Gao Qing suddenly felt a chill, and couldn't help but shake his body slightly, looking left and right, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

After frowning slightly and thinking about it, he shook his head and put aside this unfounded weirdness, and then looked at the woman beside him who was still hanging her head in deep thought, her eyes shining with pride, and then lowered her head and began to buse herself with the cake he was making.

Pei Xiaorou's supporters in the audience suddenly held up a sign with her name written on it, and cheered loudly one by one, "Bei Xiaorou, come on!" Pei Xiaorou, you are the best! The quiet atmosphere of the arena was suddenly broken.

The others first looked at them in unison, and then they turned their heads to each other, and the low, noisy chatter slowly drifted above the arena, and the atmosphere became noisy again.

The reporters sitting in the front row took notes on this important news one by one, waiting for the end of the game to ask for clarification.

Pei Xiaorou, who had been contemplating the most complete structure of the cake on the stage, finally sketched the final appearance with certainty, and a light smile slowly bloomed at the corner of her lips, and then she heard the shouting of support to cheer for herself.

Her heart moved slightly, and she immediately raised her head, and saw the unfamiliar faces under the stage with excitement and worry, constantly cheering for herself loudly, and her heart suddenly surged with heat.

She didn't know these people, but they cheered for herself so sincerely and enthusiastically, she was almost speechless, her eyes were slightly sour, and her heart was warm and hot, and she suddenly felt a firm strength.

Yes, she wasn't fighting alone, there were so many people cheering her on, worrying about her, and giving her warmth, which made her whole body suddenly full of strength, and at the same time filled with an unprecedented sense of competitiveness.

Not only for her own dreams, but also to live up to the support of so many people, she must not lose this final final.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions that were stirring in her heart, and sent a smile of gratitude to the men.

When she retracted her gaze, her eyes collided with the man's deep and gentle dark eyes, she shook her long eyelashes, looked at the eyes with silent tolerance and firm comfort, and quietly caressed into her heart, making her feel a sense of tranquility.

At this time, the man slowly raised his lips and showed her a smile full of trust and encouragement, which made the firm strength and courage in her heart a little stronger.

She pursed her lips slightly, slowly smiled at the man, and then didn't think about it anymore, withdrew her gaze, lowered her eyes to look at the materials on her countertop, her eyes were dyed with a gentle light, reached out and stroked them gently, gently took them out one by one, and began to make cakes.

Gao Qing, who was beating eggs on the side, took the time to glance at her without a trace, and saw the soft smile on the corner of her lips, which did not have the embarrassment of people who were hit at all, but with a confident indifference.

Her expression made Gao Qing's eyes flash slightly, and he was slightly surprised, and then pursed his lips, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes.

Bei Xiaorou, who was engrossed in making the cake in her hand, was completely unaware that she was being secretly watched and watched, and she didn't notice the cheering sound from time to time in the audience, as well as the curious gaze of everyone who fell on her.

In her eyes and heart at the moment, there is only the cake in front of her, and the movements of her hands are always orderly, even with a sense of indifference and elegance, which makes people feel that what she is making is a beautiful work of art.

But she didn't notice that there were two men in the audience who caught Gao Qing's sometimes hostile gaze.

Yuan Zhendong heard Bei Xiaorou's previous narration, and paid a little more attention to Gao Qing with some tentativeness, and when he saw his secret hostility that he had not concealed enough, he couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows, and his amber eyes were dyed with a hint of coldness.

And when Lei Ziqian's black eyes caught Gao Qing's resentful and unwilling gaze again and again, they became more and more sharp and deep, and the arc drawn by his tightly pursed lips became even colder, and the breath around his body couldn't help but carry a sense of slaughter.

The three fritillary mothers, who were only concerned about the competition of the women on the stage, did not notice the sudden change in the man's aura, but Chu Yao on the side felt his change.

Slightly surprised, she glanced at him sideways, and when she saw the cold color hidden under his tense face, she blinked her eyes slightly confused, and looked along his line of sight, just in time to see Gao Qing glancing at Bei Xiaorou's hostile gaze again, she couldn't help but show her eyebrows deeply, and her bright big eyes were slightly thoughtful.

Time passed in the next minute and second of everyone's thoughts, and all the players on the stage were concentrating on making the cake in their hands, carefully afraid that the slightest mistake would affect the final result.

The audience in the audience also held their breath from time to time, as if they could empathize with the timid and nervous mood of the contestants, and from time to time there were low discussions, speculating about which one had a better chance of winning at present.

Lei Ziqian and his party listened to the whispered discussions around them from time to time, and Bei Xiaorou's name appeared the most frequently. But most of everyone's words are not optimistic about her, just because the other players have now made a good mold and have entered the next stage one after another, but she doesn't look like she is going to be formed at all.

Pei Minghui listened to a few people behind him who thought that they were talking quietly about his sister's estimation of defeat, but all the words he said clearly reached their ears. He couldn't help frowning, and turned his head to glare at them with annoyance, "It's still early before the game is over, who said she would definitely lose!" ”

Those few people were talking quietly, but they didn't expect to be heard, and before he refuted them loudly, he couldn't help but suffocate slightly, and after glancing at each other, he saw that Pei Minghui's face was full of anger, and he only thought that he was also a fan of Pei Xiaorou's supporters, and he didn't want to worry too much, so he closed his mouth and didn't say more.

Also hearing the words of several people behind him, Lei Ziqian only frowned slightly, his black eyes always reflected the woman's focused, serious and tender face, and there was a trace of pity and pity in his eyes.

The mobile phone rang suddenly, pulling back his gaze, he lowered his head and took out his mobile phone, after seeing the caller ID on it, his eyes sank slightly, pressed the answer button, and quietly listened to the other end of the phone Yu Special Assistant reported the situation seen in the investigation and monitoring, his handsome face suddenly condensed like frost, and his black eyes swelled with a trace of coldness with anger, which shot straight at Gao Qing on the stage.

His lips drew a sharp arc, and he tapped the arm of the chair with one hand, his eyes dark as a bottomless abyss, faintly with a hint of cold aura, which was daunting.

After Yu Tesuke finally finished speaking, the corners of his lips slowly hooked up a cold arc, "Copy that surveillance and wait outside the door of the banquet hall." ”

Chu Yao on the side turned his head to look at him after hearing his words, his bright eyes were full of confused questions, seeing that his expression was cold and solemn, it was really wrong.

Although she was a little panicked, she thought that she hadn't done anything wrong recently, so it must not be aimed at her, so she put her mind at ease, so she asked out loud no longer afraid: "Brother, what's wrong?" ”

Lei Ziqian, who hung up the phone and lowered his eyes and groaned, slowly raised his head to look at her, his dark eyes moved slightly, he pursed his lips and said in a deep voice: "Xiao Yao, do something for me." ”