Chapter 201

Zhao Tong and Jin Xuan are stunned. Wenqiao is really brave. She is not afraid of Hai Mao hitting her face? It'll be even worse.

But it's good. It's better to hit the face like this.

Xu Lu's heart sank completely.

Zhao Tong is so stupid. He is so stupid.

Fu Nanli in the last row looked at the people on the stage, and Fu Cheng said softly: "Mu Yue, a popular composer on the Internet, has composed music for the popular singer Shang fan, and the song is very popular."

Fu Nanli looked heavy and said softly, "well, let's go."

Her performance was over and he didn't want her to know that he had come.

Fu was surprised and left? Don't you go backstage to give Xiaowen a flower or something? "

"No, let's go."

Male reporter is still asking: "are you sure you are Mu Yue?"

Wenqiao imposing: "don't you believe that I am Mu Yue?"

Male reporter sneer: "how can? How could it be? "

The news was immediately exposed to the Internet. When Wenqiao and Wenqiao changed their clothes and were ready to leave Ciwen, a group of media had been stationed outside.

Some confusion backstage, staff worried: "Xiaowen, many reporters outside."

Wenqiao smiles: "it's OK. You still have a show behind you. Don't worry about us. We'll go out by ourselves."

At the bottom of my heart, there was a little loss because Fu Nanli didn't come to see her performance.

He won the applause of everyone, but he didn't have him.

She was not happy.

Lu youyou has a posture of "one man in charge, ten thousand people can't open it." he said, "they dare to embarrass you. I'm not finished with them!"

Chunxiao and Lin Xiang also changed their overcoats, surrounded by Wenqiao and went out.

Lin Xiang: "I didn't expect you to be mu Yue."

Spring dawn star eye: "Qiao Qiao, I worship you more and more, you are my goddess."

Zhuang Yan instinctively followed them. It was said that there was a group of media stationed in the front and rear doors. She rushed out and was hard to get out of the predicament. He wanted to help her.

Walking to the side door, she was suddenly grabbed by her arm and turned her head. It was Xu Lu wearing a mask.

A piece of gauze is exposed on the bridge of her nose. Now Xu Lu is always afraid to face Zhuang Yan. She thinks that she is ugly and funny. Wenqiao brings all this to her.

"Zhuang Yan, you are going to perform later. Where are you going?"

Zhuang Yan looked gloomy: "you are too broad-minded."

"I don't want to care about you. You have to consider the reputation of the school. Many of the people who came to see the performance today are big figures in the classical and Symphony circles. You can't be willful."

Zhuang Yan gritted his teeth: "I just went out to see her off."

"Do you know how long it will take? There are a lot of people out there

Two people talk, Wenqiao and they have been out of the gate, the security stopped outside the reporters flocked to, flashing lights one after another.

Some people have a natural desire to be famous.

Wenjo didn't, really didn't. She just wanted to make money and become a big man behind the scenes. Her private life was excessively focused. She didn't have this hobby.

Lin Xiang and Lu youyou protect her one by one, reaching out to push the cameras on their faces: "sorry, don't shoot, don't shoot."

Wenqiao's face is also painted with retro makeup of the Republic of China. These photographers are addicted to taking pictures. There is no dead angle at 360 degrees, and they even forget to ask her if she is admiring the moon.

Chunxiao was short, followed by, and had no contribution. She could only raise her voice: "would you please let me have a seat?"

Originally surrounded by the back door of the media also heard the wind, dozens of people blocked the road to death.

Two black cars were parked across the street. Fu Nanli sat in the back seat with a solemn expression, and finally got out of the car.