Wang Qing, who saw this scene through the computer screen, turned pale and rang the pager bell: "I'm calling the person in charge of the concert." ”

After saying this, he drank a glass of water vigorously, which slowly calmed the anger in his heart.

"Boss, are you looking for me again?" The bald man came in with a smiling face, but he was unspeakably depressed in his heart, and within an hour, this was the second time Wang Qing had looked for him.

Bang!

Wang Qing kicked him again as always, this time, the bald man was on guard and took a step back, although Wang Qing kicked him, but he didn't kick him down.

"......" Wang Qing was stunned for three seconds, then suddenly raised his right leg again, stepped forward and kicked him.

Poof!

The bald man is kicked down again.

Wang Qing was furious and scolded: "You still dare to hide?!"

"Don't dare, don't dare ......"

The bald man said as he groaned.

"Look at what the concert has become---- Wang Qing was furious, turned the notebook on the table, and played the progress of the concert.

On the screen, Tang Qinghe's concert was not only not lost in reputation after the fan demolition incident, but also became even more popular, and all the fans in the audience sang "Yiren Picturesque" with Tang Qinghe and Zhang Fan, and the scene was warm.

RS4's concert was deserted and not popular at all.

Wang Qing slapped the bald man in the face again, and scolded with spittle: "Do you have any brains? I asked you to make a little stumbling at Tang Qinghe's concert, not to ask you to smear her!"

"Well, now that our RS4 reputation is getting more and more stinky, you say, what are you going to do about it? ”

"Boss, I'm sorry---- I thought you wanted to discredit her, so I called a few of my subordinates to pretend to be Tang Qinghe's fans---- I didn't expect things to turn out like this. The bald man's face also became very ugly.

"My tempered ----" Wang Qing's eyes widened, his palms raised again, and the bald man immediately twisted his face in fright.

However, Wang Qing's slap did not go down after all.

Beating people is also out of anger on their own, and there is no substantial help to the matter, rather than this, it is better to think of a way to solve the matter.

Wang Qing sat back on the sofa and watched Tang Qinghe's concert.

After singing the song "Yiren is Picturesque", Tang Qinghe held the microphone and said with a smile: "I'm glad to see that my fans are not blinded by hatred, I, like you, love peace and music at all times, so we are destined to offend some people." I don't know what dirty thoughts they have next, but I'll sing our music and that's it. ”

"In addition, there is one more thing I want to announce here, that is, Mr. Zhang Fan and I, Qiuqiu's children, will form a group, and the name of the group is called the Love Song Group, what do you think?"

"Love Song---- Love Song---- Love Song ----"

As soon as the name came out, the fans in the audience shouted the name wildly.

If Tang Qinghe's fans are just Tang Qinghe's fans, then from today on, they have become the most loyal supporters, because they have witnessed the whole process of Tang Qinghe from being framed, to being washed, and then to the same hatred.

They have more fans, which also makes the halo on their heads even more dazzling.

Tang Qinghe said that she wanted to be the guide of Zhang Fan and Qiuqiu, and now, she has done it.

She pushed Zhang Fan and Qiuqiu out, and tonight's concert laid the foundation for their popularity.

Wang Qing's face became more and more ugly, his eyes stared at Tang Qinghe and Zhang Fan gloomily, and said: "It's useless to do anything now, their fans are more united, and those indiscriminate ways are useless to them." ”

"Then we won't do anything?" said the bald man angrily, "They are so deceitful that they do this!"

Of course, it was pretended to make him look like he was in the same boat as Wang Qing.

"Don't do anything?" Wang Qing shook his head and smiled lightly: "It's not my style to do nothing, if you are bullied, then bully back." ”

"That's the end of your job, I'll take over the rest. I don't believe they can get through the second half----," Wang Qingyin said predictively.

"Yes, boss. The bald man said with relief, he wished that Wang Qing would take over, he couldn't think of any way to deal with Tang Qinghe.

There's no way, people's halos are too dazzling, it's useless.

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Two people who are closely attached to each other

Overlapping shadows under street lamps

The temperature in my hands remains to this day

In a flash, years have passed

Stop the passage of time

I made a wish to the moon

The broken bridge is dyed with maple leaf red

May God lead me to renew my marriage

Draw all kinds of thoughts into the mountains and rivers of the years

Have you ever thought that there would be a day?

See you and I again?

Tonight's concert also had a lot of couples come to watch, so Tang Qinghe specially arranged many love-related songs.

The song "Wishing to the Moon" ended slowly, and the audience in the audience seemed to slap their palms to pieces, clapping wildly.

Tang Qinghe filled in the lyrics and music of this song by himself, the style of the song is as tender as water, and the love is like a lingering drizzle, Tang Qinghe's voice is affectionate, the voice of the ball is crisp, and Zhang Fan's voice is low and hoarse, which is completely in line with the tune of this song, and pushes the atmosphere of the concert to a new height again.

"Are you tired of standing with me for so long and screaming for so long?" Tang Qinghe walked along the way of the stage and got in close contact with the fans.

Celebrities hold concerts and walk off the stage to interact with fans, which is also an indispensable link. Wherever Tang Qinghe went, fans screamed.

"I'm not tired!" the fans yelled with red ears and thick necks.

"Really?" Tang Qinghe smiled and said, "Your energy is so good, since you are not tired, how can we say that you are tired?"

"The next song "Tianqiao", shall we sing together?" Tang Qinghe stretched out the microphone to the audience in the first row.

As a result, every corner of the stadium echoed with the excited echoes of the fans in the first row.

"Good ----"

Zhang Fan saw it in his eyes and understood it at once, no wonder Tang Qinghe was so popular, his speech was really smooth, giving people a sense of peace and closeness, and fans listened to it as sweet as eating ice in summer.

The soft music sounded slowly, Tang Qinghe sang affectionately, and Zhang Fan also followed the harmony.

Syllable!

However, halfway through the song, the lights of the entire gymnasium went out at once.

It was dark all around, and the fans' glow sticks were out of power, and they couldn't see their fingers.

Zhang Fan thought that the power supply had tripped, but after a long time, it didn't light up.

Then, the music of "Flyover" also came to an abrupt end and became a cappella singing by Tang Qinghe.

The West Pavilion opposite is still brightly lit, so it's not lively.

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed dangerously, this was artificial.