I never thought that Ye Peicheng would agree to the fans' request, and the expression on Xing Wanshuang's face was quite wonderful. The kind of schadenfreude that had already bloomed met consternation, and her expression was quickly captured by a reporter in front.
At this moment, Qiao Moyu had already walked in front of Ye Peicheng.
He entered the role very quickly, but within two seconds, the indifferent and cold eyes had completely changed.
Although she was wearing a suit, at that moment, Qiao Moyu felt as if she was really seeing Lingcang in that chaotic world.
He took a step forward and narrowed the distance between them, the deep affection in his eyes seemed to drown her. His slender fingers brushed away the strands of hair between her foreheads that were blown by the wind, his head was slightly lowered, his breath fell on Qiao Moyu's clean forehead, his voice was low, but with a scorching temperature: "Yan'er , I love you, will you marry me?"
Qiao Moyu raised her eyes and met Ye Peicheng's gaze. Under the sun, there was a warm light in his eyes, and she could even feel the warmth of his fingertips on her cheeks.
"Brother Lingcang, I... I will!" She deliberately controlled her originally charming voice, so her voice became soft and trembling slightly, as if she was trembling from nervousness and shyness.
The next second, the corner of the man's lips suddenly burst into a smile, as if the spring breeze was wrinkling the tranquil lake surface, and in an instant, it swayed.
He raised Mo Yu's chin slightly with his fingertips and leaned down.
Immediately, the tip of her nose was filled with a man's clear breath, and Mo Yu couldn't see the sunlight above her head. She only felt that their lips were very close together, as if they were breathing heavily, they would touch each other.
Under the stage, all the people held their breath, they were all infected by this atmosphere, as if they had seen the story of that childhood sweetheart in that prosperous world.
There is no such part in the TV series, because Ling Cang was planning to marry Zi Yan, and an accident happened. Therefore, this small theater completely made up for the regrets in the TV series, which made the original party feel like crying.
On the stage, Ye Peicheng was about to pull away after staying for two seconds, but at this moment, a photographer by the stage accidentally tripped over a power cord and suddenly let out a low cry.
Almost instinctively, Ye Peicheng turned his head slightly and looked over there.
And as he turned his head, his lips gently brushed Qiao Moyu's lips, and in an instant, a soft and elastic feeling hit the touch.
She raised her eyes suddenly, and he stopped, looking down at her. Because of the closeness, the breaths between them were intertwined, and it was almost impossible to distinguish each other. At that moment, the air became dry and thin.
"I'm sorry." His voice was very low, very similar to the tone he had spoken to her on the set that day, but this time, because of the 'kiss' just now, there was a blushing and heart-pounding meaning.
"It doesn't matter." Her voice was also very low, charming and soft, as if mist and rain fell on the bluestone road, smudged with dampness.
Only they could hear the conversation, as if it had become an unspoken dark song.
Until, Ye Peicheng let go of Qiao Moyu and stood up straight.
The audience cheered: "Good match! So sweet!"
Someone asked, "Emperor Ye, did you really kiss just now?" Because, from the perspective of the audience, the two seem to have really kissed, but it may also be a clever borrowing.
Ye Peicheng's lips curled into a deep meaning: "Lingcang kissed Zi Yan."
It was a kiss, because his lips touched hers. However, he didn't say that he kissed Qiao Moyu, so everyone was a little unsure of what he meant.
Aside, Xing Yichen watched the whole process in its entirety, and there was a coldness in the bottom of his eyes. It turned out that the woman Qiao Moyu now had a new goal, so she had to come to him. Hehe, is this what she calls affectionate? It's so cheap it's worthless!
Xing Yichen greeted the director and Xing Wanshuang, and then returned to the event site opposite Qiao Ruohuan.
Next, the host ordered several small theaters prepared by fans in succession, and there are also funny versions, which pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.
Because there was nothing about Qiao Moyu in the small theater at the back, she almost stood on the side, and her demure and indifferent appearance gave reporters a good impression of her.
Until the talent show, Xing Wanshuang danced a dance for everyone. She learned to dance since she was a child, and at this moment, a sword dance performed a heart-warming performance.
The fans below cheered one after another. She put away the sword and smiled on her cheeks, swept away the previous suffocation.
At this time, a reporter said to Qiao Moyu: "It seems that Moyu has not shown us her talent yet. I wonder if Moyu can give us a live demonstration in the previous online segment?"
Qiao Moyu thought for a while and said, "Okay, but I've performed in that segment before, and there's not much new ideas, so I want to come up with something new."
"What's new?" The reporter was immediately excited.
Qiao Moyu said: "My skirt today is not suitable for the previous performance, so I will give you a piece of wood chopping with bare hands, why don't you find some wood for me!"
The reporter's mouth twitched, thinking he had heard it wrong. But the girl on the stage looked calm and serious, obviously not a joke.
So, the staff immediately went to find the board, and at this moment, there were more and more fans under the stage, and quietly, it was three times as many as before.
What Qiao Moyu didn't know was that the video of her and Ye Peicheng's small theater was recorded by fans and posted on Weibo, and it had already gone viral. As a result, those who are near here are almost all coming at the fastest speed in their lives.
On the opposite stage, Qiao Ruohuan was dressed in a plain white long dress, which was elegant and graceful, showing the character of Miss Qiao's family vividly. However, she found that there seemed to be fewer and fewer fans under the stage. After many people looked at their mobile phones, they left quickly, as if they were going to the studio.
