Chapter 70

Half an hour later, a black Bentley slowly drove into the film and television city, approaching the rear of the "Yongle Gate" crew.

Mu Beiting looked sideways out of the window, searching for the figure.

But because there were too many filming crews and crew members, several floors were blocked inside and outside, so he couldn't see her shadow at all.

He frowned and got out of the car.

After getting closer for a few minutes, Mu Beiting saw the woman staggering and falling in the rain at a glance.

Her neckline was partly open, and traces of bruises could be vaguely seen. Her hair was messy and wet hanging down her cheeks, her face was pale and bloodless.

With just one glance, it is not difficult to see what she has just experienced.

His heart was suffocated, his pupils shrank a little, and the big hand hanging by his side subconsciously tightened.

Haitang slowly got up from the stagnant water, walked a few steps staggeringly, her eyes went dark, and she passed out completely.

And at this time, Han Che was preparing to go on stage.

Because according to the script, Li Chengfeng appeared at this time, brought Haitang back to the hotel and settled down.

But he had only taken two steps when another figure in the crowd stepped out first.

Seeing Su Xiangwan fainted, Mu Beiting's heart tightened, he passed through the crowd, and subconsciously walked towards her.

Everyone in the arena was taken aback, and Han Che's footsteps also paused slightly.

In the rain, Mu Beiting strode up to Su Xiangwan's side, took off his suit jacket and put it on her body, and in the next second, hugged her by the waist.

Su Xiangwan only felt a pleasant smell rushing into his breath, and then he fell into a warm embrace.

Because according to the script, Haitang was always in a coma, so she never opened her eyes, and let him hold her like a duckweed.

But Su Xiangwan couldn't help but mutter to herself, why did she remember that Han Che seemed to have two lines at this time, why didn't she see him say it?

But since the director didn't call the card, there should be no problem.

Mu Beiting lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on her pale face,

At this moment, she was dying, almost lifeless, and he couldn't help feeling a little terrified, no matter how difficult it was to connect her with the bright little thing that smiled in front of him last night. .

His gaze was slightly cold, and he put her little head in his arms to prevent her from being drenched by the rain again.

But his white shirt was completely soaked in an instant, and water droplets were still dripping from his hair.

All they could see was that against the backdrop of the feasting old Shanghai, a torrential rain came, a man in a white shirt and black trousers, carrying the wind and rain behind his back, hugging a woman tightly, walking towards him.

Because of the light behind him, everyone couldn't see his face clearly, but the slender figure's posture of coming in the wind and rain moved everyone.

Everyone stared with bated breath, forgot to breathe, and looked at his cold and firm outline in a daze.

The director was staring at the screen, his heart beating violently.

Well... this scene is really good...

This man is more like a real hero and king than Han Che, looking down on the world coldly.

Mu Beiting ignored the gazes around her and hugged her a little tighter.

Her body is very cold, the kind of coldness that penetrates the chill, even though it is summer at this moment, but after all the tossing, it is not light to toss her.

Mu Beiting walked out of the crowd with her in his arms. The driver had already opened the door early. He put Su Xiangwan into the car carefully, and then got into the car with all eyes on him, and closed the door tightly.

So far, the inside of the car is completely isolated from the outside into two worlds.

The black Bentley looks like a dragon, leaving only a shadow, which gradually disappears into the dark night.