The little stepmother is poor and crazy, and the Buddhist disciples in Beijing kneel down and pamper

Zhang Zhiang no longer wanted to speak.

He had no idea that his actions in rescuing people just now almost ruined his reputation.

Fortunately, the host came on stage and explained the situation to everyone, which dispelled everyone's misunderstanding. Otherwise, there would be nothing to watch his performance later.

Fang Qingqing suddenly understood, covered her mouth and said to Ge Shan, "I thought he was going to come out on the spot."

Ge Shan touched her little heart and agreed wildly: Who said it wasn't the case? It scared people to death.

Zhang Zhiang sang his own new song this time, which had become popular on the Internet for a while, but it didn't create much of a splash.

He was very dedicated to his performance on the stage. He had practiced his own songs and dances countless times.

The entire stage belongs entirely to him.

The performance on stage was lively and exciting, and the audience in the audience burst into applause.

In the live broadcast room, there were endless voices saying "Brother is so awesome".

Fang Qingqing nodded frequently.

In the dressing room backstage, Meng Fuying was calling her sponsor boyfriend:

"My dear, that Fang Qingqing, you should tell the director to take care of her. If she continues like this, she will still be performing. No matter how I act, she will put on my shoes."

The voice was sweet, as if it could drip water.

"Baby, don't be afraid. The whole show is sponsored by me. No matter what Fang Qingqing or Yuan Qingqing does, I'll call the director and ask him to make arrangements."

With the promise of the financial sponsor, Meng Fuying was very happy.

"Well, people know that Brother Chen loves me the most, mua~ I love you, and I will reward you well tonight."

On the other end of the phone came the lewd smile of the financial owner, Brother Chen.

"Baby, be good, I'll open a hotel and wait for you tonight. Come over after your performance. Don't forget to wear fishnet stockings. I'm going to tear you apart tonight hahaha..."

Meng Fuying twisted her body delicately, "Oh, I hate it."

"Dong dong dong."

There was an untimely knock on the door, and Meng Fuying turned her head with a sullen look on her face, completely losing her previous tenderness.

"Sister Meng, it's your turn now."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry. I know how to push. I've never seen you so caring when doing other things!"

After scolding the staff, Meng Fuying turned around and spoke coquettishly to the other end of the phone, then hung up the phone, raised her chin and twisted her waist to walk out.

This time, she must make that Fang Qingqing look good!

On the stage, Zhang Zhiang's performance was coming to an end, and his song almost became a chorus for the entire audience.

The fans' enthusiasm was completely ignited.

Ge Shan and Xu Leyin, who were on the instructor's stage, couldn't help but pat him directly.

While Zhang Zhiang was performing, he looked at Fang Qingqing and thought to himself: Quickly shoot, Sister Qing. If you don't shoot this time, I will go to the game to torture your son.

Fang Qingqing was so lost in thought that she completely forgot about taking pictures of the lamp.

The director in the live broadcast room was also excited to see it and said with emotion: "It's good to be young!"

"Hey, why doesn't Fang Qingqing take pictures of the lights? This performance can be regarded as the No. 1 performance of this show. Why don't you take pictures of this?"

The director couldn't help but worry about Meng Fuying behind him.

Sponsor Chen Jin just called. No matter what happens in this round, Meng Fuying must be guaranteed to enter the next round. If Fang Qingqing doesn't let Zhang Zhiang take the picture, he will not find any reason to embarrass her!

After the netizens in the live broadcast room finished cheering for Zhang Zhiang, they began to call Fang Qingqing uniformly:

[Fang Qingqing pats the lantern, you have the ability to be a mentor, you have the ability to pat the lantern! 】

[Crazy Qingqing, if you don’t take the photo this time, I won’t be polite! 】

[Slap the lights, shoot the lights, shoot the lights! 】

[Zhang Zhiang’s stage exploded. Zhang Zhiang deserves it. The other two instructors have already filmed the lights. Fang Qingqing, when are you going to film the lights? 】

He Dafa, who was squatting in the live broadcast room, became anxious when he saw that Fang Qingqing still didn't turn on the lights.

She didn’t dare to ask Fang Qingqing directly, so she had to send a message to Liu Zhenzhen:

"It's true, Zhi'ang is from our company after all. I can understand why Qingqing didn't take the photo the first time, but this time, if she doesn't take the photo again, it won't be justified both emotionally and rationally."

After all, his Zhang Zhiang performed really well this time.

Liu Zhenzhen glanced at Fang Qingqing, who was swaying to the music, lowered her head and typed a few words: "She can take pictures."

He Dafa: "Really? I don't believe it!"

Liu Zhenzhen: "Believe it or not, love."

He Dafa:......

He Dafa shed a handful of bitter tears and pointed at Zhang Zhiang on the screen and scolded him: "You boy, I don't even have the nerve to intercede with you. If you still can't impress your sister Qing this time, you really... ...Really...forget it, who can I care about, just do whatever you want!"

Music is over.

There was silence, and three seconds later, the audience burst into warm applause and screams.

Zhang Zhiang's chest rose and fell, and he bowed deeply to the audience.

He didn't even dare to look in Fang Qingqing's direction and lowered his head to look at his toes.

"Teacher Fang, can you tell us why you don't take photos of the lights?"

Xu Leyin was very curious when she saw that Fang Qingqing still didn't arrange the lights. This time she was really curious to death.

It's really too much to not wait for filming for such a performance.

Fang Qingqing looked at Zhang Zhiang on the stage with a motherly smile. She was shocked when she heard this, slapped her face and shouted——

"Snapped!"

"Shoot, I'll shoot, who said I won't shoot!"

After speaking, he checked the light with lingering fear and made sure it was on, and then said to Zhang Zhiang on the stage:

"This feels right. This is the typhoon that your sunny boy should have. Zhang Zhiang, I will take the spotlight for you. You deserve this title."

Zhang Zhiang on the stage almost cried when he heard this.

"Thank you, Sister Qing."

Ge Shan and Xu Leyin looked at each other with satisfaction: That's right!