Mr. Xi's favorite wife is unparalleled in the world

Chapter 281 Who is this?
Gu Wenyin on the stage naturally heard Gu Zijing's words, and a strong mockery flashed in her eyes.

Can Gu Anan steal her glory?

Gu Wenyin smiled and turned her head to look sweetly at the man beside her. It was the man she had loved for so many years that gave her the glory at this time.

She really saw the right person, and the results are indeed worthy of her entrustment for the rest of her life.

Gu Wenyin happily leaned her head on Gao Youcheng's shoulder, sniffing the scent of men's perfume on his body, her whole heart was about to explode with excitement.

"Is this the effect you want?" Song Hongyang, whose whole body was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere, stared at the director coldly, "What the hell has something to do with the TV series?"

"Netizens will naturally bring out our drama when they see such news." The director said with a dry smile, "Mr. Song, don't be like this. What things should not be promoted and hyped now? No matter how good something is, if you don't yell twice, who will say it?" I know there's something good here."

"I don't even know if this is the premiere press conference of the new drama or their marriage proposal press conference!" Song Hongyang gritted his teeth, every stubble proclaiming his dissatisfaction.

"As long as the final result is good, that's fine..." The director wiped the cold sweat from his head with his hands. The hairline that had already moved back had a tendency to continue to break through. He was also doing it for the drama, wasn't he?
Teacher Song is just too stubborn.

The powerful piano sounded suddenly, as if a sharp dagger ruthlessly pierced the warm and romantic atmosphere.

Who is this?
Everyone immersed in the sweetness of Gu Wenying's Gao Youcheng all turned around impatiently, and looked at the piano placed in the corner.

Because of the angle, most people can't see the pianist, but a small number of people who can see it are strange. When did this person pass?

Gao Youcheng frowned in displeasure. The pianist he arranged should have already retired. Who arranged this now?
Just as the staff at the venue were about to drive away the people behind the piano, the smooth sound of the piano slammed down and fell heavily on everyone's hearts.

The passionate sound of the piano seemed to be the raging flames of war raging and bombing the venue. In an instant, everyone in the venue was brought into the once chaotic era.

There are those who defend their homes and the country with their own flesh and blood to contend with the enemy's rifles and artillery. In front of them is the flames of war of death, and behind them are their own homes and relatives.

Ordinary people one after another resolutely stepped onto the battlefield amidst the enemy's aggression. They may be young or may have gray hair, but their footsteps are equally firm-the lost ground will never be restored, and they will never return it!

Some people are already sobbing, and no one remembers the romance of the marriage proposal just now. What they think of is the arduous war that their own country has experienced in the past. How many martyrs sacrificed their lives and blood for this peaceful day?

The press conference was broadcast live. Many old people in front of the TV seemed to have returned to the years of war with the sound of the piano. They were surrounded by the explosion of enemy artillery fire and the hoarse shouts of their companions. They held simple knives and guns tightly in their hands. Shouting: "Go! Go! Go!"

For the sake of the family behind him, for the land under his feet, and for the sake of thousands of descendants, he vowed not to be a subjugated slave!
I don't know how many old people cry in front of the TV like a child and can't help themselves.

After a series of shocking vibrato, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The player sitting on the chair is gasping for breath. This piano piece can only be so shocking if it is endowed with soul. Similarly, it will also consume a lot of mental energy of the player.

(End of this chapter)