On the day of the launching ceremony, a stage was set up in the square in front of the mall, and the rehearsal ground was temporarily renovated from a warehouse and office. The office was hung with a locker room sign, and the large warehouse separated several areas with plaques.

The host, etiquette team, model, and orchestra are the least dynamic.

Luo Wenhe and Pan Junmao hid in the corner. Both of them remained silent. They had different facial features, and they made the same expression - frowning and drooping the corners of their mouths.

Rowanhe whispered: "The scale of this event is quite large."

Pan Junmao's brows became even tighter, and his hands were shaking slightly. The two of them had been playing in the orchestra for so long, and they were all having a small fight. When they came to such a big scene, they were inevitably guilty.

"Sister Huang." Luo Wenhe came to Huang Yiyan's side, "Have the Golden Group ever participated in such an event?"

Huang Yiyan leaned against the wall and flipped through the music score. "No." But Hongwo's business is booming and the audience is no less than this kind of activity.

"Are you nervous?" Luo Wenhe thought that she hadn't played the guitar for more than a year and was under a lot of psychological pressure.

Unexpectedly, she briefly answered one word: "No."

Luo Wenhe raised the corner of his mouth upwards, bringing out an embarrassing smile.

The warehouse was too noisy, Huang Yiyan said: "I'll go out to smoke a cigarette."

She doesn't like smoking, so she just holds her mouth in her mouth and then lights it when she walks to the corridor.

The smoke was shrouded in smoke, and she saw a green plant next to her. The stems and roots were winding up, and the simple green leaves could not smell the fragrance, nor could there be red flowers.

She went in the opposite direction and planned to go back after smoking the cigarette.

As I approached, a female voice rang out around the corner: "Where? I am from the media company. Your appearance and figure are a waste of talent as a print model. How good is it to go directly to TV."

Ning Huo's figure flashed in Huang Yiyan's mind.

The other party did not answer.

The woman spoke again, with two laughs: "I have an advertisement for potato chips on hand. You have a very suitable temperament and the price is easy to negotiate."

"How many?"

The smoke on Huang Yiyan's mouth almost fell, and it was indeed Ning Huo.

"This number." said the woman.

“Low.”

"You are an unknown model, and this one is very low."

"Goodbye." Ning Huo walked out of the corridor and turned to see Huang Yiyan. He stopped.

Huang Yiyan sneered in a smoke.

The woman followed her out and handed Ning Huo a business card, "Keep in touch."

The woman walked outward and her figure disappeared in front of an office door.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Without outsiders, Huang Yiyan's breath choked in his throat finally coughed out.

Ning Huo took two steps forward, stretched out his left arm to support her ear, and asked with a smile: "Wife, come check the post?"

"What number did she give?" She raised her head slightly.

"What's wrong?" He kindly pinched her hair behind her ears.

"The family is short of money. If you have a good price, you can compromise."

"Selling my husband?" His warm breath exclaimed in her ears.

She wanted to smoke again, but was blocked by his right hand. She was impatient, "You—"

He suddenly took her ear.

Her hot lips and tongue caught her off guard and said, "Hiss." She was about to reprimand when she suddenly heard footsteps coming from far to near.

Ning Huo quickly let her go.

The seaguard rushed out, took a big stroll in a hurry, and shouted: "Ninghuo."

She was intact, but Huang Yiyan subconsciously made up the rules. She vaguely heard Ning Huo beside her chuckling. She tweaked her ears fiercely and turned around and walked back.

Haike's steps became smaller, he glanced at her, and came over and asked in a low voice, "Who is this?"

"If you don't know, please ask for directions." Ning Huo put his hands in his pockets, calm as usual.

"You were just rushing the wall?" Haike retrieved the half-second image in his mind.

"You're dazzled."

Haike was half-believing and half-doubted, "Okay. Go back, I'll arrange the order of your appearance."

When Hongwo heard that Huang Yiyan got married, he thought her husband was Liu Yongyan.

