Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

The theater next door was busy. Yun Qian went out to take a look during his free time. There was a steady stream of people walking into the theater.

Yun Qian was also very curious about what good things in the theater could be so attractive.

Before she could take two steps, she was stopped by Xiao Zhao from behind: "Sister Qian, what are you doing secretly?"

Yun Qian put her index finger on her mouth and made a "shh" gesture.

"You don't understand, I am planning to inquire about the enemy's situation."

"Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you be victorious in a hundred battles. Learn more from me, sister Qian."

"Oh." Xiao Zhao nodded in understanding.

However, this investigation of the enemy's situation could not proceed because Wen Ge took Xiao Ying into the singing hall together.

Yun Qian didn't know what the two of them were here for, but they definitely weren't just here to listen to music.

They sat at a table near the aisle, and Yun Qian passed them when she came in from the door.

Xiao Ying greeted Yun Qian very familiarly, "Is your foot feeling better?"

"It's ready."

If you ask later, I can dance for you on the spot.

Yun Qian nodded slightly to them and left on the pretext that he had something to do.

Wen Ge fell in love with Xiao Ying at first sight and naturally looked for various opportunities to get along with Xiao Ying.

"The theater next door has a new play today, why don't we go and see it?" Wen Ge asked.

Xiao Ying shook her head: "The theater opened today and there are many people. I don't like places that are too noisy."

Wen Ge made a mental note if he didn't like noisy places.

When it was Yun Qian's turn to take the stage, Xiao Ying called the supervisor. Seeing that the person sitting next to her was the young master of the Wen family, the supervisor looked extremely attentive and asked, "What do you want, guest?"

"Can the girl on the stage play a slow song?" Xiao Ying asked.

The supervisor agreed simply: "No problem, I'll go up and make arrangements for you."

The supervisor came up from the side of the stage and said something in Yun Qian's ear. Yun Qian glanced at the two people in the audience.

Customers come first, so Yun Qian had to agree.

Yun Qian sings fast songs and slow songs in two different styles. The slow songs have a delicate and gentle melody, which brings a soft filter to people when singing.

When Wen Jin entered the door, she heard a gentle tune and a female voice singing in a low voice. The usually flamboyant person became quiet at this moment.

He stared at Yun Qian on the stage, stunned for a moment. Lu Ming behind him poked out his head full of doubts.

"Are you leaving? If you don't want to come in, I still want to come in."

After being reminded by Lu Ming, Wen Jin pursed her lips and continued walking, sitting at their usual spot, just behind Wen Ge and the others.

There were not many people in the karaoke hall, so when someone came in, Wenge subconsciously turned his head to look, and then he saw his dear uncle.

Wen Ge immediately sat up straight, his back straight, and even though Wen Jin didn't pay attention to him at all, he felt like a light on his back.

Wen Jin didn't even look at Wen Ge. His eyes were either on the stage or slightly lowered, listening to Lu Ming chirping next to him.

After listening for a moment, Wen Jin frowned slightly impatiently: "Do you usually talk so much?"

Lu Ming was stunned, a little confused, "Don't I usually talk so much?"

Wen Jin usually listens to Lu Ming's speech, except for official matters, everything else goes in the left ear and out the right ear. He can deal with official matters unmoving under Lu Ming's voice harassment, which is like reciting a curse.

Today, for some reason, I felt that Lu Ming's words sounded a bit like noise.

"Then please be quiet for a while."

After hearing Wen Jin's orders, Lu Ming reflexively said "oh" and then became quiet.

But the more Lu Ming thought about it, the more something was wrong. Why did he suddenly feel annoyed today?

Lu Ming stared at Yun Qian on the stage for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey, is that girl the one who helped your father block the knife last time?"

Wen Jin nodded slightly.

"What a novelty, your father should check her out, right?"

"I checked, but nothing was found. The background is cleaner than your face." Wen Jin said calmly.

"Tsk." Lu Ming raised his hand to touch his face honestly.

Lu Ming filled the cup with tea and drank a cup in one breath. His posture didn't look like drinking tea, but like drinking.

"Didn't your father say anything?"

"say what?"

"Said that she saved your father and then betrothed you, his best son, to a girl?"

"Are you sick?" Wen Jin looked at Lu Ming like a fool.

Lu Ming chuckled, "Just kidding."

After Yun Qian finished singing a song and was about to step off the stage and return to the backstage, she was stopped by her supervisor, "Master Wen asked you to come over."

Master Wen?

Yun Qian looked at the audience, where two young masters were sitting.

The supervisor left without saying who it was. Yun Qian very consciously thought that Master Wen was Wen Jin.

She ignored Wen Ge, who was really looking for her, and walked behind Wen Ge.

Wen Ge: “…”

Is it better for him to call Yun Qian to stop, or not to call Yun Qian to stop.

"Master Young Marshal, are you looking for me?" Yun Qian asked.

Just when Wen Jin wanted to say it wasn't him, from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Wen Ge who was fidgeting in front of him, and he changed his words temporarily: "Yes, sit down."

Yun Qian sat down next to Wen Jin, and Lu Ming looked back and forth between the two of them with narrow eyes.

After sizing up enough, Lu Ming leaned toward Wen Jin with one hand on the table, and said in a low voice: "It's rare, I'm so excited to see you letting a woman get close to you, Young Marshal?"

The latter sentence of the Young Marshal was imitating Yun Qian's tone, and after saying it, he received a cold look from the Young Marshal.

Wen Jin said that he asked Yun Qian to come over, but he didn't speak much after Yun Qian came over.

In fact, the Young Marshal was rarely distracted.

There was a different singer on the stage, and she was still singing slow songs, but Wen Jin felt that it was a little less interesting.

"Master Young Marshal, do you think the people on the stage sing better, or do I sing better?" Yun Qian said.

Wen Jin came back to her senses, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked her, "What do you think?"

"Of course I think I sing well."

Lu Ming also joined in from the side: "I also think you sing beautifully."

"This brother is really discerning." Yun Qian seemed to have met a like-minded friend and reached out to shake Lu Ming's hand.

The two people shook hands with Wen Jin in the middle. Wen Jin lowered his eyebrows and looked at the two intertwined hands.

I thought silently in my heart: It's time for Lu Ming to take a long trip.

Yun Qian took back his hand and said with a smile, "Young Marshal, you haven't answered me yet."

"Well, in order not to embarrass the young commander, I will give you a few options. The first option is that you think my singing is good. The second option is that you agree with this brother's opinion just now. You choose."

There are two options: one is to choose Yun Qian straightforwardly, and the other is to choose Yun Qian in a roundabout way.

In the end, they all chose Yun Qian.

Wen Jin was amused by Yun Qian's two confident options, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.

"Do I have any other options?"

Yun Qian put a finger in front of Wen Jin and shook it from side to side.

"Then choose the first one." His tone was a little helpless, but it didn't sound forced at all.

Lu Ming was biting his fingers and his eyes were bright.

His expression was very similar to "The cp I knocked on is indeed real".