"Where did you go in the first place?" Lu Youyou took the pipa from Wen Qiao's hand and retreated with the others.

Only Zhuang Yan was still standing aside, unable to move.

Lu Youyou pulled him, "Let's go." ”

Let's go, there is no place for you here, and your pestle is out of place here, don't find yourself unhappy.

Zhuang Yan's palms were cold, and he was dragged away by Lu Youyou, and when he looked back, Wen Qiao's hand was on Fu Nanli's waist.

They are such a match.

Indeed, there was no place for himself anymore, and he gave that position to someone else.

The audience was gone, and it took about ten minutes for the audience to go from buzzing to quiet.

The red curtain was behind her, and the warm yellow lights of the stage vaguely enveloped her, and it seemed as if the two of them were the only ones left in this small theater.

"Why weren't you there in the first place?" She asked again.

Fu Nanli's calloused hand gently stroked her face, "There is something wrong with the company, go out and make a call." ”

Wen Qiao's makeup today is incredibly beautiful, like the most delicate orchid plant in the greenhouse.

Her beauty was like the stump wings of a butterfly, so beautiful that it was fragile, so fragile that it touched his heart.

Wen Qiao put his hands on his waist, "How am I performing?" ”

Fu Nanli pulled her out, his car was parked at the back door of the theater, and she was still wearing Hanfu, as if she had come through time and space, and was pulled into a luxury car by a man in a suit and leather shoes.

"How's my play?"

Wen Qiao felt that Fu Nanli was a little absent-minded, and he knew in his heart that Zhuang Yan was probably making him unhappy.

"It's good." The man held her fingers and sat upright, exuding a sense of coldness that was thousands of miles away.

Wen Qiao clasped his hand back: "I said that I didn't know that there was Zhuang Yan until I was performing, do you believe it?" ”

Fu Nanli is angry, does he believe it?

He believed in her wickedness!

Seeing that the man didn't speak, Wen Qiao leaned over to him and betrayed his best friend Lu Youyou, "Youyou arranged it, I really don't know, she said that she wants to promote the integration of Chinese and Western music, and we play with Western music ensembles, which can effectively compete with Fang Duo's new folk music club." ”

Fu Nanli stretched out his hand and pulled his tie, his eyes were still cloudy, and he still didn't speak.

Wen Qiao was a little powerless for a while, how to convince him?

She's out of options.

When he pounced on her and kissed her, Wincho was startled and heard him say in a daze, 'Haven't you learned how to make me happy?' ’

His kiss was almost gnawing.

It seems to be punishing her.

The car was speeding all the way, and Comrade Hu didn't see that a cold-hearted person like the young master had such a time when he was so angry that he lost his mind.

It's really unusual.

The car drove to the young master's apartment, stopped steadily, and there was no need to say hello, Lao Hu hurriedly retreated, and the people in the car were still hugging and kissing each other, and the young master would definitely be blinded when he opened his mouth.

A day later, Wen Qiao's performance was widely circulated on the Internet, this performance was very exciting, the most exciting part was the cooperation of Wen Qiao and Zhuang Yan, some fans put the direct shooting video on the Internet, netizens blew the rainbow fart, and a wave of likes spread on the Internet.

On the other hand, Fang Duo's performance.

Relying on Fang Duo's identity as a folk singer, she basically goes to otaku who licks her face.

She kept saying that she wanted to promote folk music, but what really got out of the circle was not her music, and the response was not as strong as Wen Qiao's.

Miss Fang lost her temper every day, and all the people around her suffered.

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