Crazy criticism of the heroine as a god in the spirit world

Chapter 53
Before I could react, I saw that the elevator door had opened, and the dazzling flashing lights in front of me made it impossible for me to open my eyes normally.

I really don't understand how those stars can maintain a pair of smart big eyes in front of the flash, and they can't even blink their eyelashes.

After I got used to the strong light for a while, I tried to keep smiling and walked out.

Fan Tiancheng looked like a gentleman and thoughtful, standing straight behind me with his waist upright, he just lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head to signal me to go first.

I glanced at him, and there was a clear meaning in that look: you know the curator.

But the other party didn't mean to pick it up, he gently supported my waist with his hands, and walked out towards me.

It seems that I don't have time to think about these people and things around me now. I quickly think about when Fan Tiancheng and the curator met.

Does he know that I have a cat called the curator?
Or had he seen me with the curator somewhere?
No, in my memory, this person has never met the curator, so how did he know.

And what he meant just now, how does it feel that the curator he is talking about is not a cat, but a person?
I kept a smile on my face, but the voices next to me seemed to be automatically blocked by me.

Until I was greeted by Fan Tiancheng and finally passed the long red carpet area and entered the guest seat in the viewing area.

Two assistants next to me showed me where to sit, and I calmed down a bit and sat down.

The swirling stage lights in the eyes and the flashing purple light on the scene seemed to enter a space that made people dreamy and intoxicated.

Fan Tiancheng still looked at me with a smile floating on his face.

After all the guests were seated and all the scenes were done, I subconsciously took a deep look at Fan Tiancheng with my eyes.

"Please complete what you have to say!"

I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

He squinted his eyes slightly, and a trace of strangeness came out from behind the lens: "I still don't understand clearly?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you have a cat called the curator? Don't you?"

"Who told you?" I stared at him so that I could see the strangeness from the slightest look in my eyes.

But he said meticulously with a calm expression: "You can find out about this matter from your colleagues!

Besides, I heard that the cat is the master of everyone in your museum.Master cat..."

He turned his head and took a look with his cold eyes, then his eyes lightened suddenly, and he said softly:

"I also like cats very much, and I hope to be lucky enough to meet the curator."

I was a little suspicious in my heart, but they made it very clear that my nerves were too sensitive.

There aren't many people in this world with a bad identity like us.

First of all, this Fan Tiancheng is not a ghost, nor is he a monster. He is a person, and my spiritual eyes can confirm this.

So if an individual can know that the curator is from the underworld, then he must be a ghost.

But looking at it this way, it is unlikely that he is a bad guy.

Maybe people are just out of curiosity, or they heard the introduction about me from someone, and the colleagues in the museum don't know that I am inseparable from a black cat.

"Oh, that's good... If you said it earlier, I would have brought him here today."

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but relax a bit, my complexion improved a little, and I replied to him with a smile.

Then I was really a little hungry, and I started to see what good delicacies were on the table to satisfy my hunger.

Fan Tiancheng added more food to his dinner plate in a leisurely manner, and he added a portion to me first for each portion of the elegant gentleman.

Although, I don't like what he added to me, but I still politely expressed my thanks.

He just casually said while pouring me wine:
"Although you want to bring it here, it may not be willing to come! Besides, it seems to have disappeared for a few days!"

I was a little relaxed at first, but after hearing his yin and yang tone, I seemed to be in control again.

"Well, yes, this dead cat wasted a lot of my dried fish, and ran away after saying a few words to it. It hasn't been seen for two days!"

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Cats are like this, how can anyone catch their hearts!"

"Oh, Mr. Fan also raised a cat?" I didn't seem to want to play a secret game with this guy anymore, and started to show it openly and secretly.

"I have raised a lot of cats. After all, cats are very spiritual. But I have never raised a cat like the curator. I heard that it has evil spirits on it!"

He took a sip of his wine and glanced at me.

"Oh, who did you listen to the gossip about? You don't seem to have been to our venue very much, so you still know a lot about it."

He suddenly turned his head and looked at me with a playful smile.

At the same time, I stuffed another sweet cherry on my plate.

"I just know a little more about you, and I didn't ask much about the rest."

As he spoke, he put the cherry soaked in cream and ice cream into my bowl.

I was frustrated for a while, and my appetite came up when I saw the cherry, and I was distracted by his words for a while, and silently stuffed the cherry into my mouth.

"It's really delicious!" I squeezed a smile on my face and said a little jerky.

The corner of Fan Tiancheng's mouth curled up, "It's our turn to speak on stage!"

He gave me a meaningful look.

The corner of my mouth curled, I put down the fork in my hand and stood up.

So the two of us walked towards the middle of the stage amidst a burst of applause and flashing lights.

The host immediately came forward, handed me a microphone, and whispered:

"Miss Hai, don't need to be nervous, you just need to look ahead, the small square screen in front of the stage will rise up to remind you in a while. You just need to follow the instructions on the prompt screen."

I nodded slightly, and to be honest, I didn't even think about what I was going to say.

That's great, don't think about it now.

So led by the host, the two of us went on stage to complete the donation ceremony, and activated a spark device.

After all, it's all about getting off the stage, so that the reporters and media below have time to take pictures, and businesses can also get their own exposure opportunities through some commercial activities.

Because of this charity dinner, merchants who are required to enter the venue and pay a certain sponsorship fee can also appear in the promotional draft of this dinner.

Everyone found their place in this show.

However, an ordinary employee of a crematorium donated 1000 million to the orphanage, and there is a romantic love story behind it.

Just this news point can continue to break the news continuously for seven days, and it can also arouse people's associations through some follow-ups in the future.

This publicity is also considerable.

I was guided through all the rituals like a robot, and the lights on the stage flickered so hard that I didn't seem to be clear.

And in this strong light and noisy environment, my spiritual eyes are useless.

I was a little dizzy and followed the host's prompts to complete everything I was supposed to do on stage.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain at the tip of my heart, and I only felt that my eyes were dark...

In this way, I fell gorgeously on the stage in full view.

(End of this chapter)