Ling Xia pointed to the door with some embarrassment.

Zhang Niu glanced at it and called the lockpicking company again.

Half an hour later, the locksmith came, expertly poked the keyhole with a tool, and opened the door.

During this period, Zhang Niu answered two phone calls, both of which were work matters and were in a hurry.

After that, he hurried away.

After Ling Xia entered the house, he first turned on the computer and logged in to the mailbox.

There are several unread emails in the mailbox.

Ling Xia clicked on it all and watched it.

Only one was for her to deal with, and the others were worried about her safety.

After dealing with the email first, Ling Xia asked someone to send a new mobile phone and copied everything on the original mobile phone.

Then he called Xia Lan and asked her not to arrange work in the next few days.

Ling Qing treated her like this, she would definitely have a big gift to give her!

The rest of the time, Ling Xia read magazines.

The next morning, Ling Xia was sleeping soundly, but her mobile phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID in a daze and picked it up.

"Open the door." On the other side of the phone was Ji Wei's warm voice.

"Huh?" Ling Xia got up abruptly and looked at his phone again.

This number belongs to Ji Wei.

Ji Wei is back?

"Hurry up, Brother Niu is waiting outside."

"Huh?" Ling Xia was so confused that he couldn't do it.

She didn't have time to ask why, so she put on a coat and went to open the door.

Brother Niu outside the door looked at the chicken nest, and Ling Xia, who was wearing a two-piece pair of big red flower pajamas that only the elderly would wear, but still couldn't hide her glamorous face, lost an admission ticket.

"Gone." Zhang Niu turned around in a dashing manner and walked away.

Ling Xia looked confused and looked down at the thing in his hand.

It is an admission ticket to the Bingjiang Summer Music Festival, and the seats are in the third row in the center.

I ran hard to get a ticket.

Why?

"Bingjiang City Music Festival, Ling Qing is going." Ji Wei knew Ling Xia's confusion and explained.

Now Ling Xia is clear.

Ji Wei is to create conditions for her.

"I'm filming until tomorrow, and I'm going to fly early the day after tomorrow. These days, try not to go out. Ji Wei explained and hung up the phone.

They don't have anything to do with each other, so what are you doing with this?

Ling Xia bit her pink lip, and an irrepressible warm current flowed around her body.

The music festival in Bingjiang City starts tomorrow, at 7 p.m.

Most of the performances at the festival are singing and dancing.

Compared to dancing, which requires a lot of dancing skills, singing is much simpler.

Ling Qing has been incomplete since she was a child, and she became popular before because of filming.

So this time, it's likely to be lip-synching.

Ling Xia read a magazine at home for another day, and in the evening, he drew two pictures on the computer.

The next day, I went to read the script of "Bugs Fly".

The start date set by the film is the first of next month, and she has to take advantage of this time to read the script thoroughly.

Seeing that at two o'clock in the afternoon, she took a plane to Bingjiang City and booked a hotel next to the Bingjiang Summer Music Festival.

At six o'clock in the evening, the ticket inspection begins.

Ling Xia wore a mask and sunglasses, and while checking in the tickets, he observed the internal structure of the music festival.

The stage is a makeshift open-air stage, on the sports field, divided into a front and a back part.

The front part is for the audience, and the back part is for the staff, separated by a blue bar in the middle.

On the stool on the other side of the blue stripe are work cards and overalls.

As long as you get the clothes, you can disguise the staff and enter the backstage.

So, taking advantage of the staff's inattention, Ling Xia secretly took the work card and work clothes, went to the bathroom to change them, and walked to the backstage generously.