Under the stage, Xing Yichen frowned, walked to a staff member, and whispered a few words. After a while, the staff came back and whispered to him: "Mr. Xing, I just heard that Qiao Moyu, who is opposite, is going to perform a performance of splitting a plank with bare hands, so the fans all went over to watch!"
That woman, splitting wooden boards with her bare hands? In order to gain popularity, your brain was kicked by a donkey, right? Xing Yichen's chest was burning with anger, but he wanted to see what tricks she was playing!
When Xing Yichen came to the stage of "Prosperity" again, the staff had already found wooden boards, about one centimeter thick, took three sheets, walked to Qiao Moyu, and said, "Is this okay?"
Qiao Moyu looked at it: "It's a little thin, stack the three sheets together!"
Under the curious eyes of everyone, Qiao Moyu placed the wooden board on the edge of a table, holding one half of it with her left hand, and the other half hanging in the air.
When the host saw her about to start, he couldn't help but stop: "Don't wear gloves? Will it hurt? Otherwise, forget it..."
"I don't have any other talents, I can only rely on my limbs to develop." Qiao Moyu said, she raised her hands, and then—
Chop down!
Just hearing the sound of a snap, everyone was shocked to find that the three wooden boards were broken at the same time!
For several seconds, the scene was silent.
Qiao Moyu felt a little numb in her hand, maybe because of the lack of exercise in her body, she raised her hand and raised it towards everyone, her eyes crooked with a smile: "My hand is fine!"
Under the sun, that hand was slender and slender, and the nails were trimmed cleanly, white and delicate, as if onion. It seemed like a pair of hands playing the piano, but it contained surprising power.
On the side, Ye Peicheng looked at Qiao Moyu's expression like asking for merit, and the corners of his lips slightly evoked an imperceptible smile. He thought, if she wasn't a girl, I'm afraid she would really be able to perform a big boulder in the chest.
However, everyone focused their attention on Qiao Moyu, and no one noticed Ye Peicheng's sudden snow-like smile.
A few minutes later, the topics, like dandelions in the spring breeze, have been swiped all over Weibo and the circle of friends.
[The beauty in plain clothes splits three wooden boards with her bare hands]
[In the performing arts circle of many weak willows and beauties, the hero of female middle school is shocked]
[The upright Miss Moyu must be a chivalrous girl from ancient times, right?]
[I'm going to be bent by Miss Moyu, she's beautiful and can fight, please marry me!]
News of this kind has already exploded on the Internet, and Qiao Moyu, who was at the center of the topic, didn't even know that she was on the hot search again.
So, the top topic on the list: 'Emperor Ye Ying did not kiss him'
Second place: 'Emperor Ye and Qiao Moyu';
The third place: 'Qiao Moyu splits the plank with bare hands';
Fourth place: 'Xing Wanshuang Sword Dance';
Fifth place: 'Qiao Ruohuan and Xing Yichen';
The last one: '"Shengshi" is more popular than "Xinghai".
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The fan meeting ended successfully, and Qiao Moyu was about to leave when she saw Ye Peicheng coming out of the dressing room.
He has changed into casual clothes, wears sunglasses and a hat, has no assistant by his side, and holds a car key in his hand, where he should be driving alone.
Qiao Moyu greeted him with a smile, and was about to brush shoulders and leave, when Ye Peicheng suddenly bent over and picked up something from the ground.
Ye Peicheng opened the money in his hand and found that there were 150 yuan, so he raised his eyes and asked Qiao Moyu, "Did you drop it?"
Qiao Moyu shook her head, hehe, she knew where his money came from, but she wouldn't say it.
Because they both took off their makeup and changed their clothes just now, it took some time. The director, Xing Wanshuang and others all left, so it seems that the money can't be handed over to the public.
Ye Peicheng rubbed the money in his hand and asked Qiao Moyu, "Is your driver not there?"
Qiao Moyu nodded: "The nanny car just went for maintenance today. I came by taxi in the morning."
Ye Peicheng's eyes fell forward: "Let's go."
Does he mean to take her for a ride? Qiao Moyu thought, it seems that Ye Yingdi is quite approachable.
The two walked in the direction of the underground garage together, two meters apart from each other, and there was no conversation, as if they were just passersby.
Until, when the elevator reached the negative floor, Ye Peicheng suddenly stopped. He walked to the door of an Internet celebrity ice cream shop, lowered the brim of his hat, turned his head and asked Qiao Moyu who was behind him naturally, "What flavor do you want?"
Qiao Moyu replied instinctively, "Tiramisu."
"One herb, one tiramisu." Ye Peicheng handed over the money he just picked up. This ice cream is known as the top ingredients for air transport, and one is exactly 75 yuan.
The little guy at the counter didn't recognize him because he was busy. After he was done, he handed over two ice creams.
Ye Peicheng took it and gave the tiramisu to Qiao Moyu.
Qiao Moyu was a little flattered by Ye Yingdi's treat. Although the money was not due to her, she still said sweetly, "Thank you Ye Yingdi."
"It's okay." He took a bite of the ice cream, feeling the coolness and sweetness melt on the tip of his tongue, his deep eyes locked on her, and he spat out two words: "Sell the stolen goods."
The author has something to say: Papa Ye, who said your son would not flirt with girls? He was single before, but he was single by strength!