Wen Qiao nodded obediently: "Well, I see." ”

"I lost my memory in a car accident, and the first thing I saw when I woke up was you, and the person I trusted the most was you, Wen Qiao, don't lie to me again."

His eyes burned, Wen Qiao's eyes flashed, and he said stubbornly: "Okay, I won't lie to you again." ”

She looks like a scumbag who plays with other people's feelings.

"The day after tomorrow, I will return to work and fly to Munich, and you will fly with me."

Wincho: "...... I," I looked at his face and immediately agreed, "Okay, okay." ”

"Have you flown with me before?"

"Nope."

"What's the way we date?"

"That's it...... Take a stroll around the park near my house. ”

Don't lie? It's too hard, she's really too hard.

He just hugged her like this, and without further movement, Wen Qiao said cautiously: "I came to play with Mr. Vincent, I will go backstage to prepare first." ”

Only then did he wrap his arms around her waist: "Together." ”

Wincho's mental quality is very strong, even if it is so thrilling before the concert, the performance of the concert is still at the level of winning the international Grand Prix.

As for Zhao Tong's questioning that she has never won an award, it is because she is not as showy as Xu Lu and has not signed up for any competitions.

After the last melodious [Jasmine] was played, the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Vincent gentlemanly left the piano stand, walked over to Wincho, stretched out his hand, and Wincho gracefully put it on his arm, and walked with him to the center of the stage, bowing in the light.

Fu Nanli's eyes seemed to be glued to her, from the stage to the curtain call, she has been with her.

Xu Lu, who was sitting in the first row, could see it especially clearly, Mr. Vincent's appreciation of Wen Qiao was clear at a glance, she was just deceiving herself that Wen Qiao was stuffed into this performance.

The only thing to be thankful for now is that Mrs. Zhuang no longer looks down on Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao's dream of returning to high society was shattered again.

She is a little gloating, a vulgar girl like Wen Qiao is incompatible with high society.

The performance that the 'eighteenth-tier male star' also watched in the first row was not far from their seats.

A foreign staff member walked up to Fu Nanli's side, bowed his head and said in English: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Vincent invites you to the backstage." ”

Fu Nanli straightened his suit and passed by Xu Lu and Zhao Tong.

Zhao Tong said uncertainly: "I...... How did I hear him call him Mr. Fu? Tutor? There aren't many surnames in Haicheng Fu, it can't be the young master of Tianhuan, right? ”

The mysterious young master who works in the aviation world.

Xu Lu's hand shook, his clutch fell to the ground, and his expression was very unnatural: "What are you kidding?" Can Fu Nanli look down on Wen Qiao? ”

Zhao Tong nodded: "That's right, I heard that the celebrities who have seen Fu Nanli all want to be Fu Shao's grandmother, but it's a pity that Master Fu is very picky, none of them can get into his eyes, Wen Qiao is definitely even less qualified to enter his eyes, let's go backstage to find Mr. Vincent to take a photo?" ”

"No, I think the performance of the last two folk music simply ruined the level of the whole concert, no, aren't you all powdered?"

She was used to Wincho being ridiculed and discriminated against by everyone.

She was too afraid to see Wen Qiao, who was surrounded by others, praised and glowing.

Zhao Tong raised his chin: "That's it, it's not uncommon, if we go backstage, maybe we will meet Wen Qiao, who is a villain, let's not look for that anger, and we will never watch Vincent's recital in the future." ”

They went out with the audience.

His ears were filled with all kinds of praise for Wen Qiao.