Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 449 A century-old violin, flying together!
When Meng Sang heard the sad part, his eyes blurred, a layer of mist formed in his eyes, and a soft voice suddenly came down from the top of his head: "Why is Miss Meng crying?"

She froze for a moment, and quickly wiped away her tears with her sleeves, returning to her usual dignified and calm posture.

Meng Sang looked up and saw Duan Chengye sitting next to her, she couldn't help being curious: "Master Duan, who is this?"

"It's said that the actor Yuanzhou can sing heartbreakingly, so I'm handsome to come and see." Duan Chengye poured a glass of wine from his glass, and raised his eyes to look at the magnificent opera singer on the stage.

The eyes are a little blurred, but they are also seductive.

At this time, Duan Chengye looked much more pleasing to the eye than usual.

The man's alcohol-soaked voice was particularly hoarse and magnetic: "The joys and sorrows are happening every moment of life."

People in the audience were looking at the actor in Tsing Yi, but they didn't know that the actor was also looking at the audience.

On the stage, there are joys and sorrows.

However, there is drama on stage, and so is off stage.

Who said that floating life is not a play?

Drama is like floating life, and floating life is like drama.

On the stage, one song expresses thoughts separately.

There is a sound, but there is no words, and there is nothing.

"What's wrong with Young Marshal Duan today? Why are you so sad?" Meng Sang covered his lips and looked at him with twinkling eyes. This person has always been indifferent, and his actions today are not like him.

"After tonight, I'm going to marry Fu Linxue." The man raised his slender eyes slightly, looking at Meng Sang's face, under the shadow of the lamp, the girl's face was as white as a lotus and as white as jade.

Don't be pretty.

Meng Sang froze for a moment, then asked, "Wouldn't it be nice to marry her?"

Fu Linxue was born in a well-known Fu family. If she was still in the capital, this woman would have been the object of marriage proposals by many dignitaries.

After all, to be able to climb the big tree of Fucha's family, for them, they will surely have a prosperous official career and rise to the top.

Even now, the Fu family is still a powerful warlord, and it is an excellent thing to marry a daughter of the Fu family.

"Okay." Duan Chengye struggled to say a good word, and in the lightly narrowed eyes, after all, he felt a little disappointed: "But, she is not the person I want to marry."

In the end it was a bit disappointing.

No matter how important it is to be married to the Fu family, if it is not the person he wants to marry, it will not make him feel the joy of getting married.

In my heart, there is only heaviness!
Meng Sang narrowed his eyes and asked softly, "Who is on your mind?"

She shouldn't have asked this question.

But seeing him so devastated, she couldn't bear it anymore.

This man is just too soft-hearted.

"I do not know either."

Duan Chengye shook his head mockingly. In fact, he himself couldn't explain clearly. Although he was forced to marry Fu Linxue for the sake of power, he was willing.

It is impossible to say that there is no one in my heart.

"You really know how to joke, how can you not know what you think?" Meng Sang felt a little strange, how can a person not know what he wants, men are nothing more than beauties and country.

Duan Chengye glanced at her sideways, shrugged his shoulders and sneered, "I have too many desires, so I don't know what to ask for."

As he said that, the smile on his face slowly faded, his face was indifferent and cold, and finally he muttered to himself: "If you want more things, you will have a flaw, and you can use it."

Meng Sang suddenly didn't know what to say.

Xu Shi Duan Chengye felt that he had said enough tonight, the man stood up and said goodbye to her.

"Wait a minute, young commander."

The girl stood up, saluted him gracefully, and said with a sweet smile, "Congratulations to the young commander-in-chief on his wedding, a century-old violin, let's fly together!"

(End of this chapter)