Bringing the Nation's Husband Home - Chapter 149

Chapter 149

"Ya, she sure is calm . If I were her, I would definitely be hiding . "

"Do you think Mr . Lu fell for her or she seduced him?"

"Isn't it obvious? It was definitely her who took the initiative . Besides, didn't you realize that producer Sun was treating her quite good as well? She probably got the role by sleeping with the important people in the set . "

"But how could Mr . Lu do this? The first time he has a scandal, and its with her . . . "

"Hehe . . . are you jealous? You could also use supper as a way to care for him, then just offer yourself . If Mr . Lu is tempted, you might be on your way to stardom . "

"Me? Jealous? What should I be jealous about? Isn't it just selling your body, thats what prostitutes do!"

As their words became meaner, Zhao Meng couldn't help coughing, alarming the group . The instance they saw Qiao Anhao, their faces fell . But quickly, they calmed, stood up, and left, ignoring Qiao Anhao's presence entirely .

First one, and then the rest of them . In less than half a minute, only Zhao Meng and Qiao Anhao were left in the lounge .

Zhao Meng observed Qiao Anhao . She looked so calm it was scary . After a while, Zhao Meng softly opened her mouth, wanting to comfort her friend, "Qiao Qiao . . . "

Qiao Anhao blinked, coming back to her senses . She gave her phone to Zhao Meng, and in a calm voice, she instructed, "Go online and find out exactly what kind of news it is . "

Finishing, Qiao Anhao took large strides towards the elevator and pressed the button .

The minute she returned to her room, Zhao Meng passed her phone over . "Qiao Qiao, someone sent an anonymous message on weibo, and it has gone viral . . . they said you entered Mr . Lu's room in the middle of the night without notice . . . "

Zhao Meng's voice softened at the end of the sentence .

Qiao Anhao clenched her lips as she reached out for the phone, but Zhao Meng pulled it away . "Qiao Qiao, every artist has scandals, it'll be over after a while . . . "

"Give me my phone," Qiao Anhao commanded as she stuck her hand out .

Zhao Meng held onto the phone, taking two steps back, shaking her head . "Qiao Qiao , you don't have to see this . . . It's just going to hurt you . "

Qiao Anhao who was always mild-tempered couldn't help shouting, "I said, give me my phone!"