When I heard the word 'radio', two words flashed in my mind...... No way.

Last night's show was a painful realization, and she didn't want to touch it again.

Thinking about it, she quickly reached out to turn off the radio.

'On November 11th, at the Kyoto Song and Dance Theater, the ticket grabbing event for the returnee female musician Fang Jiayin's charity concert started today, grab your mobile phone and log in to the official website of the party organizer to grab tickets......

It was Fang Jiayin's advertisement for the charity music evening again, and her outstretched hand subconsciously paused.

Yan Rusheng was observant, taking her meal into his eyes, he turned his head to look at her with an inquiring gaze, and then said in a relaxed tone, "Do you want to grab a ticket with your mobile phone?" ”

Lifelike sneered, "Do I still need to rob?" Ask her for one directly, and she should give me this face. ”

She is not interested in going to any concerts, she has no musical cells, and she only started to listen to Fang Jiayin's reminders before, and she wants to sleep.

In order to live as she spoke, she had to show her spirits.

Looking back now, why was you so stupid?

Yan Rusheng said disdainfully, "Broken concert, what's so good, if you like it, I'll play the piano for you when you go home." ”

Hearing this, he shook his head, "How do I remember who once said, 'Good news, you play it very well, I like it very much'?" ”

It is said that women love duplicity, and men prefer it.

Fang Jiayin has been gone for three years, and her shadow can still be seen everywhere in his life, and he still whispered her name that night.

Now mentioning her here is another look of disdain, I really don't know who he did it for.

Yan Rusheng laughed, "Hey, why did I smell vinegar?" ”

"Boring." Lifelike rolled his eyes and looked out the window, not going to pay attention to him.

Yan Rusheng glared at the player in annoyance, blaming the radio broadcast, what concert advertisements.

I also blame myself, just ten minutes or so, what kind of radio station, it's really self-inflicted.

The car stopped in front of a high-end clubhouse, in the middle of a row of good cars.

After getting out of the car, Yan Rusheng took Life's hand and approached the door of the club.

The magnificent hall, a rockery stands in the middle of the hall, a small bridge flows, like a paradise.

When they entered the door, a waiter greeted them, "Three young people, three young ladies." ”

This club is of high grade, close to their company, and has been to it several times, all of which are to receive foreign customers.

Yan Rusheng reported the name of the box, and the waiter led the way in front.

He has been holding Life's hand, and on this occasion, Lifelife is even more unlikely to show a little reluctance, there are eyes everywhere, maybe there are paparazzi lurking somewhere.

A look is the topic of their fuss.

When he arrived at the door of the box, Yan Rusheng gestured to the waiter who led the way, "You go down first." ”

"Yes." The waiter bowed his head in response, bowed his head and respectfully retreated.

Yan Rusheng stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, and a slightly complimenting voice came from a middle-aged man in the room, "Please come in." ”

He opened the door and gently pushed it open, and the middle-aged man sat on the light brown leather sofa, holding a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

Slightly chubby, with a top on his head, he looks very unpleasant.

Seeing Yan Rusheng and Xuxu coming in, he hurriedly got up and greeted them with a slight smile, "Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan." ”

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