Chapter 488 Thinking red is written on his face

After coming on stage, it was a singing segment, Jiang Feng's singing voice was not bad, this was a rehearsal, she obviously didn't sing so hard, she sang a few words at random, and the staff below still applauded her very face-savingly.

Next is a scene where Jiang Feng is carrying a stool and preparing to hang herself with a three-foot white silk, originally the white silk was hanged, and she was about to hang her neck, when the little maid found her and rescued her.

Jiang Feng wore the bottom of the flower pot, staggered onto the small stool, shook his hand, threw Bai Aya onto the beam, tied the knot, and moved his footsteps, and was about to raise his head to hang his neck, but saw a shake under his feet......

The bottom of the flower pot was half cracked, and the entire bottom of the flower pot fell off, Jiang Feng didn't stand firmly, and the whole person fell straight down, she was so panicked that she screamed.

The bottom of the flower pot with her right foot fell off, she landed with her left foot, the bottom of the high flower pot touched the ground, and with a click, she heard the sound of her ankle bone cracking, and in a panic, she reached out to support the ground again......

With another click, Jiang Feng broke out in a cold sweat in pain, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, pointing to the frightened little girl not far away, gritting his teeth and saying, "What are you doing there?"

The little maid hurriedly rushed over and shouted, "Sister Feng, are you okay, are you okay?"

The staff in the audience also rushed up together, and surrounded her: "Sister Feng, are you okay?"

Jiang Feng broke out in a cold sweat: "Are your eyes blind? Don't you see how bad my fall is?"

Everyone didn't dare to say anything, so the male staff led by her hurriedly helped her up: "Will I take you to the hospital?"

Jiang Feng's face was distorted in pain: "Hurry up, don't talk nonsense, if you delay it any longer, I won't be able to perform at night." ”

The backstage got the news that Jiang Feng had fallen, and Song Ran's eyes lit up: "Ah, really, hurry up and take a look." ”

Dajun patted her on the head: "Don't write schadenfreude on your face, you damn girl." ”

Song Ran shrunk his neck and smiled, "Is it so obvious?"

Dajun glared at her: "It's obvious that she or her assistant has seen it, and I promise to trouble you." ”

Song Ran was weak-hearted: "I'll be a little more restrained." ”

The group hurried to the front, and saw the staff running out hurriedly with Jiang Feng on their backs, and the army grabbed the little maid who was playing with Jiang Feng just now, and asked, "What's wrong with Sister Feng?"

The little girl trembled and said, "When I climbed on the stool and was about to hang myself, I seemed to shake it for a while, and then I broke my foot and fell off the stool." ”

Dajun shook his head: "Hurry up and inform the director." ”

Jiang Feng's flowerpot bottom shoes were thrown on the stage, and in the chaos, He Jiao quietly ran to the stage, intending to hide the shoes secretly.

Still sharp-eyed, Dajun hurriedly walked over, stood in front of He Jiao, and asked, "What are you doing?"

He Jiao panicked: "Military ...... Brother Jun...... I...... I didn't do anything. ”

Dajun pointed at her: "What are you doing with Sister Feng's shoes?"

He Jiao's heart was weak: "I'll put it away for Sister Feng." ”

The army stretched out his hand: "Give it to me." ”

He Jiao retracted her hand, hid the shoes behind her, shook her head, and the army snatched the shoes directly from her hands, He Jiao's face changed in panic.

When the army saw it, the bottom of the flower pot on his right foot was completely off, and then he looked at the falling hole, which was a very neat knife scratch, obviously...... It's artificial......

And the culprit and murderer jumped out and admitted it.

Dajun grabbed He Jiao's wrist: "Why are you doing this?"

He Jiao flatly denied: "I didn't do it, I didn't do anything." ”