Chapter 40: Like a scumbag who plays with other people's feelings

Chapter 40 is like a scumbag playing with other people's feelings
Wen Qiao nodded obediently: "Well, I see."
"I am in a car accident and amnesia. The first person I saw when I woke up was you, and the person I trusted the most was also you, Wen Qiao. Don't lie to me again."
His eyes were burning, Wen Qiao's eyes flashed, and he bit his scalp and said: "Okay, I won't lie to you again."
She is like a scumbag playing with other people's feelings.
"The day after tomorrow, I will return to work and fly to Munich, and you will fly with me."
Wen Qiao: "...I" looked at his face and immediately agreed, "Okay, okay."
"Have you taken my flight before?"
"No."
"What is the way we date?"
"Just... strolling in the park near my house."
Not lying? It was too difficult, she was really too difficult.
He just hugged her like this, without any further movement, Wen Qiao cautiously said: "I came to play with Mr. Vincent, I have to go backstage to prepare."
Then he held her waist: "Together."
Wen Qiao's psychological quality is very strong. Even with such a thrilling performance before the concert, the performance of the concert is still at the level of an international grand prix.
As for Zhao Tong's question that she has never won an award, it is because she is not as pushy as Xu Lu and has not signed up for any competition.
After the last melodious [Jasmine] was played, the audience burst into thunderous applause.
Gentleman Vincent left the piano stand, walked to Wen Qiao's side, stretched out his hand, Wen Qiao gracefully put on his arm, walked to the center of the stage with him, bowed in the radiant light.
Fu Nanli's gaze seemed to stick to her, from the stage to the curtain call.
Xu Lu, who was sitting in the first row, could see clearly. Mr. Vincent's appreciation for Wen Qiao was clear at a glance. She just deceived herself that Wen Qiao was stuffed into this performance.
The only thing to be thankful for now is that Mrs. Zhuang has fallen in love with Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao's dream of returning to high society is broken again.
She was kind of gloating, and a vulgar girl like Wen Qiao was incompatible with high society.
That '18-line male star' also watched the performance in the first row, not far from their seats.
A foreign staff member walked up to Fu Nanli and bowed his head and said in English: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Vincent invites you to the backstage."
Fu Nanli adjusted his suit and passed by Xu Lu and Zhao Tong.
Zhao Tong said uncertainly: "I...how did I hear him calling him Mr. Fu? Fu? Haicheng has not many Fu surnames, isn't it the young master Tianhuan?"
The mysterious young master who works in the aviation industry.
Xu Lu shook her hand and dropped her bag on the ground with an unnatural expression: "What are you kidding? Can Fu Nanli see Wen Qiao?"
Zhao Tong nodded: "That's true. I heard that the ladies who have seen Fu Nanli want to be Shao Fu, but it is a pity that Master Fu is very picky, and none of them can be in his eyes. Wen Qiao is definitely not qualified to be in his eyes. , Shall we go backstage and take a photo with Mr. Vincent?"
"No, I think the performance of the last two folk music just ruined the standard of the whole concert. If you don't match it, aren't you all out of fans?"
She is used to Wen Qiao being ridiculed and discriminated by everyone.
She was too scared to see Wen Qiao who was surrounded by others, praised, and glowing.
Zhao Tong raised his chin: "That's right, we are not rare. Going backstage may still meet Wen Qiao, who is a villain. Let's not look for that angry receiver. We will never watch Vincent's concerts again."
They went out together with the audience.
But my ears were filled with all kinds of beautiful words about Wen Qiao.
(End of this chapter)