"Where did you go first?" Lu Youyou wisely took the pipa from Wen Qiao's hand and retreated with the others.
Only Zhuang Yan was still standing aside, unable to move.
Lu Youyou pulled him and said, "Let's go."
Go away, there is no place for you here, and it is inappropriate for you to stay here. Don't make yourself unhappy.
Zhuang Yan's palms felt cold as he was pulled away by Lu Youyou. Looking back, he saw Wen Qiao's hand on Fu Nanli's waist.
They are so well matched.
Indeed, there was no place for him anymore, and he gave that position to someone else with his own hands.
The audience dispersed, and the place went from noisy to quiet after about ten minutes.
The red curtain was silhouetted behind her, and the warm yellow lights of the stage dimly enveloped her. It seemed as if they were the only two people left in this small theater.
"Why weren't you there at first?" she asked again.
Fu Nanli gently stroked her face with his calloused hands. "Something happened at the company, so I went out to make a phone call."
Wen Qiao's makeup today is incredibly beautiful, like the most delicate orchid in the greenhouse.
Her beauty was like the fallen wings of a butterfly, so fragile that it touched his heart.
Wen Qiao put both his hands on his waist, "How was my performance?"
Fu Nanli pulled her out and his car was parked at the back door of the theater. She was still wearing Hanfu and looked like she had traveled through time and space. She was pulled into a luxury car by a man in a suit and tie.
"How did I act?"
Wen Qiao felt that Fu Nanli was a little absent-minded, and he knew that Zhuang Yan might have made him unhappy.
"Very good." The man held her fingers, sitting upright, exuding a cold and stern feeling that kept people at a distance.
Wen Qiao held his hand back and said, "I said I only knew about Zhuang Yan just before the performance. Do you believe me?"
Fu Nanli was furious. Does he believe it
He believed her lies!
Seeing that the man was silent, Wen Qiao moved closer to him and betrayed her best friend Lu Youyou, "Youyou arranged it. I really didn't know about it. She said she wanted to promote the integration of Chinese and Western music, and that our performance with Western music can effectively compete with Fang Duo's New Folk Music Society."
Fu Nanli reached out and tugged at his tie, his eyes still gloomy, and he still didn't speak.
Wen Qiao felt a little helpless for a moment. How could he convince him
She is at her wits' end.
When he rushed over to kiss her, Wen Qiao was startled, and in a daze she heard him say, "Haven't you learned how to make me happy yet?"
His kiss was almost biting.
It seemed like he was punishing her.
The car sped along the way, and Comrade Lao Hu couldn't bear to watch. A person as cold-hearted as the young master could actually become so angry and lose his mind.
It's really strange.
The car drove to the young master's apartment and stopped. Without even saying hello, Lao Hu quickly retreated. The people in the car were still hugging and kissing. If he opened his mouth, he would definitely be met with a cold stare from the young master.
A day later, Wen Qiao and his team's performance went viral online. The performance was wonderful, and the most exciting part was the collaboration between Wen Qiao and Zhuang Yan. Some fans posted the live video online, and netizens praised it highly. A wave of praise spread across the Internet.
On the other hand, let’s look at the performance of Fang Duo and her team.
Relying on Fang Duo's identity as a folk singer, most of the people who go there are otakus who are attracted by her looks.
She kept saying that she wanted to promote folk music, but what really made her famous was not her music, and the response she caused was not as strong as that of Wen Qiao and others.
Miss Fang loses her temper every day, and everyone around her suffers.
(End of this chapter)