After binding the king's red envelope group, I have soared

Chapter 369

He Wenjing's group did not speak.

If Mr. Wang can't do this kind of begging for money, He Wenjing is just so proud that he has nothing to do with himself.

She was jumping and jumping in the afternoon and suddenly realized that it was Qin Zixuan's task, she was just a temporary guest, so what does it matter to her whether the funds are enough for the next period?

Why did Qin Zixuan lie in the hospital with a twisted waist and feel at ease, leaving her here exhausted?
She still remembers the revenge that this good junior sister stepped in on the teacher's coquettish and obedient snatching of her announcement.

The reason why she joined the variety show as a temporary guest was to suppress her limelight in front of the camera.

Even if this announcement was snatched by Qin Zixuan, she still wanted to let the program crew and the audience off-camera know that she, He Wenjing, was a thousand times better than Qin Zixuan, that scheming whore who only pretended to be cowardly and coquettish.

Help her earn money?

What a joke!
After she figured it out, not only did she stop performing hard, she even decided to spend the last day as a temporary guest, trying to get Qin Zixuan to drink the Northwest Wind next time.

"Let's stop acting."

It was Director Hu who spoke.

He was not as threatening as the assistant director, and he spoke ruthlessly upon hearing this.

"Woooo..."

The threat failed, and Tang Yuanzhou hugged the table leg and cried into a 200-jin fool.

When we briefly shared our itinerary for today, everyone went back to their rooms to rest after a tiring day, and the photographer also collected the machine and evacuated from the villa.

Mr. Wang hesitated for a while in his own room, and finally went upstairs, knocked on the door and quietly called Xu Chenxi to the balcony.

When Xu Chenxi saw him, his heart skipped a beat.

Mr. Wang is a national-level pipa artist, and he has seen thousands if not tens of thousands of pipas.

In the scene in front of her, there is a high probability that Pipa, who recognized her, couldn't help but came to the door.

Sure enough, Mr. Wang just said:
"Chenxi, can you show grandpa your pipa?"

He observed it all afternoon across the street, the tone, the wood...

Although it was unbelievable, the truth might really be what he thought.

Wait for Xu Chenxi to take out the pipa and bring it to him.

With trembling old hands, he took the pipa carefully, stroked the head and strings of the pipa with great care, and praised repeatedly:
"Okay, okay."

After playing the pipa for so many years, he never expected to see such a masterpiece with his eyes closed.

"This is a rare treasure, a rare treasure."

Wang Zhishan stared frantically at the pipa in his hand, feeling joyful and heartbroken at the same time.

My heart hurts so much that I can't wait to beat my chest and touch the pipa made of golden nanmu and said:
Thanks for your hard work, Bao.

Although he has always had a good impression of Xu Chenxi, a little girl who doesn't talk much but is sensible and capable.

However, this doesn't affect him as long as he thinks of Xu Chenxi's prodigal practice of casually putting this priceless pipa on the dusty concrete floor during the day, a feeling of wanting to whip her impulse.

Xu Chenxi, who understood the connotation in his eyes of hating iron but not steel, blinked innocently:
This isn't it, I'm used to playing it.

She still dared not take out a handful of jade, for fear of being caught.

I only dare to entertain myself in the group space and small nest every day.

In fact, she doesn't really want to take out this golden nanmu, but it's really not suitable for dancing when performing arts.

Xu Chenxi resolutely refused.

Whether it was clearing the scene under the bridge with her own sound system or Shen Yang to dub her, Xu Chenxi firmly refused.

(End of this chapter)