Fan Xuanhe has a good voice, and the songs he sings can move people's hearts, plus he can integrate gambling skills into the performance, the two complement each other, and he is a well-deserved king of gold among the gambling kings, he is not like Xia Hong, who was born with a golden key since he was a child, and today's achievements are all obtained by his own hard work, so he cherishes it even more.

Fan Xuanhe, shrouded in various halos, has his own arrogance, he rarely convinces people, and he has no real friends, so he cherishes this friendship with Ye Fei.

The next performance was very exciting, Fan Xuanhe and Ye Fei cooperated seamlessly, and various gambling equipment played many unexpected tricks in the hands of the two gambling kings, which won the audience to cheer and scream.

The audience saw a wonderful performance, Fan Xuanhyuk's fans remembered a name in addition to worshipping their idols more, Iron Mask, he is a fan-like man, chic and calm, not smiling, exuding an irresistible charm between his gestures, and many girls even feel that he is more attractive than idols.

People more or less have a reverse mentality, the more things they can't get, the more they want to get it, Ye Fei wears a mask, more people want to see his true face, what kind of face is hidden under that cold mask? However, everyone was disappointed, and the mysterious Iron Mask did not take off the mask until the end of the performance.

Murong Qing had a faint feeling in her heart that the indifferent and speechless iron face on the stage was Ye Fei, but she couldn't be sure, if she had a chance to see her again, she had to ask clearly.

Fan Xuanhe retreated backstage with Tie Mian, tonight's performance ended successfully, and the audience who were still unsatisfied left one after another. Murong Qing got up and prepared to leave, she knew that Fan Xuanhe would have another performance tomorrow, but she didn't have a chance to look at it anymore, looking at the empty stage, there seemed to be a trace of reluctance in her heart.

Two men in suits beside Murong Qing stood up at the same time, and one of them, a middle-aged man with gray temples, lowered his voice and said, "Miss, we should go." ”

Murong Qing nodded, followed the crowd towards the door of the theater, and the two men reached out to help her block the crowd one after the other, and the cautious appearance seemed to treat her as a very fragile glass person, and there was a danger of shattering if she was squeezed casually.

The three of them walked outside the gate of the entertainment city, and Murong Qing suddenly heard an urgent shout from behind him: "Murong Qing, your things." She stopped and turned around, a smile of delight on her face.

Ye Fei hurriedly ran to Murong Qing with a gift bag and stopped, his face was covered with beads of sweat, just now he went backstage and quickly changed his outfit with the speed of the fire brigade out of the fire alarm, washed off the makeup on his face with water in his hand next to the water dispenser, and ran out to chase people with a bag containing CDs, fortunately he caught up with him.

"Ahh Something promised you. Handing over the bag, Ye Fei put his hands on his knees and bowed down to gasp, just now he ran over at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, saying that he was not tired was false.

Murong Qing opened the bag and took a look, there was a big stack of signed CDs inside, and there seemed to be a lot of photos, she smiled, reached out and took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Ye Fei, and said softly: "Thank you, in fact, I don't like rice anymore......"

"What?" Ye Fei took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his face, and was very surprised when he heard Murong Qing's words, he didn't like it for people who had worked so hard to send things, wasn't it for nothing?

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Murong Qing's mouth, and she said softly: "I said I don't like rice, I like iron noodles now, super stylish, cool enough." ”

"Iron Mask? What's so cool about that guy? He is an assistant who makes soy sauce, and he is very ugly, and he doesn't dare to see people all day long with his face covered. ”

Ye Fei was speechless, no wonder some people say that women are fickle animals, and they change immediately after watching a performance, but then again, people with handkerchiefs are now very rare.

Murong Qing puffed out his cheeks and said, "You are not allowed to say this about my new idol, I just like Iron Mask, even if he is ugly, I like it." ”

Ye Fei smiled bitterly and handed over the handkerchief, and said in a low voice: "What I said is the truth, if you really like that there will be a performance tomorrow, I will send you a text message to tell you the time and place." ”

Murong Qing didn't stretch out his hand to take the handkerchief, shook his head with a light smile and said, "The handkerchief is given to you, I will go back to the capital tomorrow morning, if you have the opportunity to come to the capital to call me, I will invite you to dinner." ”

Ye Fei nodded and smiled: "Then I'll thank you first, but the ugly words will come first, I'm a standard foodie, don't think I've eaten too much when the time comes." ”

Murong Qing pursed her lips and smiled: "Don't worry, I will invite you to eat the full banquet of the Manchurian Dynasty, and it will be decided like this, goodbye." ”

Ye Fei grinned and said, "Goodbye." ”

Murong Qing suddenly stretched out his palm and quickly covered his face, turned around and left in the blink of an eye, Ye Fei stood in place and watched her back disappear from view.

Ding-The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly shook, and Ye Fei, who was standing in a daze, came back to his senses violently, put the fragrant handkerchief into his pocket, and quickly took out his mobile phone and connected the phone.

"Boss, where are you?" Fan Xuanhe's hurried voice came from the microphone, and listening to the tone, the idol gambling king who was out of the limelight seemed to have encountered something.

Ye Fei frowned and replied in a low voice, "I'm sending a friend outside the entertainment city, is there something wrong?" ”

"Don't go away, we'll be right here."

Fan Xuanhe said a word and hung up the phone in a hurry, and five minutes later, a guy wearing a big mask and toad glasses walked out of the gate of the entertainment city surrounded by a group of people, Ye Fei recognized him at a glance as a rice classmate, raised his hand and touched his nose and paced to meet him.

Fan Xuanhe suddenly rushed forward a few steps forward and hugged Ye Fei with his arms, and said in a trembling voice: "Boss, thank you, I owe you again, I don't know how to pay it back......" When he spoke, he also drilled his head into Ye Fei's arms, looking like a little kid who had just been wronged and saw his relatives.

Ye Fei only felt a chill, stretched out his hand to push away this inexplicable guy, and said angrily: "You kid get away, stand up straight first and speak clearly, don't play any tricks with my brother." ”

As a man with a normal sexual orientation, he has an instinctive aversion to hugging the same sex, especially the man who hugged him still drilled into his arms vigorously, and if he wanted to change it to someone else, Ye Fei would have already slapped him, no matter what the other party's purpose was, he would smoke it first.

Fan Xuanhe sighed and said: "If it weren't for you tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow, this is not the place to talk, wait until you get in the car and then talk slowly." He was wearing a mask and toad glasses, and others could not see the expression of emotion on his face.

Ye Fei had already guessed what he was going to say, he didn't see Lao Sen and Sister-in-law Guo when he rushed into the backstage to change his clothes just now, the two must have told Fan Xuanhe something? flashed a glance at Yang Sen, who was standing behind Rice, and suddenly found that he had a blood-stained bandage wrapped around his left arm.