His Wife Calls The Shots

Yu Manman closed his eyes and slowly recovered.

She tried to walk, but found her legs numb.

"Brother Ruixiang, I don't seem to be able to walk a bit."

"What's wrong? You can't go wrong at this time, there will be performances in a while!"

Meng Ruixiang was surprised by her ability to withstand pressure, surprisingly low. I thought it was a good thing to be on stage, but now I feel it is a burden.

Tang Qianfan's performance was so outstanding, the audience's emotions did not come out of it, coupled with the celebrity effect of Cui Jinghuan and Feng Can, if you want to surpass, you can only do your best.

But at this moment, the state is full of anxiety, which is really worrying.

"Let's go, turn pressure into motivation!" He cheered.

Yu Manman took a deep breath, with an expression that would not admit defeat: "For a while, they will give me seriousness and show their hard work."

The schoolmates who accompanied the dancer nodded firmly.

A group of them walked to the staging area, and on the other side, Feng Xian pushed open the door of the lounge, just to meet thousands of misty eyes.

"Brother, happy birthday!" Feng Can shouted with a smile.

Cui Jinghuan also said, "Happy birthday, Mr. Feng."

Fengxian nodded in greeting: "Thank you for your help."

"No thanks, as long as she speaks, I will help."

"Axian, happy birthday." Bai Mucheng's voice came in, he was still wearing the white suit from the performance just now.

Feng Xian took a little smile, glanced at him, and said, "Thank you."

Faintly, with an awkward vigor.

Qian Mian knew that the three of them were able to do this, which was already pretty good.

She turned around and took the picture she had put away just now, and handed it to him: "Junior Brother, happy birthday."

The corners of her mouth were raised slightly, with a playful smile.

Feng Xian looked at the "huge" gift she handed over, heavy, as happy as he was.

He took it, which was longer than the bed seat and could not be unfolded alone.

"It's not an outsider, I won't thank you." His eyes were soft.

People around: "..."

Cang Zeyue: "Enough."

"By the way, Tang Qianqian, how long have you practiced this dance? Have time to teach Xiaoyu."

Qian Miao glanced at him: "What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, I also want to have my birthday this year..."

"No chance."

"She was just awkward, and we didn't break up."

"Ah."

Qian Miao moved away to realize, and walked out the door: "Let's watch the show."

Fengxian: "Together."

The two walked side by side, and Feng Xian's hand silently held her.

Leaning over and muttering: "This is my happiest birthday."

Like what she said last time.

Hearing this, Qianmiao's satisfaction was full.

This is the effect she wants.

Behind.

Feng Can and Cui Jinghuan were discussing the adaptation of the song just now, and they talked as they walked, and they were very engaged in the conversation.

Two other people still haven't come out in the house.

Cang Zeyue stood at the door, touched his chin, immersed in his own world.

After thinking for a while, he regained his senses, but saw Bai Mu standing against the wall, frowning.

"Hey, what's the matter?" He walked over in several strides.

Bai Mucheng shook his head and squeezed his arm, seeming to be holding back something: "It's okay, just didn't eat, and anemia."

"Huh? Anemia?"

"Quickly, I'll take it to eat."

"No, I'm leaving now, something is up."

Bai Mucheng seemed to recover a little, and let go of Cang Zeyue's arm: "Come with them, and send me the video of the 11th prize in a while."

"Don't go see it?"