The whole entertainment industry is waiting for her divorce

Chapter 300 Garden Confession
"Third Young Master, you don't need to apologize. Auntie came to the funeral. We should thank you." Luo Manxi leaned slightly to thank you.She was wearing a black dress with a loose neckline, which made it inconvenient for her to bend over a lot.

Luo Qianqian followed suit and said to Song Yan, "Thank you, Third Young Master."

"I'm late, please leave." Song Yan was at a loss for a while.He always calmly said to high-ranking foreign officials and leaders...

Mrs. Zuo smiled and said, "Okay, today is the thank-you banquet, you've been nodding your head all night, so hurry up and rest. Qianqian, Auntie has something to ask you, come with me."

"Okay, aunt." Luo Qianqian took the initiative to take Mrs. Zuo's arm and walked away with her.Turning back while walking, he blinked at Luomanxi.

Why didn't Luo Manxi understand what they meant, shook his head and smiled, and said to Song Yan: "Do you want to go out to get some air?"

……

The roses were in full bloom in the garden, and Pei Meixin's favorite flower was roses. The red roses at her funeral were all picked from this rose garden.

A ray of breeze hits, engulfed in the soft and charming fragrance of roses, people can't help but stop, close their eyes and be intoxicated...

Song Yan looked at Luomanxi who raised his head slightly and sniffed the fragrance of flowers, his eyes were as clear as a half moon that had already risen in the sky.

"Are you still playing the violin?" Luomanxi opened his eyes, looking at the roses in the garden.

Song Yan looked directly at her and replied, "After graduating from university, I never touched her again."

"It's a pity, I still want to listen to your music. I remember when I was a child, I participated in a music competition, and there was a competition that needed a guest assistant. I invited you to go. I still remember a blunt judge asking, who is it?" Enter the competition. Your level is much higher than mine."

"In that competition, you won No.1. But you gave me the trophy and ignored me again."

"Really? Why don't I remember?"

Luo Manxi thought for a while, her father put all her trophies in the study, in a very conspicuous place, there was a bookshelf full of trophies.She sometimes goes to have a look and admire her achievements, but she remembers that among those trophies, there is the trophy from that music competition.

"I have evidence." Song Yan took out his mobile phone, and after a few quick operations, he flipped to a photo and showed it to Luo Manxi.

Luomanxi leaned over...

Unavoidably smelling the elegant orchid fragrance on him, which is different from roses, she raised her head subconsciously, just in time to meet his affectionate eyes looking at her.

My heart skipped a beat!
Busy lowered his head and looked at his phone.

In the photo... a beautiful big hand with well-defined bones, holding a golden and gold-plated trophy, which reads - Luomanxi, Gold Award at the [-]th SSTV Children's Music Festival.

It's really her trophy.

what happened?

The seventh...

Wait a minute, the trophy in her house seems to be from the ninth edition.

Seventh, ninth?
Uh... Thinking about it, because Song Yan helped her in the seventh session, and Song Yan's performance was better than her, she gave Song Yan that trophy.And the ninth session was won by her own strength.

"Really." Luo Manxi laughed, she actually participated in it twice.

Song Yan looked at the top of her hair, the end of her nose was full of the scent of roses...

Letting the little beast that had been hidden deep in his heart be ready to move, he blurted out what he had wanted to say to her a long time ago, "Xiaoxi, I like you."

　small theater--

　　Song Yan (bows): Xiaoxi and I are childhood sweethearts~~ Ladies and sisters, please support us a lot and ask your mother to play more!

　　Li Zi indifferently wiped a gun with a cloth towel!The cold murderous aura is overflowing...

　　Baozi huddled in the corner tremblingly holding a pen... Everyone give tickets, give tickets...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)