trap rose

Everyone's eyes fell on her.

But Pei Qingqing said: "It doesn't matter, I know Zhao Moxuan is here for money."

If you want money, she won't give it to you.

Sooner or later, the entire Pei family's company will be in his own hands.

Not to mention the head office, the branches will not be handed over to Zhao Moxuan!

Pei Zhiyao told himself at the beginning.

Zhao Moxuan is not a good person, and the company is not reliable in his hands.

Although Pei Qingqing didn't know why Pei's father was so persistent in giving the company to Zhao Moxuan.

But Pei Qingqing had already made up his mind.

She would never let Zhao Moxuan succeed.

After the words fell, Pei Qingqing smiled and waved his hands indifferently.

"You don't have to worry about it. Zhao Moxuan and I have no relationship foundation. We are just playing together. We both know it well!"

"It's good for you to know."

Some people curled their lips, but they really couldn't resist the sleepiness.

"Oh, I'll drink with you tomorrow. It's too late today. It would be over if my parents find out that I'm not here! Well... I'll leave first!"

"Me too, sorry Ha Qingqing, let's meet up another day!"

"Anyway, you're getting married on the 1st, so you have time before the wedding! Every day is a bachelor party! I'll take the first step!"

It's really late.

It was still dark outside.

Pei Qingqing is not an unreasonable person.

Since the other party wanted to leave, Pei Qingqing had no choice but to wave her hand and send them out.

After people around him got up and left one after another, Liang Yu was left opposite Pei Qingqing.

The two looked at each other, and Pei Qingqing asked with a smile, "Why don't you go back? Don't your parents care?"

Liang Yu raised his wine glass and drank another glass.

At that time, Liang Yu's cheeks were already blushing.

"If you're in a bad mood, come out for a drink and you won't care about me."

She raised her glass and clinked it with Pei Qingqing's glass, feeling that she was more interested than Pei Qingqing.

"Would you like to have a drink with me? I don't think you can go back tonight. It would be nice to drink here until dawn."

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Wen Mian was contacted to sing within a day after he injured his wrist.

Find the right tone and stabilize the typhoon.

Even a few hours before going on stage, Wen Mian felt a little nervous. Amy Cheng drove to pick Wen Mian up early to take her to the theater.

After getting in the car, the music in the car was the song Wen Mian wanted to sing.

Amy had to memorize the melody and pitches by heart, and she was tired of listening to them.

But Wenmian still has to review it over and over again.

She wouldn't say whether she was nervous, let alone express her emotions.

But in Cheng Amy's opinion, she seemed to be more uncomfortable than performing on stage.

Before arriving at the theater, Amy Cheng glanced at Wen Mian through the rearview mirror.

Worry is about to show.

"Can I help you calm down? I see you seem very nervous."

"Need not."

She refused very simply, as if she thought she was fine.

"I'm not very nervous, it's just... I haven't sung on stage before and I'm afraid of failure."

She has a wealth of performing experience, but has never sung in such a large venue.

When Wen Mian got out of the car, she could feel her legs trembling.

This inexplicable feeling made Wen Mian tremble all over.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Cheng Amy quickly helped Wen Mian steady and led him inside.

"Don't be nervous, I will accompany you through the process."

This part was not rehearsed in the rehearsal that day.

So much so that Wen Mian didn't know anything and had to listen to Cheng Amy tell it again.

When Wen Mian entered the dressing room, Kai Ruoqi passed by.

He first greeted Cheng Amy, and then set his sights on Wen Mian.

"come on."

Two short words, but they seemed to give Wen Mian enough courage.

He patted Wen Mian on the shoulder and said with a smile, "The show is over, I'll treat you to dinner."

Wen Mian's nervous mood was relieved after seeing Kai Ruoqi.

The atmosphere backstage was extremely relaxed, and no one was deliberately targeting him.

Wen Mian breathed a sigh of relief and followed Amy Cheng into the dressing room.

Little did he know, there were people gathering together behind him and talking about it.

This sharp targeting and acrimonious look seemed to overflow.