Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

After the end, Song Qingzhu and Shen Xiyan prepared to go to the concert.

Song Qingzhu had already bought tickets and came to the piano recital theater. When they went, there were not many people outside the theater, only a few scattered people walked in.

Shen Xiyan glanced at Song Qingzhu, and she said softly, "Are you watching the concert?"

Song Qingzhu nodded, glanced at the phone, and said, "Today, the famous pianist Jiang Yanshu will play, and he is my idol."

Shen Xiyan doesn't know anything about music, but seeing her best friend is so happy, and knowing that her favorite is music, she can accompany her to see it.Song Qingzhu held Shen Xiyan's hand, and the two walked in. The huge theater was pitch black, all the curtains were drawn, and only the stage was illuminated.

The seats at the bottom were almost full, and there were only a few faint people talking in low voices. Song Qingzhu looked for the seat they bought with a low body.Shen Xiyan followed closely behind.

Found a spot in the sixth in the third row.

Shen Xiyan sat down, and Song Qingzhu also sat beside her.

Before the show started, Song Qingzhu stretched his neck, and the staff in the stands were moving things and talking in a low voice.A group of foreigners with three-dimensional facial features are talking in a low voice, roughly meaning to ask when it will start.

Shen Xiyan knows little French and can only understand a little bit of French.

Anyway, she was in a daze the whole time.

Looking around, the velvet curtains were drawn tightly, it was a bit hot inside, but the smell was fresh.At this moment, with a "snap", the crystal chandelier above the head was turned on, illuminating all directions, and the theater door closed.

Next, the host came to speak on the stage. The host was a Chinese who spoke fluent French. After a while, the staff pushed up a piano. As a man in a tuxedo came to the stage, the people below exclaimed. shout.

Shen Xiyan took a closer look, this man looked to be in his 30s, well maintained, wearing a black suit and tuxedo, with a smooth and fair face, sitting in front of the piano, with a pair of slender hands resting on the piano keys.

He closed his eyes slowly, and the soft music flowed out.

Song Qingzhu took a look. This person is not Jiang Yanshu. His piano is also very nice, but it lacks some explosive power, so his music lacks atmosphere and does not make people feel immersive.

The first to go down, the second to come up, the second to go down, the third to come up... The finale is Senior Jiang Yanshu.

When Jiang Yanshu came up, Song Qingzhu clapped her hands happily, and the clapping was very enthusiastic. Her favorite idol is Jiang Yanshu. She watched Jiang Yanshu's performance every time and thought about it carefully.

When the people around saw Jiang Yanshu coming out, many people shouted and screamed, and even raised signs.

Shen Xiyan has no idea about music, seeing Qing Zhu being so excited, she was a little incredulous, thinking of those star-chasing girls, they probably are the same as her.

However, the piano played by this pianist seems to be much better than those of the previous pianists, and this pianist is quite handsome.

After the song was over, everyone stood up and applauded. Song Qingzhu looked at the stage excitedly. She found that Senior Jiang's face was a little tired. It must be because he was too tired during this time.She remembered the last time she met Senior Jiang, when he was still asking about Mrs. Yan.

I don't know if he explained clearly after finding Aunt Yan.

Jiang Yanshu got off the stage, and then the staff came to the stage to pack up their things, saying that the concert was over, and moved things down one after another.Some customers in the theater got up and left, and some planned to go backstage to ask for autographs.

Song Qingzhu glanced at Shen Xiyan, found that she was asleep, sat down and pushed her, Shen Xiyan woke up in a daze, she rubbed her eyes, looked around, and found that the people around her were almost gone, she asked suspiciously: "End Yet?"

"Yeah, it's over, let's go."

Song Qingzhu nodded and pulled her up.

Walking outside the theater, Shen Xiyan looked back at the crowded backstage, she looked at Song Qingzhu, "Qingzhu, don't you want an autograph?"

"No." Song Qingzhu shook his head slowly, "There are too many people."

More importantly, she felt that Senior Jiang looked tired, so she didn't bother.

Shen Xiyan didn't think too much, and turned around to ask where to go next.

It was noon now, and the restaurants must be overcrowded. If they wanted to have lunch, they had to go to a place with few people.

Song Qingzhu vaguely remembered that there was a shop selling spicy hotpot nearby. This shop was far away and remote, and there should not be many people there.

But she kind of forgot where the exact location was.

After talking to Shen Xiyan, Shen Xiyan patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, isn't there a navigation? You report your name, and I'll search for it."

"Spicy spicy hot pot."

"I'll search."

Shen Xiyan and Song Qingzhu were walking on the side of the road. Shen Xiyan was looking at her mobile phone. Song Qingzhu leaned over to look at it. Suddenly, the sound of a motorbike roared. , the motorcycle wiped her clothes past.

The two fell to the ground together.

Song Qingzhu looked up and saw a motorcycle parked not far away, and the people on the vehicle turned their heads and gave them a thumbs up.

"Hey, I have a bad temper!"

Shen Xiyan was furious, and when she stood up from the ground to chase after her, the motorcycle quickly drove away.

Angrily, Shen Xiyan kicked the stone on the ground.

Her mobile phone fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Now she doesn't even have a cell phone.

Song Qingzhu stood up, patted her clothes, and glanced at the scratched palms, she clenched her fists secretly, walked to Shen Xiyan's side, and said, "Don't be angry, this kind of person is sick, anyway, he thinks he is not breaking the law, Just unscrupulous."

When Shen Xiyan heard this, she became even more angry. Who the hell is this? He bumped into someone and gave them fingers in a grand manner, which instantly made her have a bad impression of this place.

Song Qingzhu picked up Shen Xiyan's phone, turned it over and looked at it, and said, "The screen of your phone is broken, maybe it can be used with another screen."

Shen Xiyan was still cursing, she scratched her hair angrily, "Why am I so unlucky, ah, I bought a new mobile phone."

Song Qingzhu patted her on the shoulder, "You have to be glad that she is okay. Let's go, use my mobile phone, let's go buy a mobile phone first."

Shen Xiyan glared angrily at the direction the motorcycle left, but in the end she still couldn't swallow her breath.

She curled her lips, very irritable, but she calmed down, "This is the only way to go now."

They hailed a taxi and went to the nearest mall.

The driver is a Chinese. Seeing that they are also Chinese and two women, he reminded them to pay attention to safety.