Chapter 388: The VIP seats

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Wen Qiao smiled guiltily and touched his face. I didn’t think it through enough. You’re quite busy anyway, and this is a small-scale performance. None of our friends or family have tickets. Otherwise, how about …

Her breath tightened, and the man’s breath was on her lips. I’m treated the same as your family and friends, right? ”

Wen Qiao pressed herself against the glass of the French windows and pursed her lips. why don’t you go backstage and watch our performance from the side? ”

The man’s rough fingers rubbed against her neck.”Do I need to stand at the side to watch my girlfriend’s performance?”

Wen Qiao forced herself to use her gentlest voice to coax him, ” just treat that as the VIP seat, hmm? You’re the most special member of the audience, so of course you have to stand in the most special position.”

On the 26th of April, a rare sunny day before the Huangmei rainy season.

Young master Fu stood at the side of the stage and looked at the man beside him, his face turning green.

Shang fan was still unaware and wanted to shake his hand. “Mr. Fu, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

With one hand in his pocket, Fu Nanli merely nodded his head coldly as a form of greeting.

Backstage, Wen Qiao was so nervous that her legs were shaking.

It wasn’t because she was going to perform on stage, but because Shang fan was here. The most special audience she had promised-the side curtains of the stage-wasn’t just Fu Nanli standing there now. Fu Nanli would definitely settle the score with her after this.

It was extremely deadly.

What was worse was that Zhuang Yan was here as well, and he was a guest performer.

Wen Qiao massaged her temples in frustration. “Lu Youyou!”

“Qiao Qiao.” Lu Youyou smiled guiltily.

explain to me why Zhuang Yan is a guest performer. I don’t know about it.

Lu Youyou said guiltily, ” the performance this time is a combination of folk and Western music. Haven’t you always wanted to promote the integration of Chinese and Western music? I’ll let Song Yu participate. I thought that since I already have the piano, I’ll add the violin as well. Then, Zhuang Yan will definitely be the best candidate. Qiaoqiao, I’m doing this for our performance.”

How could Wen Qiao bear to be so fierce to Lu Youyou?

He could only say in a soft and helpless voice, ” you should’ve told me earlier. Fu Nanli still doesn’t know that I’m going to perform with Zhuang Yan later. Aren’t you just causing trouble? ”

“I’ll go to young master Fu and kowtow to apologize later,” Lu Youyou said.

Wen Qiao’s temples were throbbing. What was the use of Lu Youyou’s apology? in the end, she would still be the one in trouble.

Zhuang Yan went backstage with his violin on his back.

When she saw Zhuang Yan again, Wen Qiao’s heart was as calm as still water. After all, liking this guy was something that happened in her previous life, and it felt like a dream.

Zhuang Yan had apologized to her in front of so many people, and now she could get along with him without any grudges, just like a normal friend.

However, Zhuang Yan couldn’t treat her as a normal friend. He still looked at Wen Qiao with a burning gaze.

Since she had already invited him, Wen Qiao couldn’t just let him leave.

It was all for the sake of folk music, and Youyou had put in a lot of effort. She smiled at Zhuang Yan and said, ” “Then let’s go through the rehearsal.”

Wen Qiao’s hair and makeup were already done. She was wearing a reddish-brown traditional Chinese dress with a Jade hairpin in her hair. There was a mole at the end of her right eye, which was glistening with tears.

Zhuang Yan’s eyes were a little dazed.

This kind of girl had once chased after him and said that she liked him. He was the biggest fool in the world. He had pushed her away with his own hands and even humiliated her with so many people.

At that time, the girl must have been living a very torturous life.

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