Chapter 292： The wealthy wife's Shura Field (13)

Compared to Sheng Jinghua, Fu Yue felt that Qin Shuhan might be a little better.

So, when she went out, she asked the driver to drive her to Liyuan, the largest theater group in North City.

On the high stage, many Tsing Yi actors sang the joys and sorrows of their lives.

Flicking his sleeves and raising his eyes, it was a lingering affliction that was unclear.

Qin Shuhan is Liyuan's top brand Tsing Yi.

Although he is a man, his popularity in this North City is not low. Many dignitaries, celebrities and wealthy people come to this Liyuan to listen to his plays.

Fu Yue had just walked into Liyuan, her eyes were a little curious, she had never come to listen to the play, and naturally she had never seen what the troupe looked like.

See it right away.

In the front is an elevated stage, and in the back are densely packed chairs.

The front row is a spacious carved solid wood chair, between the two chairs there is a small round table with tea and snacks. Exclusively for those dignitaries who come to listen to the show.

Seeing Fu Yue coming, a steward who knew her hurriedly greeted her, and secretly winked at her: "Miss Su, why did you come so early today? He came to see Ash, right? What about makeup..."

Fu Yue's eyelids twitched.

Somewhat speechless.

This sounds like, Su Chiyue really often came to Qin Shuhan, this has become a regular visitor, and even knows the manager.

She followed the steward to the backstage.

Looking up, I saw the Tsing Yi actor sitting in front of the dressing table, preparing to put on makeup.

Although Qin Shuhan is a man, in order to sing, he kept a waist-length blue silk, and his crow-green hair draped obediently behind his back, almost hanging down on the chair.

Hear the sound behind.

Qin Shuhan turned his head, and the moment he saw Fu Yue, his eyes were startled for a moment, then surprise appeared, and then he stood up.

He was a young man who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old. His figure was a little thin, and his eyebrows were delicate and beautiful. It was not beautiful, but he was a little unspeakable and charming.

The eyebrow pencil in his hand was not steady and fell to the ground.

Qin Shuhan didn't bother about it either. He walked in the direction of Fu Yue, raising his hand to hold her hand, "Chi Yue, why are you free today?"

Fu Yue stepped back subconsciously and avoided Qin Shuhan's hand.

The boy's hand froze in place, muttering: "Chi Yue, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Yue looked back at the steward, and the other party walked away winkingly.

Looking back, Fu Yue looked at Qin Shuhan coldly, and said seriously: "Let's break it."

Straight to the point.

Qin Shuhan wondered: "Why, did I do something wrong?"

His voice was soft, even if it was questioning, it didn't sound offensive.

Fu Yue squatted down, picked up the eyebrow pencil that fell on the ground, and then handed it to Qin Shuhan, with red lips closing together: "What else is between us besides feigning? You can't be close to me. It's because I am Qi Jin's wife..."

"Huh? Young Master Qin."

The woman's tone rose slightly.

The young man's eyes widened slightly, he lowered his eyes in disbelief, and stared straight at Fu Yue.

His alias in Liyuan is Shu Qing.

But Fu Yue broke his identity by opening his mouth.

Looking at the woman's long, narrow and indifferent phoenix eyes, the mocking mockery was as if he was just a joke.

Qin Shuhan's heart sank a little, and even his voice became alienated.

"That said, Miss Su was in a scene with me from the beginning?"

"The old soft talk and ears and temples were all fake?"