On and off the stage, there was silence.

When a song "Cool and Cool" was perfectly interpreted by Qianqian. Until the last note of the music hits the ground, and all of a sudden, there is a thunderous roar of joy. In the midst of some cheers and some regretful scolding, almost all the guests began to cheer.

Large pieces of gold, like no money, belong to thousands of dollars in the signature column, the data keeps rising, rising again.

Qianqian was overjoyed, covering her face and crying with joy.

And the third son of the Lu family, who is the promoter, is even more trembling, and even his whole body can't stop trembling.

It's done, it's done, tonight's reverse promotion must be done...... Don't say anything else, tonight's Fang Lord will not be someone else, it must be Qianqian, it must be Qianqian!

Haha, he succeeded, he finally won the Fang Lord, then next, there will be a lot of opportunities, and even more exciting benefits, waiting for him!

The three boys of the Lu family burst into tears, and looked at the person next to him, just in an attitude: "I won, I finally won......"

The one next to him who was hugged by him took a few mouthfuls ......of "Bah, Bah, and then, he pushed him away: "Lu Sanzi, you are crazy, crazy, are you?" ”

The third boy of the Lu family was pushed back to the chair, and he didn't struggle, just giggled happily and smirked.

Laughing and laughing, tears are pouring out.

Sibao watched in the box and shook his head: "This third boy of the Lu family is really happy!" ”

Ling Zimo's fingers tapped lightly on the back of the chair, and suddenly said, "This is the third boy of the Lu family......

Halfway through the conversation, he suddenly smiled with interest: "I guess that his trouble will come soon!" ”

"Trouble? What's the trouble? ”

Sibao said puzzledly: "He is just a thousand thousands, he is cheap, he is too much, how can there be trouble?" ”

Ling Zimo's gaze fell on another corner of the field: "Well, because the person who is looking for trouble with him has already come!" ”

As far as Ling Zimo's eyes could see, there was a man dressed in black and wearing a hat, sitting quietly in the corner of the corner. It was bustling all around, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

His surroundings were cold and lonely, as if he had no popularity.

Ling Zimo looked lazily, his cunning light flashed and flashed, and he said slowly: "It seems that not only the trouble of the three boys of the Lu family, but also the trouble of others!" ”

In short, a lot of trouble.

Ling Zimo stood up and walked towards the door: "I'm going out for a while, Sibao, you prepare a good seat, make a pot of tea, and get ready to watch the show!" ”

After speaking, without waiting for Sibao to question, he quickly walked out.

Sibao touched his chin and blinked again.

When her gaze turned back from the wooden door that had opened and closed, the black figure that had been sitting in the corner was long gone, like air evaporating!

Looking ahead, it was still a lively stage.

The song is sung, and the dance stops.

The host walked up to the stage quickly and presided over the final audience vote.

When Qianqian has an absolute advantage, crush all the flowers. When the host, in a super-decibel voice, announced the winner of the Fang Lord, a conspiracy was quietly going on in a corner of the backyard of the fun house.

A man in juvenile costume was being dragged to a corner of the courtyard wall like broken cotton wool.

The dragger was also a man dressed in black. He carefully dragged people forward, and from time to time he avoided the corners that could be easily spotted.