After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

  Although Xiao Gu tried his best to coax Shen Xi and make her happy afterwards, the effect was minimal.

  She could only watch Shen Xi sitting there sullenly, sometimes pursing her lips, without saying a word for a long time, her complexion was melancholy which was visible to the naked eye.

   As for Xiao Gu, she wanted to ask Murong Qiao to find out exactly which store the waiter who bullied Shen Xi was, and now she wanted to complain to him.

   "Xiao Gu came over and helped me get the things."

  Yanxiu suddenly yelled from the studio, forcing Xiao Gu to let go of Shen Xi's affairs, and turned around to work quickly.

   It's just that she always misses Shen Xi in her heart, so she was a little absent-minded even when helping Yanxiu move things. Among them, the one who was holding the clothes almost fell down because of the random cloth scattered on the studio floor.

  Yanxiu saw her performance, frowned and asked casually. "What's going on? I'm absent-minded today."

   It's not that Xiao Gu is really blamed, but the way he sometimes expresses concern is different from ordinary people.

  Xiao Gu is also used to it, just nodded indiscriminately, and didn't tell Yanxiu what he knew in his heart about what Shen Xi experienced today.

  Telling the other party seems to be the same as not telling, anyway, Yanxiu's character is not born with a coaxing part.

   "Be careful, don't break it." Yanxiu didn't say anything at that time, but just reminded others a few more words. "These are the things that will be used in the exhibition. Help me put them in the next area later, and wait for the appointed person to come and pick them up."

  Xiao Gu responded indiscriminately, and then withdrew his mind. After completing the work at hand, he confirmed that it was correct, then closed the door, and planned to go to Shen Xi to see the situation.

As a result, when she turned around, she saw that the seat where Shen Xi was sitting just now was empty. Xiao Gu looked left and right, and found that there was no one in the store, and immediately panicked to get the phone. Only then did he discover the message the other party had sent him a few minutes ago.

  【I'm going home first. 】

  It was so short that it didn't look like Shen Xi's style. Xiao Gu could already think of the other party's bad mood at that time.

  She stood at the same spot with her mobile phone in her hand, and there was no movement for a while, but Yanxiu, who was watching work over there, rarely came out of the studio to relieve the fatigue from the work just now.

  Yanxiu went to the area in front of the store without Xiao Gu's reminder, subconsciously looked around the location of the store, and couldn't help being taken aback when he found that there was no familiar figure.

  Although Yanxiu usually didn't pay much attention to Shen Xi who often came to his studio, but if he saw people sitting here for a long time every day, he couldn't help getting used to it.

  Habits are terrible things.

  Usually, Shen Xi would stay here, reluctantly returning home by car at dusk, but today it was still bright, and even the sky was clear, so there was no movement early.

   "Going home." Xiao Gu scratched his head, not knowing how to explain to the boss, so he remained silent at the end.

  Yanxiu didn't notice anything, and nodded casually after hearing Xiao Gu's answer, and after staying outside for a few minutes, he went back to his studio.

  As for Murong Qiao who sent Shen Xi back to the studio before, before Shen Xi left, he had already driven to the next work place.

   The afternoon schedule is not tight, but Murong Qiao couldn't help but pay more attention when he saw a certain arrangement.

  The previous visit with Jiang Weiyang at the company was not considered to be the end, at least the cooperation between her and Jiang's family is currently in progress, even this afternoon there is a shooting in a certain studio, and it is very important.

  Thinking that Jiang Weiyang's attitude was obviously aimed at him before, Murong Qiao couldn't help frowning, turned the steering wheel directly, turned a corner towards the navigation, and walked in the direction indicated next.

Maybe it was because of her anxious attitude, or maybe it was because the sun had scorched the road extremely dry. Murong Qiao had only driven for a while, and the speed didn't even increase to a high level, when she felt the car stop suddenly, and then Then it slowly slowed down.

  Murong Qiao glanced at his foot that hadn't stepped on the brake at all, and then glanced at the monitoring status display in the car, only to realize that something seemed to be wrong with the front right tire, which was marked red on the monitor.

   Reluctantly, she had no choice but to temporarily find a parking spot on the side of the road, planning to get out of the car and take a look.

"…exploded?"

   After Murong Qiao parked the car, opened the door and got down to have a look, he found that the tire on the front right had rolled onto something, and suddenly got stuck and leaked air.

   It happened to be this time.

  Murong Qiao frowned, looking at the right front tire that could no longer drive on the road, knowing that he could not continue to drive in this situation, so he wondered if he could get to the studio through other methods.

  As for this car, it can only be handed over to the insurance company for the time being.

  But the location where the car was parked was just in front of the city's highway intersection, and the vehicles coming and going went directly to the inspection gate above, and almost no one could notice it.

Murong Qiao's complexion was tense, looking at the vehicles coming and going, thinking that it was really impossible, so he directly booked a taxi app on his mobile phone, maybe it would be too late, when suddenly there was a pure black car that looked familiar, and slowly Slowly stopped in front of him.

   "Is something wrong?"

  As the car window slowly rolled down, Cen Qianmo's somewhat familiar face appeared in front of Murong Qiao.

  Murong Qiao never expected to meet the other party here, but since he said hello, he simply talked about his current situation.

  Cen Qianmo glanced at the tire that had a problem. "Probably the weather is too hot, or there is a problem caused by foreign objects on the road."

   "Where are you going? Or I'll give you a ride."

   Perhaps seeing that Murong Qiao was a little anxious, Cen Qianmo took the initiative to say such a presumptuous suggestion.

   "I'm fine, I can take a taxi—"

  Murong Qiao just wanted to say that he can find a car to pick him up, but he glanced at the time displayed on his phone and found that nearly ten minutes had passed.

Logically speaking, it doesn't matter if she was late, but thinking that Jiang Weiyang might also be there this time, and then messing around with work while she was not around, Murong Qiao was still a little worried, frowning for a while. Speaking, it seemed that he really took Cen Qianmo's suggestion into consideration.

   "I'm going to the Anjiang Building." After a little hesitation, Murong Qiao quickly stated his destination.

   Cen Qianmo seemed to hesitate for a second before clicking. "It's okay, just come on the way, if you have a car, I can ask someone to help you."

  Considering the efficiency of traveling and other issues, Murong Qiao was also unambiguous, and simply opened the door and got into the car.

  Cen Qianmo directly re-ported the address and name he had just heard from Murong Qiao to the driver sitting in front, and then got an answer.

   "Okay, it is estimated to arrive in ten minutes." The driver responded from the front.

It is said to be a black car, but it is more like the extended version of Lincoln. The imaginary scene of sitting together did not happen. Instead, Murong Qiao and Cen Qianmo sat opposite each other on both sides of a table, and the space was quite spacious , and even played a little low-key melodious music, which made people relax in a tense mood unconsciously.