As soon as she entered the door, Jing Yue frowned.

The studio was full of people, it was obviously daytime, and the light was very dark, but it was all kinds of waving glow sticks and support props, which made her dizzy.

It's really a vulgar and boring scene, hum, it couldn't be more suitable for Tang Mingxuan!

Jing Yue laughed in her heart, and a sarcastic expression appeared on her face.

"Sir, your seat is in front, please come with me?"

The security guard said a few words to a man in a suit and leather shoes who looked like a concierge, and the latter immediately came over to greet Jing Yue.

He pointed to the closest position to the stage.

Jing Yue immediately shook her head, "No need, I'll just sit here!" ”

She doesn't like to go forward to join in the fun, as if it is rare to cheer for Tang Mingxuan!

As long as the person arrives, as long as that guy has a word of nonsense, he will dare to pull him down and flatten him!

"Here?" The concierge was a little confused.

Is there a seat here?

What a strange man!

At a young age, you have an invitation ticket that can only be obtained by celebrities from all walks of life, but you don't sit forward, what does it mean?

Jing Yue ignored him, casually looked at the corner of the back row, walked over, and patted the girl on the shoulder in the seat.

"Huh?" The girl looked up, followed by her eyes straight and her face hot.

Although the light was unknown, she could still see clearly that standing next to her was a handsome boy of the same age!

And his hand was still on her shoulder!

"You, what do you have, what is it?" The girl was surprised and delighted, and stammered and said that it was not good.

"I'll switch seats with you."

"What?"

Before the girl could understand, Jing Yue had already held her arm, and with a light mention, the person was lifted, and a crumpled piece of paper was stuffed into her palm.

Jing Yue sent the girl to the concierge, "You send her to my seat." ”

Then, he bent the corners of his mouth very perfunctorily towards the girl.

Her smile was only less than a second, and she was very careless, but with enough to make the girl's heart and liver thump, where was the accountant robbed of her seat?

"Sir, you're in the VIP seat?" The concierge couldn't help but laugh and reminded again.

"It doesn't matter, it's comfortable here." Jing Yue's long legs straddled, and the person sat down, holding his arms, staring at the stage with a sneer, no longer paying attention to anyone.

"Well, okay...... the concierge had to pull the girl who was still in a daze, "Miss, please ...... here"

The skit on stage is over.

The two emcees walked out of the stage, both with mysterious and incendiary expressions.

They were rambling and laying out a bunch of foreshadowing, Jing Yue was impatient to listen, but around her it was like a fried pot, all kinds of noise, all kinds of excitement, and the glow stick dance flew up, mixed with the screams of "Young Master Tang, Young Master Tang".

Hmph, what a sickness, a bunch of!

The corners of Jing Yue's mouth twitched, erlang's legs were raised, and she stared at the top of the stage with a more arrogant and disdainful attitude.

The "Three Minutes" band?

Sure enough, there is a disease!

The song is called "Vertigo"?

It's not light!

The most up-and-coming newcomer?

You don't have to pay to brag about it!

Anyway, the emcee on the stage, every time he praised Tang Mingxuan and his band, Jing Yue's heart followed suit, anyway, it was all kinds of disdain, all kinds of unpleasantness!

The light was too dim and there were too many people, so she didn't notice that at the other end of the row with her, Shen Xiaoxi was sitting!

can't support it, her mood is completely different from Jing Yue.

Shen Xiaoxi, who is usually timid and reserved, is not afraid at all at this moment, and like everyone around him, he excitedly called Tang Mingxuan's name, and was once in a happy mood.

Finally, she could call out generously-

"Tang Mingxuan, I love you!"