Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 447 Don’t Be Afraid, There Are Us (3)
He was wearing a neat black handmade suit, tall, slender, elegant and elegant, holding a huge bunch of pure white camellias in his arms, looking at Cheng Siqi from a distance with a smile in his eyes.

"very handsome!"

"Her husband is so handsome!"

"He's so tall!"

"The eyes are beautiful!"

"I really want to take off that buddy's mask!"

The crowd suddenly boiled up, but Song Wang, who was watched by the crowd, was calm and relaxed, only smiling, standing there tall and straight, without any expression.

on the stage--

Cheng Siqi's soft and gentle voice sounded slowly.

Sitting back to back on the carpet
Listen to music and talk about dreams
you want me to be gentler

i hope you take me to heart

You said you wanted to give me a romantic dream
thank you for taking you to heaven

Even if it takes a lifetime to complete
As long as I tell you, you will never forget
The most romantic thing i can think of
just grow old with you

Collecting bits and pieces of laughter along the way

Save it for later, slowly rocking in a wheelchair

As soon as she opened her mouth, the soft and sweet breath suddenly enveloped the entire stage, and slowly, it infected everyone around her. People temporarily forgot to explore their looks and fell silent.

She was wearing a mask, and the microphone extended to the position of her chin. The voice slowly came out from under the mask. It was indeed affected a little, but it didn't affect the intuitive feeling she brought to everyone.

Her singing has a magical power to comfort people's hearts, it is gentle and gentle, like a river passing by slowly, washing everything, and there will be no more pain and sorrow in this world.

Only peace and tranquility remained.

Everyone stared at her intently, Song Wang looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and even Jiang Yuan and Zhuo Hang, who walked to the square, stared at her intently.

Of course, the two of them had already figured out the identities of Cheng Siqi and Song Wang in the first place.

Just surprised, the two of them came out, playing so blatantly and carefreely, and even more surprised, the two people whose eyes are intertwined at this moment, have such a lingering and deep love for each other.

In such an impetuous world, there really is such a pair of lovers.

They love each other deeply, and every time they appear, the whole world becomes a backdrop, pitifully nothingness.

"It's so touching!" Zhuo Hang looked at Cheng Siqi, who was still singing, without turning his head, and sighed heavily, "It feels like we are so in love."

"It's quite in love." Jiang Yuan said in a low voice.

Zhuo Hang wanted to say more, but someone suddenly asked in doubt, "Why does it feel like Cheng Siqi?"

The girl's voice fell to the ground, and she suddenly grabbed the arm of the partner next to her, and she was so excited that she said incoherently: "It's Qiqi, my God, I think it must be Qiqi, I went to her album launch last time, and this is it." It feels like she sang "360 Five Days of Missing"!"

"They are all similar in stature, and their hair is about the same length!"

"Oh my God, is Mr. Song? Is that Mr. Song? Her husband is Mr. Song, oh!"

"President Song is alive and well!"

The voice of discussion was louder than one sentence, basically everyone reacted and guessed excitedly, someone screamed from a distance: "Siqi, Siqi!"

Cheng Siqi, who was singing, froze for a moment, and before she had time to react, Song Wang, who squeezed in front of her at some point, quickly grabbed her wrist, waved away the crowd, and ran.

As soon as they ran, the crowd who hadn't dared to believe it suddenly boiled up. They were watching no programs, and one by two chased them.

After all, both Song Wang and Cheng Siqi are from Qingcheng, so they can be said to be the pride of Qingcheng people.

Even, the pride of Yunzhong Province.

Everyone in Yunzhong Province is proud of the two of them, firstly because of their achievements and status, and secondly because they are envious of others' touching love.

Some fans have seen Cheng Siqi, but almost no one has seen Song Wang in real life. He hasn't been back to Qingcheng for many years.

Originally gathered under the stage were all young men and women, one by two ran vigorously, Song Wang and Cheng Siqi in the front naturally did not dare to slack off, their speed was like lightning.

Song Wang held Cheng Siqi with one hand, and held the flower in his arms. The white and delicate petals were blown up by the wind, and flew back against his face, leaving an elegant fragrance along the way.

The two of them came out without bodyguards. After all, they were not in Qingcheng in the past few years. Being chased by so many people was extremely troublesome. Song Wang ran faster and faster, without looking at the road, and dragged Cheng Siqi on a rampage, all the way to the quiet and narrow streets and alleys. Drilling in, about half an hour later, the noise behind him gradually faded away.

Cheng Siqi's physical strength was not as strong as his, and she almost broke her legs from running, holding on to the wall with one hand, panting.

"Brother, I'm exhausted." Song Wang also leaned on the wall, and when he lowered his head, he realized that the camellia petals in his arms had all flown away at some point. He felt a little regretful, but he still had no choice.

"What should I do? Will I be able to go back to the hotel? Will I be blocked?" Cheng Siqi said worriedly.

At the last album release conference, a group of people stayed at the Qingyang Hotel. Many fans knew that if they couldn't catch up with them, they would not go there to encircle them.

"No rush, it's still early."

Song Wang raised his hand to look at his watch, said something directly, raised his eyes to look at the deep alley, thought for a while, smiled and said to her: "Let's go, I will take you to a place."

"Where?" Cheng Siqi raised her eyes in surprise and asked.

"My house." Song Wang smiled, seeming to be nostalgic, bowed his head and said, "Do you like swings? There are many swings in our yard. My mother liked it back then."

"Song House?" Cheng Siqi looked at him and asked hesitantly, "Do you have the key?"

"Well, no." Song Wang thought for a while, "I brought it with me, but it's a pity that it's in the suitcase. I didn't plan to go back, but I suddenly found that this place is very close to my home."

"Well," Cheng Siqi looked around, "it's quite close."

(End of this chapter)