Chapter 455

Xiao Yan and Leng Yueyue sat there and saw this scene. They were so frightened that they turned pale and stared incredulously.

It happened so suddenly that Han Muzi didn't even count that her shoe root would suddenly break at this time, and there was nothing to catch around. Her body fell to her side uncontrollably.

She even thought that she didn't know if she would knock her head at the moment. She could only subconsciously stretch out her hand to protect her face and head.

However, as soon as the hand moved, it was firmly fastened by someone.

The next second, she fell into yetingchen's arms.

"..." Xiaoyan and Lengyue were shocked, and their faces were stunned. Their expressions seemed to be suspended.

Han Muzi thought she would break her head and bleed. Who knows if there was any pain, she fell into a warm arms. The strong masculinity belonging to yetingchen spared no effort to wrap her. Yetingchen's hand clasping her wrist was changed to hold her waist. He held her chin and forced her to raise her head.

"Are you all right?" his voice was irritable, his face was pale, and he looked very frightened.

Han Muzi's lingering palpitations did not disappear. His heart jerked and subconsciously shook his head.

"I, I'm fine."

Night Tingchen looked at her for a long time and suddenly stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms.

Bang!

Just at this time, the lights in the auditorium were turned off for the sake of lighting effect, and the surrounding was plunged into darkness.

It's quiet everywhere. Han Muzi can only hear her own heartbeat, and she can hear each other's heartbeat.

She was tightly held in her arms by yetingchen. The temperature on him was constantly passing over and soon surrounded her. Night Tingchen held her tighter and tighter, so strong that she almost crushed her bones.

But... I don't know why, Han Muzi didn't push him away.

And at this moment, she suddenly felt yetingchen's tension towards her.

Just when he caught himself, his pale face showed that he was nervous about himself.

The sound of music sounded, which was a kind of quiet Ding Dong sound, knocking and playing, such as hitting Han Muzi's heart.

The person holding her also had no action for a moment. It took a long time to lower his head. His thin lips seemed to kiss her hair.

This clear touch made Han Muzi's senses become clear in an instant. She suddenly recovered and found that she was still in ye Tingchen's arms. At the thought of what he had said to herself, she had to break away from ye Tingchen's embrace and come out of his arms.

"Thank you, Mr. night."

Han Muzi found her seat in shock and sat down. Then she found that her heel was broken.

What's going on? Are the shoes bought this time of such poor quality?

Thinking of this, Han Muzi pursed her lips and thought about what she would do if her shoe root was broken later. Yetingchen's low voice came over her ears.

"It's no use just saying thank you."

The warm breath has been sprayed behind her ears, and Han Muzi frowned slightly in the dark.

She bit her lower lip and pretended not to hear yetingchen's words.

After that, the activities on the stage began. The audience was still dark. Everyone sat silently. Xiaoyan and Lengyue on Han Muzi's side were probably frightened, so they kept quiet and didn't speak.

If Han Muzi didn't know they were sitting next to her, she might think she was the only one who came to the scene!

As time passed, the prelude performance on the stage was over, and the scene fell into silence again. Han Muzi estimated the time in her heart. At this time, Lin Xinghuo and Zhao Yiru were going to play.

The brand arranged for them to play together, so there will be a good play later.

Han Muzi couldn't help looking at Xiaoyan.

She came to see Zhao Yiru make a fool of herself today, but the news she got was that the skirt was bought in full and sent to Zhao Yiru, although Han Muzi didn't know what was going on.

But... Xiao Yan may be really disappointed tonight.

With the background music, Zhao Yiru and Lin Xinghuo slowly appeared in the middle of the stage, one side.

In order to match Lin Xinghuo's Starlight skirt, the brand gave Lin Xinghuo the most special style of stars this year, and Zhao Yiru was in accordance with the original agreement.

With the shouting of fans in the audience, the atmosphere of the scene was pushed to the highest point.

Zhao Yiru and Lin Xinghuo look more and more obvious in the light. Han Muzi sees the skirt on Zhao Yiru, which is the same color as the sea, which is completely different from the starry sky blue on Lin Xinghuo.

But there are similarities.

At this time, a huge vibration came from his side.

It was Xiao Yan who stood up directly from the audience. She looked at Zhao Yiru's skirt excitedly, her eyes shining. How could this happen?

"Who? Why do you suddenly stand up?" someone complained behind. Han Muzi quickly pulled Xiao Yan down.

After Xiaoyan sat down, filled with grievances, she grabbed Han Muzi's arm with her backhand and clenched her teeth in anger: "Muzi, what's going on? That skirt..."

Han Muzi had long heard Lin Xinghuo mention it, so he was very calm at the moment and said softly, "it's so far. Even if there's any doubt, wait until it's over."

Xiao Yan was very angry, but after listening to Han Muzi's words, he had to press back the resentment at the bottom of his heart, but he didn't feel at all.

Han Muzi naturally knew that she was angry now, but things had developed like this, and there was no way to make any change. She could only whisper, "don't be angry. We'll talk about anything later."

Until the end, lights were lit around because there was an interview.

The major media reporters asked questions to the two people on the stage, and then took pictures for five minutes.

Taking advantage of the clutter, Xiao Yan angrily said, "what's the matter? That skirt was clearly bought, wasn't it? Why did it wear on her? What's the matter? Bathe purple!"

Han Muzi thought of what Lin Xinghuo said to herself, so she told Xiao Yan.

"That's what happened. I don't know anything else."

"Shit! It's impossible! Han Qing bought the skirt. Did Han Qing give it to Zhao Yiru? Shit! Why is he so bad? He gave it to Zhao Yiru?"

Han Muzi: "... It's not him. It's a little complicated. Let's have a look first."

Although Xiaoyan was very angry, she didn't ask any questions after listening to her. She just thought depressed that if Han Qing gave Zhao Yiru his skirt, then... She wouldn't treat him as a male god in the future.

The male God wouldn't do such a tasteless thing!

At this time, the question session on the stage has begun.

Maybe some people want to do something, but they actually asked Zhao Yiru an explosive question.

"Miss Zhao, I heard that you will attend today's new product launch because you like this jewelry brand. But if you like this jewelry brand so much, why do you wear a high imitation dress?"