Without even looking, Wu Pengpeng could imagine the expression on He Qianshan's face when he sent that text message. His face must have been as dark and cold as ice.
To confirm her guess, Wu Pengpeng looked up at He Qianshan. But the moment her gaze landed on him, he turned his head towards the center of the stage, deliberately ignoring her.
Wu Pengpeng sighed silently, withdrew her gaze, and replied to his text message.
"I'm not familiar with him," she thought for a while and added another sentence, "Really, we've only said a few words in total."
After pressing the send button, she carefully observed He Qianshan's reaction. When the text message notification sounded, he seemed not to notice and continued to watch the hot dancing on the dance floor.
Wu Pengpeng stared at him for a while, but He Qianshan seemed to know she was looking at him and deliberately didn't give her any eye contact.
Wu Pengpeng suddenly felt as if she had the script of the male lead and had to coax the angry and proud female lead in different ways every day.
She was amused by her own thought and couldn't help laughing. Jiang He heard her laughter and turned his head to ask, "What's so funny, sister?"
Wu Pengpeng glanced at He Qianshan. Seeing that he still showed no reaction, she shook her head with a smile. "It's nothing."
Seeing that she didn't want to talk more, Jiang He didn't force her. He raised his glass and waved it at her.
Wu Pengpeng also picked up her glass and responded. The smile on the corner of her mouth hadn't faded when she tilted her head and gulped down the wine.
Although He Qianshan's eyes were on the dance floor, his ears were always pricked up to listen to every move of Wu Pengpeng.
He heard Wu Pengpeng's laughter and subconsciously looked at her. He saw her smiling and clinking glasses with the man beside her.
He Qianshan snorted coldly in his heart. Was she that happy just from drinking?
He angrily shifted his gaze from Wu Pengpeng's face and accidentally met Jiang He's eyes.
He pretended not to see and naturally shifted his gaze back to the dance floor.
Jiang He originally intended to give him a smile as a greeting, but before he could react, He Qianshan's gaze had already swept past his face.
He awkwardly touched the tip of his nose. Was I just ignored?
Wu Pengpeng put down her glass and subconsciously looked at He Qianshan again.
He still didn't look at her once and was looking intently at the chaotic dancing on the dance floor.
Perhaps due to the lighting, his face looked even worse.
Just as Wu Pengpeng was hesitating whether to get up and sit beside him, Zhao Bufan suddenly reached out and pulled her back. She poked her head out and said to Jiang He, "Mr. Jiang, there are clearly three of us drinking together. Don't I deserve a name?"
Jiang He was stunned for a moment when he heard her jealous words, then raised his glass at her. "Miss Zhao, please."
Zhao Bufan didn't move. She just stared at him and asked, "Why do you call her sister but call me Miss Zhao?"
Jiang He said frankly, "Because I'm not familiar with you."
Zhao Bufan glanced at Wu Pengpeng. "You're not familiar with her either, are you?"
Jiang He also looked at Wu Pengpeng. "That's true, but I'm good friends with her second brother, so I always feel closer to her psychologically."
Zhao Bufan was taken aback. She leaned over to Wu Pengpeng's ear and said loudly like she was whispering, "Pengpeng, this guy is no good. Don't consider him."
Jiang He: "..."
Why don't you just use a megaphone to shout.
Zhao Bufan provocatively glanced at Jiang He, picked up her glass and drank it in one gulp. Then she stuffed her phone into Wu Pengpeng's hand. "Hold this for me. I'm going to dance."
Before Wu Pengpeng could stop her, Zhao Bufan wriggled her waist and slipped into the dance floor like a fish.
Wu Pengpeng wished she could chase after her and knock her head off. Why is this girl so oblivious?
He Qianshan is extremely jealous right now. He gets jealous of any member of the opposite sex.
Is it really okay to leave me alone to face this bloody love triangle?
She embarrassedly withdrew her gaze and subconsciously looked at He Qianshan.
Surprisingly, He Qianshan was also looking at her at this moment.
Wu Pengpeng was stunned for a moment and immediately gave He Qianshan an obsequious smile.
He Qianshan stared at her expressionlessly, and even his hair exuded coldness.
Wu Pengpeng felt a shiver down her spine under his gaze. She picked up her glass and took a small sip.
