There are too many people to thank. If I count their names one by one, there will be some that I miss. It is better to just say thank you.
Applause came from all directions.
Wen Qiao looked at the heavy golden trophy in his hand and finally smiled.
Fu Nanli could hear the flashes of light coming one after another behind him. The group of Wen Qiao's admirers were taking pictures frantically. The veins on his forehead were throbbing violently, and he reached out and tugged at his tie.
The show finally ended. Fu Nanli stood up and walked backstage escorted by his bodyguards.
Qin Bei was holding a bouquet of yellow roses dotted with baby's breath in his hand. Fu Nanli took it and went backstage.
Wen Qiao sat in front of the dressing mirror and took off her earrings. Her earlobes were red as hell from having been clipped for so long.
As soon as she took off the ear clip, a hand reached out to her, feeling a warm touch. She looked up and saw that it was Fu Nanli, who was gently twisting her earlobe.
The flowers were placed aside, and the man's deep voice sounded gentle in the noisy background: "Does it hurt?"
Wen Qiao took off the other ear clip and rubbed it: "A little bit."
He gently massaged her earlobes.
Lu Youyou excitedly suppressed her voice: "Wow, just with such a simple action, I feel the sexual tension is so full."
Dong Yao took her hand and walked out: "Does your boyfriend lack sexual tension?"
Lu Youyou leaned against the door frame and whispered, "You are a top star in a public place, so please pay attention to the impact, okay?"
Dong Yao dragged the man out directly: "It's all public anyway, why should I pay attention to it?"
There happened to be several female fans of Dong Yao walking towards him in the corridor. They excitedly asked for a photo. Dong Yao said coldly, "Sorry, no photo."
Lu Youyou wanted to cry but had no tears: "Can you be more friendly? They are your fans."
Dong Yao: “I’ve always been like this.”
Several female fans said behind him: "Yes, yes, he has always been like this. Don't quarrel with Dong Yao. He is very good like this. He is not pretending. We all like him very much."
Lu Youyou was speechless and looked cold at his fans, but the fans still spoke up for him.
Dong Yao is probably the only top star who can be so willful.
How much other top stars envy him.
Backstage, the boys who had originally planned to present flowers swarmed around the backstage entrance and saw a man pinching Wen Qiao's earlobes. The two of them behaved very intimately.
"Her boyfriend?"
"Seems to be."
"Fuck, he looks pretty handsome."
"No matter how handsome he is, what good does it matter? He's not young anymore, and Wen Qiao will kick him out sooner or later."
"Can we still go up and lay flowers?"
"Why not? We are appreciating art."
A group of five or six boys, each holding a red rose, lined up to give flowers to Wen Qiao.
The boy, who was originally quite arrogant, suddenly became timid when he saw Fu Nanli's gloomy face. He threw the flowers on Wen Qiao's dressing table and ran away immediately.
Following closely behind were Wen Qiao's family members. Su Ce rubbed Wen Qiao's head and said, "Qiao performed very well. My uncle is proud of you."
Su Ce did it on purpose. Why should his niece have to look at Young Master Fu's face? If he wanted to rub her head, he could rub it. What could he do to him
Young Master Fu can't do anything to him, but he can do something to his niece.
Wen Chi, Wen Mo's mother, and Uncle Ji all congratulated her. Wen Qiao handed the trophy to Wen Mo: "Give it to your sister."
Wen Mo's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't let go of his sister's trophy, and he admired his sister even more.
Wen Chi hooked his neck: "Let me touch it too."
(End of this chapter)