The Unruly Wife Refuses to Marry Leng 108 Times

There is a tense atmosphere in Evergreen, and the audition is still in full swing.

Wen Qiao looked at No.11 who had just been called in, and clutched the script in his hand.Only to find that the script had already been soaked with sweat from his hands.Wen Qiao lowered his head and sighed, and began to calm himself down.

It's not like she hasn't participated in competition auditions, piano competitions, singing competitions, which one is not among the best.It's just an audition, so there's nothing to be nervous about.

Don't be nervous, don't be nervous.Think about it, Ji Rufeng is still waiting outside.Rufeng..., Rufeng gave up her dream for you and became a manager for you.

Think about it, for a two-year contract, you have to prove to Leng Yixuan that you can do it yourself!
Wen Qiao thought that after studying for two years, she must show her strength.Don't let these two years of hard work go to waste.

"NO.12, Wen Qiao."

Wen Qiao stood up, a trace of determination flashed across her little face.Wiping the sweat from his palms, he straightened his chest and walked over.

"Miss Wen Qiao, give me the things and items in your hand. You are not allowed to bring other things into the audition venue." Xiao Li said with a smile at the door.

"Hmm... I'm in trouble." Wen Qiao handed the crumpled script and other things to Xiao Li with some embarrassment, a blush of embarrassment flashed across his face.

Xiao Li wasn't embarrassed at all, but was a little surprised when he saw the script full of notes, and then thought of such a studious and hard-working newcomer, he must like Fang Dao and the others very much.
Wen Qiao found that there was a wooden sign hanging beside the door, with peach blossoms surrounding the words "Spring is not late".

Opening the door and seeing the scene inside the house, Wen Qiao was really stunned.

This house is not small, but also very large.As soon as Wen Qiao entered, she stood on a semi-circular stage. On the left side of the stage was an arhat bed carved with huanghuali carvings and dragon patterns, and on the outside of the bed was a gilt screen with falling begonia flowers.On the Shanli flower wood table was a teacup made of Hetian white jade, and wisps of green smoke came out of the golden silk incense burner with flowers, exuding a sweet aroma.The floor is covered with a peony coral carpet.

No wonder there are only four rooms on the huge fourth floor.Because there are more than four rooms at all, they are divided into four halls and separated.Four Seasons Changchun is like a waiting room for stage actors.And Spring is not late is another independent space, a stage theater.

Wen Qiao secretly marveled at how rich and powerful this Star Entertainment is, so willing to spend money.

Below the stage is very empty, only a long table made of sandalwood, and a few shadowy and tall screens.There are six people sitting at the front of the table, they are the examiners of this audition.There are also some group performers in ancient costumes sitting on the scattered seats next to them.

"Hello teachers, I'm Wen Qiao."

Wen Qiao didn't look carefully, so she stepped forward and bowed, and when she looked up, she saw the blond-haired Fang Yijing in the middle.On the far side was a man with a stern face, who was Leng Yixuan.

Little uncle... why is little uncle here? !Wen Qiao only felt his body go stiff, and a trace of cold air rose from his body.

"Wen Qiao, right? Don't be nervous." Fang Yijing looked at Wen Qiao, whose body was obviously stiff after seeing Leng Yixuan, and said with a smile.

See what it's like to scare the little girl.

Leng Yixuan's face turned dark again.He's that scary.

"Yeah." Wen Qiao quickly calmed down, even if the little uncle was there, she would try her best.

"Then let's try the part where Li Nianjiao protects Li Xuanhe when he was young, and talks. Go and try a scene with my sister again and again." Fang Yijing said casually.

"Okay, sister." Lian Lian was sitting on a chair next to her just now, and when she heard Fang Yijing's words, she agreed, and then ran to the stage to say hello to Wen Qiao.

"Hi." Wen Qiao greeted such a cute child with a smile.

The child was about seven or eight years old. He didn't wear a headband, but he wore a blue embroidered white crane headband on his head, and he was wearing a blue little prince's suit.

"I'll give you a minute to prepare. Work hard~"

Leng Yixuan glanced sideways at Fang Yijing, asking if he could speak properly.

Fang Yijing raised an eyebrow at Leng Yixuan.Looking at Wen Qiao, the interest in his eyes deepened.

Really looking forward to it.