How was it before?

A concert was prepared for three years, and it took a long time to beg the company, but the senior management was reluctant to agree and did not do any publicity. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It seems that it is completely because they have joined the company for many years without merit and hard work, so they are comforting rewards. 700 ticket sales revenue, empty seats in the deserted stands, Leng Hui is still unforgettable.

Soon, everything will change!

I also want to hold a super concert at the Workers' Stadium like Murong Bingyu, and enjoy the cheers and worship of 60,000 spectators!

Thinking of this, Leng Hui couldn't help but glance at the young man, thinking that the parents of the one who gave birth to me, and the one who knew me was also a young soldier.

Liang Bohua waved his hand to let Zhang Bingkun leave, and Qiao Song once again expressed his high respect in his heart.

"How long will it take for your new work to come out?" Song Baojun asked.

"Well, about three months, uh, uh, a month at most......" Leng Hui saw that the other party's face was uncertain, and shouted: "Fifteen days! I can make it for you in fifteen days!" When he was rushing to catch up with the album schedule before, he had the crazy experience of writing two songs a day.

"Well, I'm looking forward to your new work. Song Baojun left him a phone number.

By the time the black snake photon had gone, it was getting late. Liang Bohua looked at his watch and said, "That's it, tomorrow is the National Day holiday, everyone needs to relax and relax." After that, I'll contact the military junior and talk about the things that the second junior has explained, how about it?"

"Okay, Mr. Liang will call me then. Song Baojun agreed, grabbed his sister and said, "Little girl, can you go home with your brother after watching the show?"

Song Jingtong came back to her senses and said, "Oh, then you are not allowed to tell your parents about me coming out to clubhouse with my classmates tonight, do you know?"

"Do you think my brother is the kind of person who makes small reports?"

Bidding farewell to his classmates, He Zun and the others were still in a state of lost soul and did not react for a long time.

After getting into the taxi, Song Jingtong saw his brother's smug smile on his face, and since he didn't take the initiative to speak, he couldn't help but ask. The brother and sister had nothing to say until they returned home.

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The next morning, Tan Qingkai called quickly, saying that he was waiting in Phalaenopsis Square. This time, Song Baojun went out very carefully, observed at the entrance of the alley for a while, and made sure that there was no trace of the trio of Crazy Tyrant before carefully getting on the bus.

If he was blocked by Mad Shao for the third time, he wouldn't have any good ideas to fool around.

There are a lot of people traveling during the National Day holiday, and there are crowds of people everywhere. Phalaenopsis Plaza was turned into a commodity promotion conference by four-way merchants, with stalls everywhere, and young people handing out leaflets every three or five meters.

Since he was visiting the patient, Song Baojun politely bought a gift. When Tan Qingkai and Lin Mengxian saw him holding a bag of red apples in his left hand and a bouquet of red roses in his right hand, they laughed so hard that snot bubbles bubbled up.

"Brother Jun, you're too cliché, aren't you?" Tan Qingkai smiled and wanted to reach out for an apple to eat.

Song Baojun slapped his paws away quietly: "Hehe, it's not strange to have many people, it should be." ”

got into Lin Mengxian's car together, an ordinary-looking Volkswagen car, equipped with a middle-aged driver, which Lin Mengxian invited from the company to help, and she herself had not obtained a driver's license.

Wang Lingjuan's home is far away from the city, in the Baiheshan community outside the Sixth Ring Road, and it is the peak travel time during holidays, and it took more than two hours to drive.

Baihe Mountain is gentle, the scenery is beautiful, the trees are shady, the green surface is positive and high, and the tea state has developed a residential community after vigorously developing the economy, and the people who live are basically rich people.

There are high-end villas in front of the mountain and behind the mountain, two-story and three-story European-style houses with swimming pools, or Chinese-style courtyards with curved corridors and small ponds, can you afford to live without money?

The car drove to the foot of the hill and stopped in front of Villa 126. A black iron gate, red walls and green tiles, and red maples are planted in the corridor in front of the door. At this time, autumn has arrived, the canopy of the trees is dyed red and yellow, the mountains are clear and yellowish, and the blue sky is even more lofty.

Tan Qingkai hurriedly took a random shot of the surrounding scenery with his mobile phone, and dared to directly transmit two or three million pixels to the circle of friends of Fat Goose, and lightly accompanied by a sentence "Baihe Mountain is very beautiful; "It's like a petty bourgeoisie.

After Lin Mengxian called, the iron door slowly opened, and the car drove in.

Inside, it's a three-storey Baroque building with ornate decorations and intricate tassels on the vaults. The main entrance is flanked by pillars, and religious sculptures are added to the door. If you don't pay attention, you should have stepped into 17th-century Europe.

The lawn in front of the door is wide, and a marble sculpture of "Saint Louis praying to heaven" is placed, and on the left is a camphor tree with a diameter of half a meter at breast height, and a small swing is dangling under the branches. On the right is the garage with two small cars parked. Looking at the trend of the wall, there is still a large open space behind the villa. The overall area is about 400 square meters, which is not very wide.

A maid in a long black dress was waiting in front of the door, and when she saw them getting out of the car, she bowed and said, "Miss Lin, the old lady is not at home today, Miss is in the room on the second floor, please go up and talk." ”

Lin Mengxian was obviously a frequent visitor here, and said, "Okay, you can be busy with yours." ”

Another maid in the hall was cleaning the table.

The south-facing glass curtain wall has floor-to-ceiling windows, and the curtains are raised with colorful and gorgeous patterns, and the interior is flooded with light. On the wall of the entrance, there is an abstract painting with a bronze border, with a strange pattern, which is not famous, but it makes people feel so elegant.

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1st update, 2nd update today. In order to meet the requirements of the Bud Rice Army and make reading feel better, in the future, we will try to adopt the method of 2 chapters in a row.

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