Wen Qiao nodded obediently: "Yes, I understand."
"I lost my memory in a car accident. The first person I saw when I woke up was you, and you are also the person I trust the most. Wen Qiao, please don't lie to me again."
His eyes were burning, Wen Qiao's eyes flashed, and he said with a stiff upper lip: "Okay, I won't lie to you again."
She seems like a scumbag who plays with other people's feelings.
"The day after tomorrow, I will return to work and fly to Munich. You can fly with me."
Wen Qiao: “… I” Seeing his expression, he immediately agreed, “Okay, okay.”
“Have you been on my flight before?”
"No."
"What's our date format?"
"Just... walking around the park near my house."
Not lying? It was too hard. It was really too hard for her.
He just held her like that without any further action. Wen Qiao said carefully, "I'm here to perform with Mr. Vincent. I have to go backstage to prepare first."
He then put his arm around her waist: "Together."
Wen Qiao has a very strong psychological quality. Even though he had such a thrilling experience before the concert, his performance at the concert was still at the level of an international grand prix winner.
As for Zhao Tong's questioning about her never winning an award, it was because she was not as attention-seeking as Xu Lu and had never signed up for any competition.
After the last melodious song [Jasmine Flower] was played, the audience burst into thunderous applause.
Vincent gentlemanly left the piano stand, walked to Wen Qiao and extended his hand. Wen Qiao gracefully put it on his arm and walked with him to the center of the stage. In the brilliant light, they bowed and thanked each other.
Fu Nanli's eyes seemed to be glued to her, following her like a shadow from the moment she came on stage to the moment she bowed.
Xu Lu, who was sitting in the first row, saw it especially clearly. Mr. Vincent's admiration for Wen Qiao was obvious. She was just deceiving herself that Wen Qiao was stuffed into this performance.
The only thing to be thankful for now is that Zhuang Tai no longer looks down on Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao's dream of returning to upper society was shattered again.
She felt a bit gloating. A vulgar girl like Wen Qiao was out of place in the upper class.
That "18th-tier male star" was also watching the performance in the first row, not far from their seats.
A foreign staff member walked up to Fu Nanli, bowed his head and said in English: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Vincent invites you to the backstage."
Fu Nanli adjusted his suit and walked past Xu Lu and Zhao Tong.
Zhao Tong said uncertainly: "I... why did I hear him calling him Mr. Fu? Fu? There aren't many people with the surname Fu in Haicheng, could it be the young master from Tianhuan?"
The mysterious young master who works in the aviation industry.
Xu Lu's hands trembled, and her handbag fell to the ground, with an unnatural expression: "Are you kidding? Can Fu Nanli be interested in Wen Qiao?"
Zhao Tong nodded: "That's true. I heard that all the celebrities who have met Fu Nanli want to be Mrs. Fu. Unfortunately, Mr. Fu is very picky. No one can catch his eye. Wen Qiao is definitely not qualified to catch his eye. Shall we go backstage to take a photo with Mr. Vincent?"
"No, I think the last two folk songs ruined the whole concert. They don't match. Aren't you a fan now?"
She was used to Wen Qiao being ridiculed and discriminated against by everyone.
She was too afraid to see Wen Qiao being surrounded, praised, and glowing by others.
Zhao Tong raised her chin and said, "That's right. I don't care. If I go backstage, I might run into the villain Wen Qiao. I won't get upset with him. I will never watch Vincent's concert again."
They went out with the audience as the show ended.
But my ears were filled with all kinds of compliments for Wen Qiao.
(End of this chapter)