Otherwise, I say that I have face, but how can ordinary people invite you out so easily?"

This was obviously a joke, and Xie Heng shook his head.

"You are such a poor talker."

Having said that, Xie Heng had a smile on his face, and he was obviously in a good mood. The atmosphere on the field became increasingly lively.

When he felt the time was right, Ji Ruzheng glanced at Fu Chi, who was quite silent, and said casually, "By the way, Brother Heng, will you go to the private auction at Linqi Villa tomorrow?"

As soon as the words fell, the surroundings fell silent almost instantly, and Xie Heng, who was sipping his tea, paused subtly.

After a moment, he slowly put down the teacup, and his half-smiley eyes slowly fell on Ji Ruzheng's face.

"I've never been interested in these things, you know that."

At this point his tone was still as slow and gentle as ever, but Ji Ruzheng's heart inexplicably skipped a beat, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

Although they have been wary of the eldest brother of the Xie family since childhood, a man who seems gentle and refined but can easily manipulate those so-called powerful children by outsiders, their relationship with Xie Heng is still relatively close.

But perhaps because they are all members of the Xie family after all, in the past two years, Xie Heng has gradually developed that familiar sense of oppression, which makes people dare not have any extra thoughts.