The person who has a crush on her?

Ling Wei didn't care about this, just shrugged her shoulders, "Xiao Qingqing, you are too rare and strange, you and Sister Fei will see people who have a crush on me in the future from the west of the city to the east of the city." ”

When Li Qingqing heard this, his eyes widened, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was very possible.

But how could she think Ling Wei was so sophisticated, as if she had already experienced such a situation.

Or is it because Ling Wei has always been confident?

Li Qingqing thought about it wildly, and hurriedly followed Ling Wei, who had already walked up.

When she arrived at the office, Xie Zhuofei was still on the phone to deal with work, and she motioned for Ling Wei to sit down first.

After a while, Xie Zhuofei hung up the phone and asked anxiously, "How is it? How are you doing tonight? Did you make a good impression on everyone?"

Ling Wei picked up an apple on the table and threw it twice into the air before he looked proud: "Naturally, there are forty-five old artists in total, and I made more than thirty of them cry." ”

Yes?

Xie Zhuofei and Li Qingqing, who was pouring water, looked at Ling Wei in confusion.

"What are you doing?" Xie Zhuofei asked, narrowing her eyes.

Ling Wei blinked and said innocently: "It's nothing, it's just that the leader asked me to sing a song to everyone, and then I sang it, and they started crying before they finished singing." ”

Li Qingqing silently put the water cup in front of Ling Wei and quietly pricked up his ears to listen.

Xie Zhuofei sneered: "Could it be that you are too touching, so you moved everyone to cry, a crow was mixed in a group of phoenixes, everyone teased you." ”

Ling Wei glanced at her: "I finished singing, and the leader praised me for singing well, and Teacher Chen also said that I did a good job." ”

Xie Zhuofei: "......"

She silently picked up the phone in her hand that could be used as a brick maker, and threatened Ling Wei: "If you sell Guanzi again, be careful that I cut you! Or you should hurry home, we don't want to see you again." ”

People are busy to death, but this girl is here to sell Guan Zi to amuse!

I really want to strangle her!

Ling Wei laughed, and then honestly explained: "Xiang Huajie, you have heard it, Mr. Xiang is also here tonight, and he is also a guest, the old man Bai who wrote "Hymn to Life" proposed to let me sing a song to enliven the atmosphere, and then I picked a particularly sensational song, I originally wanted to sing it to Mr. Xiang, but everyone was moved. ”

Xie Zhuofei asked, "Which song did you sing?"

"My Motherland and Me"

Oh!

Xie Zhuofei understood, she gave Ling Wei a thumbs up, and the song was well chosen.

"You're not singing out of tune, are you?"

Ling Wei bared her teeth: "Sister Fei, can you grasp the point, who cares about going out of tune on that occasion." ”

"There are so many great artists watching, you don't blush when you go out of tune!" Xie Zhuofei took revenge on Ling Wei's hanging appetite just now, and deliberately poked her sore spots.

Ling Wei stood up directly: "Sister Fei, I'm going home, you can continue to do your best." ”

Haha, Xie Zhuofei laughed and waved his hand: "Hurry up." ”

Ling Wei snorted and said to Li Qingqing, "Qingqing, let's go." ”

Before going out, she turned back to Xie Zhuofei and said, "Sister Fei, don't arrange small advertisements and interviews for me during this time, Teacher Chen asked me to keep a low profile and act well." ”

Xie Zhuofei was very respectful of Chen Lisi's suggestion, she waved her hand and said, "Got it." ”

The car sent Ling Wei home, and then sent Li Qingqing.

After arriving home, Ling Wei found Yan Jinling sitting on the sofa watching opera.

"You're back?"

Ling Wei sat down next to Yan Jinling and asked, "Is Ling Xiao asleep?"

"Well, I've gone to bed a long time ago, so you should go to sleep quickly. Yan Jinling stared at Lao Dan on the TV with her eyes and spoke to Ling Wei perfunctorily: "By the way, everything is going well tonight, right?"

My daughter had told her that there was an important event in the evening.

Ling Wei glanced at the TV and said, "Mom, I have nothing to do tomorrow, why don't you accompany you to the pear orchard to watch people sing?"

As soon as she heard this, Yan Jinling finally moved her gaze to Ling Wei, and her eyes lit up and asked, "Are you really free to accompany me?"

Ling Wei nodded heavily: "My words count." ”

"That's fine. ”

In the evening of the next day, Ling Wei accompanied Yan Jinling from home to the pear orchard.

She didn't tell Xie Zhuofei, nor did she call Li Qingqing, she directly drove Yan Jinling by herself.

Ling Xiao didn't like to watch a play, so he had to play at home, so Ling Wei assigned him two calligraphy and went out.

When she parked the car at the place, Ling Wei wore a mask and accompanied Yan Jinling to the theater, there were many people who came to see the play, and most of them were elderly, many were foreigners, and there were also many young people like Ling Wei who accompanied their elders to watch the play.

As soon as she entered the hall, Yan Jinling looked left and right, and felt that everything was fresh.

"Hey, Ling Wei, I didn't expect this seat to be a traditional Eight Immortals Table tea house-style, and there was food on the table, which was really similar to what was staged on TV. ”

Ling Wei bought the SVIP tea house in the front and middle.

After the two sat down, they watched with relish as the actors on stage put on makeup and costumes.

As he was watching, Ling Wei saw someone sitting in the empty seat of their table.

Isn't there another place, why do you want to sit with them, you can't recognize her, right?

Ling Wei turned his head to look suspiciously, but saw someone who had a relationship.

Which old lady I met last time I had dinner in Hua Zeyuan, there was an old lady who looked like a maid next to the old lady.

I saw that the two of them were staring at her intently.

Well?

Ling Wei blinked, and a hint of surprise flashed on the face of the old lady who looked like a servant.

Ling Wei was puzzled, only when this old lady recognized herself.

This old lady has really good eyes, but she is wearing a mask.

Seeing that this old lady was not dressed as an ordinary person, Ling Wei had a good friend, so she took off her mask, smiled and said gently to the other party:

"I didn't expect to see your old man here, and you two also came to see the play?"

Old Lady Zhao looked at Ling Wei's big sparkling eyes and smiled kindly: "Well, we are very fateful. ”

Hearing her daughter talking to others, Yan Jinling took her eyes back from the stage, and she looked at Mrs. Zhao and the others.

With Yan Jinling's current eyes, she naturally saw that the clothes on the old lady opposite were worth a lot, especially the string of jade beads she was holding in her hand.

She smiled and asked Ling Wei, "Do you know this old man?"

Ling Wei said to Mrs. Zhao: "This is my mother, I will accompany my mother to watch the show." Then she turned to Yan Jinling and said, "I met this old lady when I had dinner in Hua Zeyuan last time. ”

Old Lady Zhao nodded at Yan Jinling and said, "Your daughter has a good pair of eyes, but she doesn't look like yours." ”

Her daughter was praised, and Yan Jinling was of course happy.

She smiled: "Yes, my daughter looks more like her father, and my son looks more like me." ”

Female Xiao father, son Xiao mother.

Old Mrs. Zhao sighed, just now they were doing it at the next table, and when they accidentally caught a glimpse of Ling Wei, she recognized Ling Wei at a glance.

Since the last time they met, she had been thinking about this girl, thinking about when she would meet again, and take a good look to see if this child's eyes were really similar to Wanrong and Yunxin.

Unexpectedly, these eyes are really the same.

Ling Wei was wearing a mask just now, and she thought she had seen the graceful face of her youth just by looking at Ling Wei's eyes.

She cheekily took Ah Fen and changed seats.

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