good night warlord

Gong Yimian is so smart, so she naturally understands the meaning of the word "bitch", her face turned pale with anger, but she still forced herself to smile softly in front of Yan during the war:

"Although I'm just a cousin, Brother Yan and I have known each other since we were young, and Brother Yan has always been very kind to me.

Brother Yan, are you here to watch your cousin-in-law perform?I also plan to enjoy my cousin's performance, we can drop by later. "

Gu Qingyi's purpose for listening to her words was that she could almost imagine that Gong Yimian would find an excuse to sit with Yan during the war when he arrived at the theater.

I've never seen such a shameless woman, Gong Yimian is also the lady of the Shoucheng Gong family, why is she so obsessed with a married man like Zhan Shiyan?

Gu Qingyi couldn't help thinking, could it be that the men from rich families in the capital are all unsightly?

No way, isn't Huo Jinfeng single and beautiful?

"Miss Gong, my husband is here to accompany me. If you feel lonely is not fun, you can find someone else to accompany you. I don't like my husband being with other women."

Several members of the Beauty Dance Troupe burst out laughing:
"Is the person surnamed Gong having a problem with IQ? Can't tell that Mr. Zhan and Qingyi don't welcome her at all? She's not welcome, so why not fly to the front?"

"Who made Mr. Zhan so good? Now there are many people who want to be mistresses."

"She's still a lady from a wealthy family, does her family know that she's so shameless?"

Gong Yimian could hear it clearly, and her complexion became a bit ugly. Gu Qingyi's narrow-minded words revealed dislike and contempt for herself. She gritted her teeth, because Yan was here during the war, so she couldn't be angry:

"Cousin sister, how stingy you are to say that, brother Yan and I are cousins..."

Gu Qingyi's face was cold, Gong Yimian was jumping in front of her eyes in the early morning, it affected her mood too much:
"I'm just so stingy, since my husband married me, he has to draw a clear line with other women.

Don't say that you are a cousin who is out of reach, even if Shi Yan's own sister is here today, he still has to accompany me.

And Miss Gong, you should also have self-knowledge. If this kind of thing gets out, others will only laugh at you, Miss Gong, for not understanding the general situation and avoiding suspicion.

The three big chaebols in the first city should all have family rules, doesn't Miss Gong remember any of them? "

The family rules of the Zhan family are perverted. The more these chaebols and nobles, the stricter the requirements on the clan members. Although they don't know what the family rules of the Gong family are, Gu Qingyi just said it casually, but she clearly saw the twinkle in Gong Yimian's eyes And too worried.

Heh, it turns out that Gong Yimian also has times of fear.

The corner of the little girl's mouth curled into a sneer.

Gong Yimian's fingers clenched a bit, and she glanced at Gu Qingyi nervously:
"What my cousin said is a big deal, since my cousin minds, then I won't let my cousin take me there.

It's just cousin, do you really not want to think about what I told you yesterday? "

Gong Yimian brought up this matter again.

Gu Qingyi already checked with her father yesterday, as long as the murderer is not Zhan Shiyan, then she doesn't have to worry about anything.

She raised her eyes coolly, looked at Gong Yimian calmly and peacefully, and said word by word:

"Miss Gong, I'm not interested in what you said."

"You..." Gong Yimian was unwilling and unwilling to believe:
"Cousin, are you telling the truth?"

"Do you want me to repeat it a third time?"

Gong Yimian was rejected like this, she clenched her fist and left.

Gu Qingyi looked at the back of her leaving, a flash of thought flashed in her eyes.

Gong Yimian couldn't hold back anymore, the more she showed indifference, the more Gong Yimian would want to tell herself.

She waited until Gong Yimian couldn't bear it anymore.

"What did she tell you?" Zhan Shiyan raised his lips and asked.

Gu Qingyi changed the subject: "What do you think, apart from being interested in you, what else can she talk to me about?"

Hearing her jealous words, Zhan Shiyan didn't ask any more questions, but just glanced at her calm face.

Is it really just that?

……

Santa Fe Theater, every time there is a performance, the huge theater is full of seats.

Because the singers and dancers who can be on the stage of the Santa Fe Theater represent that they have already stood at the top of this era.

It's just that when everyone saw the introduction of the work on the position this time, there was a lot of discussion.

"Beauty Dance Troupe? Have you heard of it?"

"Where did their lead dancers win awards?"

"Classical dance? I've never heard of it, will it look good?"

"Look, there's a camera over there..."

"Since when did the Santa Fe Theater allow media recording?"

"It's so unruly."

The voices in the auditorium are getting louder, especially about the fact that the Santa Fe Theater allows the media to record.

Just like the top art exhibitions, photography exhibitions, and calligraphy exhibitions, photography is not allowed.

The more you get to the top position, the less you like to tie things like the media together.

In everyone's mind, the Santa Fe Theater is the top palace of art and should not be desecrated.

Gong Yimian was also sitting in the auditorium, and when she heard them discussing this one after another, she curled her red lips.

Soon, a message began to spread among the crowd in the auditorium.

This time, the performance was a deal between Dean Morrison and a rich man from country Z, just to make his debut as the lead dancer of a third-rate dance troupe.

As soon as this rumor spread, many people who love dance and art became even more angry:
"How can this be? How can Dean Morrison agree to such a deal?"

"The routines of people from country Z are as shameless as ever. There used to be actresses who rubbed the red carpet at international film festivals, but now these people have extended their hands to the field of art?"

"This is not the art we want, we refuse to hype it with dance."

"Yes, we can't be blinded by such a sour dance."

Following the instigation of some voices, many people stood up one after another, preparing to leave.

When these commotions reached Morrison's ears, Morrison felt that things were serious.

He immediately found Wartime Yan in the background to discuss countermeasures:

"Mr. Zhan, what should we do? Everyone in the audience is asking for a refund. Everyone is very resistant to this performance."

"What's the main reason?"

When Yan came during the war, he didn't notice any abnormalities. It was only a little over ten minutes before there was a commotion.

"Some people say that there is insider trading in this performance, and then, some people want to make the lead dancer a celebrity..." Morrison was a little worried.

Although the stage can still be loaned out, once this matter gets out, it will have a huge impact on the reputation of the Santa Fe Theater.

The best way Morrison can think of is:
"Mr. Zhan, please cancel this performance, so that I can preserve the centuries-old reputation of the Santa Fe Theater."