The three of them sat there in this strange atmosphere, and no one said a word.
Wu Pengpeng picked up her glass again and took a big gulp. Then, as if she had finally mustered up the courage, she glanced at He Qianshan and introduced him to Jiang He beside her. "Mr. Jiang, this is my friend, He Qianshan."
Then she looked at He Qianshan again and put on a smile. "God of Beauty, this is Jiang He."
The two of them nodded casually as a greeting.
Seeing that the atmosphere was about to turn cold again, Wu Pengpeng was about to find another topic when Jiang He spoke first. "Where does Mr. He work?"
"He's a newly signed artist of mine," Wu Pengpeng noticed that He Qianshan didn't want to talk to him and was afraid of an awkward situation, so she answered for him.
Jiang He sized He Qianshan up and said meaningfully, "So he's the one Uncle Six mentioned..."
"Not at all!" Wu Pengpeng wished she could pounce on him and cover his mouth. "Mr. He is a proper actor."
Although I'm going to spend money on him, it doesn't stop him from being a good actor.
Seeing her nervous look, He Qianshan was wondering what her Uncle Six had said when his phone rang.
He took out his phone and saw that it was Fu Heng calling.
He subconsciously glanced at Wu Pengpeng, and she immediately said sensibly, "You should answer the phone quickly!"
He Qianshan stood up with his phone, walked a few steps, and answered the call. "What's up?"
"Boss, why haven't you come back yet?" Fu Heng whined on the other end of the phone. "General Manager Song has come looking for you."
He Qianshan turned his head and glanced at Wu Pengpeng. He saw that she was drinking with Jiang He.
Then he took a long stride and walked towards the entrance of the club.
When Wu Pengpeng saw He Qianshan leave, she was thinking whether to chase after him when she heard Jiang He say, "Sister, I have a good money - making project here. I wonder if you're interested?"
I'm not interested!
Wu Pengpeng forced a smile and asked, "What project?"
Jiang He took out his phone, opened the plan, and introduced it to her. "My friend wants to build an ecological farm..."
Wu Pengpeng's eyes lit up. "Agriculture is great!"
Nowadays, capital is reluctant to invest in agriculture because there are too many uncontrollable factors in nature and the risk is too high.
She made a prompt decision. "I'm willing to invest."
Jiang He didn't expect her to agree so readily. He put his arm around her shoulder and said with a smile, "Sister has great courage."
Wu Pengpeng wasn't used to this sudden intimacy. Before she could break free, she suddenly felt that it had gotten a few degrees colder around her.
She turned her head and saw that He Qianshan was standing not far away, like a natural refrigerator.
She quickly pried open Jiang He's fingers. "Did Mr. Jiang come with my second brother?"
Before Jiang He could reply, Zhao Bufan came wriggling over like a crazy person and pulled his arm towards the dance floor. "Let's dance together."
After Zhao Bufan and Jiang He left, He Qianshan sat back down and said in a sarcastic tone, "Do you like this type?"
Wu Pengpeng quickly explained, "He's a friend of my second brother. I've only met him for the second time today. How could I like him?"
Hearing this, He Qianshan sneered. Just when Wu Pengpeng thought his next words would be "scumbag", she heard him say coldly, "You said you liked me when we first met. So you were lying to me too?"
You're different from him, big brother. You helped me squander 10 billion at once. Who else has such courage?
Just as Wu Pengpeng was about to explain, He Qianshan had already turned his head to look at the dance floor. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk to her.
Wu Pengpeng sensibly shut up so as not to annoy him.
Half a minute later, she heard He Qianshan say coldly again, "He's not as tall as me, his skin isn't as fair as mine, his eyes aren't as big as mine, and his eyelashes aren't as long as mine."
Wu Pengpeng followed his gaze and saw that he was looking at Jiang He on the dance floor.
Even comparing eyelashes?
She immediately flattered him. "That's right, that's right. Mr. He has a divine appearance that no one can match."
He Qianshan wasn't impressed by her flattery. He withdrew his gaze and looked at her. "But don't you just like these ordinary people?"
Wu Pengpeng swore to heaven. "I really don't like them!"
He Qianshan snorted and looked at Jiang He again, continuing the beauty contest. "His butt isn't as perky either."