Author: Fatty Fatty Jing

Song Yingying kept silent, and Nan Qiao looked at her quietly, her eyes full of jokes.

Finally, Mu Rufeng said in a cold voice.

"If you don't know, don't say anything."

Mu Rufeng has been on his face until now, and his face has always been sunny and cheerful.

This is the first time netizens have heard him speak in such a serious voice.

[Yingying was just a kind reminder. She was not wrong. Why did she talk to her like this? I felt like Yingying was about to cry.]

[Mu Rufeng is worthy of being in the same group as Nan Qiao, neither of them is a good thing.]

[Isn’t it something that the entire network knows if Nan Qiao has no special skills? Who of you has watched Nan Qiao perform?]

[It was originally Song Yingyingxian’s green tea. Whatever he put on, his tea art is almost even better than Meng.]

[Tea Appreciation Master Mu Rufeng.]

"I didn't mean it. I just said the wrong thing. I'm sorry, Sister Nan Qiao."

Song Yingying felt embarrassed to be exposed to a boy who likes a little.

I could only pretend to apologize to Nan Qiao.

Nan Qiao chuckled, "It's okay, next time you speak, you can make sure whether your mouth and brain are connected."

"Sister Nan Qiao is right."

When Mu Rufeng heard Nan Qiao say it was okay, he turned around and said this to Song Yingying gently.

Song Yingying's hands on her legs were pinching her tightly, and her smile on her face was even worse than crying.

"good."

The show finally began.

There is no host on the stage program, only the large screen behind the stage plays the performers in a clear order.

The first show was a dance performance.

There were a few girls who were on the stage, with their upper body slid toward their waists and black trousers and skirts on their lower body.

He had strong makeup on his face.

Perhaps to create the atmosphere, the music is a very igniting song, and several girls danced in the center of the stage with all their heart.

After the dance, everyone in the audience applauded for face.

The second program is singing.

A man and a woman sang a love song that is now very popular together.

The third program is still a dance, but this time the program is a single-player performance.

The girl was wearing a knee-length white dress, and the ancient songs were heard, and the girl jumped up with her long hair and lightly tapped her toes.

I know the third, fourth, fifth...

The applause from the audience is getting more and more learned.

At the beginning of the show, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is crowded in the park.

But now five programs have passed, and the number of people has not increased, but has decreased a lot.

Mu Rufeng yawned secretly, squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at Nan Qiao, and asked in a low voice, "Are you sleepy?"

As he said that, he said to himself, "Why are these shows just twisting their butts or waists? It's so boring, I'm sleepy."

Nan Qiao coughed twice, and looked at the radio on his neck, "Let me remind you that you are broadcasting live now."

Mu Rufeng suddenly became clever and straightened his back straight, "I must be sleepy because I stayed up late last night."

[Mu Rufeng, don’t pretend, we all heard it, you said you are sleepy!]

【Don’t talk about them, I’m sleepy myself.】

[Mu Rufeng is indeed right. How come he twists his butt and twists his waist? Apart from love and love, there are no other programs?]

[There is no need to say it in public, right? This is something that people have worked hard to practice. If I were a dancer, I would definitely be sad when I heard this.]

[I'm so mahjong, stop arguing. The boy who was playing the piano on the stage is so handsome, he played it very well.]

At this time, a blond boy wearing a gentleman's uniform was sitting on the stage.

Even laymen can see the excellent skills of boys.

The boy's ten fingers played and fell quickly on the piano, and the pleasant piano sound came into everyone's ears.

There were even people in the audience who closed their eyes and enjoyed this song.

Finally, the song is over.

A thunderous sound suddenly sounded from the audience.

After the performance, the boy did not step down immediately, but got up and took the microphone on the piano.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!