And there is no one on Ning Huo who knows the fact that he is married.

Even Haike, an intermediary who was responsible for submitting Ning Huo's resume, wrote the word "unmarried" when filling in Ning Huo's marital status. Haike didn't understand Ning Huo's past. Ning Huo never corrected it when he saw his resume.

Ning Huo and Huang Yiyan have been married for a year and have been in different ways. When they got married, they did not discuss whether to make it public, but they concealed it very tacitly.

Ning Huo kept saying that Ming Wangshu was already past.

Huang Yiyan didn't believe it.

Just like her past, the flesh-blown past. The person who flows through the sea of ​​blood remembers the butcher knife at the end of the love road.

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After the host reported the show, the band stepped onto the stage.

Huang Yiyan stood calmly behind the two men. She came over to practice and gave them the opportunity to appear on the camera.

The audience thought she was hiding because of nervousness. When she heard it again, the two men in front were so nervous. When the lead singer introduced the band's name, the ending sound shook and ended abruptly.

Huang Yiyan and Pan Junmao were close, and she saw his slightly shaking legs. These two really had no stage experience at all.

The audience's applause rang sparsely.

The three of them returned to their respective positions.

Huang Yiyan lowered her head slightly, and her short hair dropped from her cheeks, blocking many looking eyes. She was wearing a black shirt and tights of the same color, and a gold necklace hung on her chest. The stage lights shone, and the necklace was dazzling.

This outfit is neutral, and many viewers can't see her face clearly, and they ask, "Is this man or a woman?"

Some people say that it is rare for a rock female guitarist.

Some people say that women are slender and slender.

Huang Yiyan automatically blocked the discussion below. She heard Pan Junmao sing a few wrong notes and then tuned it.

But it was Pan Junmao's turn to be stunned.

The band without tacit understanding was very failed in cooperation. Fortunately, the audience couldn't hear the tricks.

After the hot scene was over, the band moved to the left side of the stage. They are now waiting for the model team to take the stage.

Huang Yiyan did not ask why Ning Huo appeared here. Anyway, this reason must have nothing to do with his beauty.

A stunning scream came from the audience, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

Ning Huo's tall back stood in front of her.

He turned around and walked back, glanced at her expressionlessly.

She had a dimples. She didn't do much serious things, so she was just a sarcastic use. Just like now, she looked up at him with a smile on her face.

He suddenly raised his eyebrows to her and secretly sent a secret message.

She curled her ridicule and looked away.

The couple communicated almost zero in public. Her occasional sarcasm was rare.

There were not many male models, so Ning Huo changed into another set of sportswear. When he walked on the platform, he was indifferent and did not look at Huang Yiyan again.

She is colder than him.

At this time, Luo Wenhe was in a much calmer mood. He had just seen a female audience taking photos here, and until now, the female audience's eyes were still staring at him. He finally felt the excitement of focusing and used drumsticks to tweak his braids.

The launch ceremony lasted for an afternoon.

When the band packed up the instruments, the female audience trotted over.

Luo Wenhe pretended not to know, and slowly turned around and heard the female audience ask, "Are you the golden combination of rhubarb?" He was immediately disappointed, everything before was indeed a fantasy.

The female audience looked like a student, with a tremolo voice speaking, and was bent down to look at Huang Yiyan who was still sitting on the chair.

Huang Yiyan raised his head, "Yes." Although the golden combination has exploded, it is only in a niche circle. This is the first time she has been recognized in an occasion outside the Hongneng.

The female audience took out a leaflet from her bag, took out a signing pen, and said excitedly: "Can you sign me?"

Huang Yiyan wrote the word "yellow" on a corner of white paper.

The female audience thanked her repeatedly and held the leaflet in her arms, feeling like she was a treasure.

Huang Yiyan returned to the lounge with a guitar on his back.

Luo Wenhe couldn't help but say, "Sister Huang, you shouldn't give up on music, there are fans."
To be continued...