Not sure if he'll come tonight.

That night, she asked him if he would come, and he said, 'Besides,' probably not at all.

Wen Qiao's mood was a little low, so he went to the beverage vending machine in the lobby on the first floor of the art center to buy a bottle of coffee, unscrewed it and took a sip, and looked outside.

On the street of Wenci Art Center, the leaves of the sycamore are almost falling, the asphalt road is clean and tidy, the road is narrow, and occasionally a vehicle passes by, Wen Qiao can't help but take a second look.

Zhuang Yan stood on the second floor, leaning on the railing, looking at the people downstairs.

Obviously, she was waiting for someone.

Waiting for whom? He naturally knew in his heart, it was nothing more than the eldest young master of the Fu family, and he couldn't help but feel a little blocked in his heart.

If he had accepted Wen Qiao at the beginning, where would there be anything about Fu Nanli?

The pain he inflicted on Wen Qiao in the past, now she has returned it to him.

He felt that he was really a person who had twisted to the extreme, and on the one hand, he liked her, but on the other hand, he couldn't let go of his self-esteem and pursued her.

He's a guy who has a lot of things to do, he's never tasted defeat, and Wincho already has a boyfriend, and he doesn't seem to see the odds of winning.

He won't do anything that doesn't stand a chance.

But I was really unwilling.

So, day after day, he was tormented in his own cage, and the only person who was tortured was himself.

Wen Qiao stood at the gate, the audience had gradually entered, and her heart would beat violently every time someone entered.

Lu Youyou's voice came: "Qiaoqiao, it's time to change your costumes, the performance is about to start." ”

Wen Qiao was dragged backstage by Lu Youyou, and changed into a dark carmine velvet cheongsam, and the Hong Kong-style beauty jumped on the paper, and the hazy and beautiful celebrities of the Republic of China in the old days were so rippling that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Lu Youyou and Chunxiao hugged Wen Qiao one by one: "Lin Xiang, help us take pictures." ”

Lin Xiang was helpless: "I really can't stand you." ”

After the group photo, Lu Youyou still didn't let go: "My Joe, you are really crying to me." ”

Wen Qiao rubbed her face: "You are also beautiful." ”

"Compared with you, my beauty is like the light of fireflies against the light of the sun and the moon, I dare not compare, I dare not compare."

Wen Qiao smiled helplessly: "Each has its own characteristics." ”

They have 502 dormitories, four girls, and their looks are good.

In the hall on the first floor, Jin Xuan and Zhao Tong entered the performance hall with two reporters, Jin Xuan said in a low voice: "There are a total of twelve programs today, and after each program, there will be an interactive link with the audience, very short, five minutes, we have arranged for the staff to give you the microphone at that time, you go straight in, directly ask Wen Qiao if he is Muyue, and then shoot it." ”

The male reporter made an OK gesture: "No problem." ”

Zhao Tong hooked the corners of his mouth, and he came to beat the water dog tonight.

The performance officially began, Lin Xiang stood on the high platform, Wen Qiao sat on a hanging chair and hung in the air, and Chunxiao and Lu Youyou sat and stood together.

The headlights came on, and a spotlight shone on Wen Qiao.

'Ambush on All Sides' was a gripping pipa song, and as soon as the lights came on, Wen Qiao began to pluck the strings.

People say that the pipa is the only instrument that can play the momentum of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, and Wen Qiao played a few syllables, and the chilling and murderous momentum suddenly spread throughout the concert hall, and the audience felt goosebumps on their bodies.

Fu Nanli sat in the last row, staring intently at the girl wearing an ochre-red cheongsam hanging in the air.

It's his girl.

There was something complicated in his eyes.

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