Secret Marriage in the Circle

Chapter 8 Nan Chengpeng's Funeral (1)
Wan Momo's joy spread, and even the doctor was infected by the joyful atmosphere and said that Bei Fuyao could be discharged from the hospital.

Nan Chengpeng, who was discharged from the hospital, looked at everything in Ningshi and felt strange. Ningshi had come to Shanshan's concert tour before, and each time he came and left in a hurry. City Nan Chengpeng didn't like it very much.

Wan Momo didn't bring Nan Chengpeng back to his hometown, but took Nan Chengpeng to a tailor shop she opened. Nan Chengpeng looked at Wan Momo's designs and couldn't help but admire them. The design and sewing skills are not bad. If you have the opportunity, you may become famous in the world. The design of these dresses is much better than Lu Meiqi's queen designer.

"Sister Mo Mo, the clothes you made are so beautiful." Nan Chengpeng called out pretending to be tender, but she sincerely appreciated the beautiful clothes.

"You do whatever you want for food and living. My aunt will definitely say that when you go back with bandages on like this, so you stay with me for a week first, and then it's not too late to go home. My side is also closer to your school." Wan sat silently. He was rushing to make clothes in front of the sewing machine and said to Nan Chengpeng.

"Sister Momo, does my family disapprove of my becoming a star?" The entertainment industry in China is very chaotic, and most families would have some complaints about their children entering the entertainment industry, not to mention that actors are not popular in China's 3000-year-old culture.

"Yeah, my aunt also said that if you want to be a star, she will break your legs." Wan Mo Momo realized that Xiao Yao had lost his memory, so he briefly explained the situation at home to Nan Chengpeng.

Beifuyao's parents are ordinary wine merchants, and they live in a new type of village called Anchang Village not far from the center of Ning City. They say that the countryside is similar to the city because it is closer to the city center. The only difference is that there It is still a three-story building in my own home, and there are no high-rise buildings in the city.

Bei Fuyao's father opened a winery, and the family's conditions are considered petty bourgeoisie. My mother built a small house near her home for farm entertainment, using her own wine and vegetables, and the business was good.

Wan Momo's parents died early, so it was Bei Fuyao's mother Wan Huahua who brought her up.Bei Fuyao also has a younger sister who is one year younger, and Wan Momo's tone is like a spoiled princess spoiled by her parents.

And Bei Fuyao and Wan Momo have always wanted to participate in the audition and singing competition, hoping to join the entertainment industry, but they were strongly opposed by Wan Huahua. Relations were strained.

Nan Chengpeng also knew a lot about this family. If Wan Huahua was going to be an obstacle to enter the entertainment industry, he had to get Wan Huahua's consent.

When the time came on Monday, Bei Fuyao was in the third year of high school this year. In the words of their teacher, as long as they were alive, they had to go to school, and they were not allowed to ask for leave.

When Nan Chengpeng put his schoolbag on his back and entered the school, he thought of her ten years ago. At that time, she would feel envious of her classmates who could go to school, because there was no school in their orphanage, and her doctorate in the future would depend on her success. It can be strictly said that Nan Chengpeng did not go to middle school for advanced studies, and she only really understands the pressure of the college entrance examination in middle school now in school.

When she arrived at school, she had already heard the class bell, and as soon as she sat down, she handed out three test papers. Only then did she realize that this test was a midterm exam organized by the school.

She originally thought that even though she didn't go to middle school, after Shanshan and the four of them started working on the right track, she has studied for a Ph.D.

The fact is that Nan Chengpeng's thinking was too simple. Mathematics questions such as trigonometric functions, straight line formulas, and calculus exhausted her brain cells, but she finally answered all the questions in the last minute of the exam.

(End of this chapter)