"I'm sorry, I borrowed it."

The man's language seemed polite, but his body movements were extremely rude.

Before waiting for any reply from others, he forcibly squeezed over, and even pushed Fang Bingqing aside.

If you listen closely, the accent doesn't sound like a local.

The Mandarin spoken is a little stiff.

This is not surprising.

There are places like concerts, and there are people from all over the world.

After all, the title of Han Siwen, a popular star, is not given blindly.

However, Fang Bingqing frowned the moment he touched this man.

Because this man has a very strong smell of perfume.

A big man, what perfume to wear?

It's not that I dislike it.

It's just that...... That's too strong, isn't it?

Fang Bingqing subconsciously raised his head, but only swept the man's side face.

But even the side face was enough to make Fang Bingqing unforgettable.

Beard, not much trimmed.

There is a scar about three centimeters long at the end of the left eye, which is still a little scary to look at.

However, this outfit is more serious.

The jacket is a popular blue tuxedo with trousers of the same color.

Comb the nose of the plane, and wipe it shiny and shiny.

Before Fang Bingqing could take a closer look at the others, the man squeezed into another wave of the crowd in front of him.

Fang Bingqing's mind moved, and he followed closely.

There's definitely something wrong with this man.

The clothes and his own temperament are completely out of tune.

What's more, what is the purpose of spraying such a strong perfume?

Also, when she was crowded, her afterglow swept to the man's wrist, the corner of the bracer hidden in the coat.

Bracers are something that people who are used to fighting like to wear.

When Fang Bingqing used to train, he especially liked it.

Along the way, I followed to the front.

The man sat down in an empty seat at the left end of the third row, his eyes casually glancing behind him.

Fang Bingqing remembered the man's position, and walked towards his seat along a narrow gap between the seating area and the back fan base.

There are only about ten minutes left before the opening, and the lights on the scene are turned off one by one, rendering the atmosphere of this singing night to the extreme.

When the last light on the stage went out, Fang Bingqing happened to sit in his seat.

"Bingqing, why did you come back? Scared the hell out of me. ”

Tan Xiaoran finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fang Bingqing come back safely.

"There were too many people in the back, and it was blocked for a while."

Fang Bingqing responded softly.

Feeling the darkness, I saw that someone turned his head here at the location of Shishi.

Realizing that it was Wen Shi's gaze, he beckoned, signaling that he would come back safely.

The lights in the entire square are almost completely turned off.

Glancing around, all I saw was a vague black shadow.

But Fang Bingqing relied on the shape and sitting posture of the people around him, and his clothing temperament, he also made sure that these three rows of seating areas were indeed invited by the big VIPs.

Subconsciously thought of that strange man again, and felt that it was full of loopholes.

"Eh, Bingqing."

Tan Xiaoran gently tugged Fang Bingqing's sleeve with his left hand.

"Huh?" Fang Bingqing came back to his senses and turned his head.

Tan Xiaoran didn't speak again, but just stretched out her right index finger and pointed at the person in front of her.

Big eyes shine with gossip.

Fang Bingqing looked at it and didn't find anything unusual.

"What's wrong?"

She asked in confusion in a suppressed voice.

In this dark night, there is only a black back, what can you see?

Tan Xiaoran leaned closer to Fang Bingqing's ear and whispered, "The person in front of you is Wen Ci." ”