This time, Sheng Jingheng could come and stay in the same lounge with South Vietnam, which was naturally arranged by the organizer.

After all, it was a temporary arrangement for them to sing on the stage, and they didn't prepare before, so let them stay together for a while to find their feelings.

So they couldn't hug in front of the stage. When it came to the backstage, without others, they naturally gave a hug with great peace of mind.

However, South Vietnam has to sing on stage later because of its full set of makeup, and dare not hold it too presumptuously.

They can only hold each other face to face, bow their heads and look up at each other quietly. The bottom of their eyes are smiles that they can't hide and don't want to hide.

"Mr. Sheng, am I great?"

Sheng Jingheng smiled softly and raised his hand over the tip of her nose: "well, it's worthy of being my little fan."

"I still want to thank Mr. Sheng for his cultivation." Nanyue tilted his head and looked at him with a sweet smile on his face. "I can't repay you. Why don't I promise by example?"

Sheng Jingheng tightened his hand and looked at her with a slightly hoarse voice: "well, from now on, you will be my man."

"Ah?" South Vietnam really didn't expect that he would take such a long sentence and was afraid of provoking him, so he coughed and asked, "isn't it before today?"

"Before today, you were probably just a butterfly tired of flying."

Sheng Jingheng put down his hand, finally took her hand as he wished, rubbed her fingertips and put them on his chest. His eyes hung slightly and looked serious.

"I hope this place can be your habitat forever."

South Vietnam was slightly moved. She was just joking, but she got his solemn promise.

A man like him either doesn't say it or it's so formal and grand, and he will definitely do it.

Thinking about it, Nan Yue also looked firmly at him: "well, I won't go away. How can I squeeze teacher Sheng's flower dry?"

"..." Sheng Jingheng's eyes grew deeper and deeper, and with some helplessness, "if he had to go on stage."

Didn't she dare to talk like this because she was going to take the stage later and he couldn't do anything?

Nanyue smiled, then let him go a little and took a step back: "Mr. Sheng, let's listen to the meeting song and sing a paragraph?"

Thinking that it was the same last night, he proposed to read the script with her in that good atmosphere. Sheng Jingheng couldn't help laughing.

His girl is really vindictive.

They stayed alone in the lounge for about 15 minutes. Mo Lvlv, reminded by the staff, came to tell them that it was time to go and prepare for the stage.

Although the organizers did not prepare too well in other aspects for their singing on stage, they still made full preparations for the stage effect.

Before they came on stage, the stage props division was like dry ice without money. They put fog on the stage. For a time, the smoke was swirling like a fairyland.

As the prelude to the song sounded, the two walked side by side, slowly through the white smoke, looming and revealing their body shape, really like a fairy coming to earth.

Before singing, there was thunderous applause under the stage.

Many people looked at South Vietnam and Sheng Jingheng, feeling that they didn't know who to stare at.

When they finally got together, they were much more comfortable. Even if they didn't take CP, they thought they were a perfect match in appearance and temperament.

Hu Xuerou, sitting alone under the stage, looked at them and felt very pleasing to the eyes.

However, I can't help thinking that South Vietnam has always insisted that she is human.

However, when people and demons are together, there is never any good result.

Even if Sheng Jingheng is a half demon, I'm afraid it's the same.

Thinking, Hu Xuerou couldn't help but flash a worry in her eyes. Such a pair of great CPS won't be dismantled because of this?