He was on fire at the apex of Yan Ye's heart

At this time, Ji Qingxue was in the backstage of the studio.

Several makeup artists surrounded her, helping her with makeup.

For a blockbuster look, she dressed beautifully today.

The dark blue off-the-shoulder dress was specially ordered from Ozhou. The layered skirts were studded with diamonds, shining brightly under the lights.

Diamond jewelry is also worn on the neck and ears, and the already bright face is set off even more luxurious and dazzling.

She sat on the soft chair, closed her eyes slightly, imagining in her heart that after the concert was over, there would be a scene of great scenery and crowds chasing after her, and she couldn't help being in a good mood.

The manager hurried in. It was clearly the depths of winter, but layers of sweat were breaking out on his forehead.

After approaching, he said anxiously, "Qingxue, something happened."

Ji Qingxue frowned involuntarily, opened her eyes with displeasure, "What happened again? The performance will be played soon, so you can't say something good."

A flash of anger flashed between the manager's brows, and he suppressed his breath, "Sister Qing, only one-third of the tickets for the concert have been sold."

Ji Qingxue's face changed, and she suddenly turned her head, "Why did you only sell so much?"

She doesn't make money from concerts, and she doesn't look down on that little money, but she only sells such a small amount, and if it gets out, her face will be completely humiliated.

The agent also complained in his heart.

I thought to myself, don't you know why the tickets are only sold so little?

Ji Qingxue's status in the entertainment industry is not high, barely counted, at most it can only be counted as a fifth-tier.

A fifth line, VIP seat 8888, lowest class ticket 1888, which bloody student can afford it?What's more, violin performance is not like a top-notch concert, it is simply a niche group.

He slandered in his heart, and his tone couldn't help being tinged with irritability, "What should we do now?"

Ji Qingxue threw the mobile phone in her hand onto the dressing table heavily, with an arrogant and domineering face and angrily.

"You ask me, I don't know. Isn't this something your agent should be responsible for?"

The tone is quite aggressive, and there is uncontrollable impatience.

There were only a few thousand tickets in total, less than [-] tickets, and only one-third of the tickets were sold. If she said it, her reputation would be completely ruined.

The manager gritted his teeth, his heart full of complaints.

He had already reminded Ji Qingxue that the ticket price should not be set so high, otherwise it would affect the reputation, but Ji Qingxue insisted on going his own way.

It's all right now, if the ticket can't be bought, it's all on him.

He really wanted to say that he couldn't control it, but when he thought of Ji Qingxue's identity, he could only endure it and think about the solution.

After a while, his eyes lit up, "Qingxue, can you see if this works? We can donate all the money we earn, and then open an online live broadcast, and charge some fees for the live broadcast. You can gain a good name."

Ji Qingxue was not too happy.

Mosquito legs are also meat. Although she despises that little money, she is not willing to donate it.

But now there is no other better way, he can only nod, his tone is still a little angry.

"I've figured out a way, why don't you hurry up and deal with it?"

The manager responded and went out to do some business.

Ji Qingxue's mood became terrible, and she lost her temper for the next time, saying that the eye makeup was too vulgar, and the blush was too light.

Several makeup artists were extremely depressed by being picky, but they dared not say anything, so they could only bear it.

this head.

Yue Huai and Yan Chen sat down on the chair brought by the staff.

Across a door, on the other side are the Ji family and the Yue family.

They looked at the two people whose postures were particularly out of shape, and they were terribly aggrieved, but they couldn't say anything, and their faces turned blue with anger.

After all, Chen Qinghe is a person who has gone through the storm, and quickly stabilized his emotions, with a sullen face, and said to Ji Zuochong: "Don't worry about it."

Those who come to be guests act wildly on the master's territory, and those who lose are the banqueters.

Ji Zuochong couldn't manage it if he wanted to. Yan Chen's family background was there, and with a move of his finger, he might be able to bankrupt Ji's family, and he didn't dare to mess with it.

Only to be pissed off.

When I heard Chen Qinghe's words, I thought about it for the same reason, so I simply ignored it.

Yue Huai rested her chin, looked out of the red carpet casually, and even yawned.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Yan Chen chuckled, took off the scarf around her neck, and wrapped it around Yue Huai slowly.

"You'll find out later."

Yue Huai didn't like wearing a scarf, but it was given by a man, and he didn't refuse. He pulled the end of the scarf and pulled it loose.

Then raised his eyebrows, his voice rambling.

"Brother, it's not a good habit to like to play tricks."

Yan Chen couldn't help laughing again, her peach-blossom pupils were shining brightly, her fingers slightly curled up, she couldn't hold back, and pinched Yue Huai's face.

Feel the soft touch of the child's skin at the fingertips, and the low and hoarse voice is terribly magnetic.

"You can also kiss my brother, and my brother will tell you directly."

Yuehuai: "..."

He suddenly found that this man seemed a little shameless.

Mu Yichen was chatting with Ji Zuochong, seeing Yan Chen's movements out of the corner of his eye, a wave of anger welled up in his heart for no reason.

Ji Zuochong didn't know what he said wrong, Mu Yichen's face changed unexpectedly, and his tone was a bit suspicious, "Yichen, what's wrong?"

He didn't say anything just now, but he said that he hoped to continue to cooperate with Mu Shi next year. Could it be that this sentence made Mu Yichen unhappy?

Mu Yichen snapped back to his senses, closed his eyes, and pretended to tidy up his sleeves, "It's nothing. Of course we can cooperate next year. I'll ask Assistant Fan to discuss it with you later."

Ji Zuo Chongxi said: "Don't bother, I'll just go there."

Mu Yichen pursed his lips, noncommittal.

The Mu family is stronger than the Ji family. The performance of the Ji family has declined in the past few years, and a few scandals have been exposed. The sales volume is not as good as every year.

If it was normal, he would not cooperate with Ji's again, he didn't like his career map to be stained.

But there is Ji Qingxue in Ji's family, he likes Ji Qingxue, so he has to give her face.

However, does he really like Ji Qingxue now?

Mu Yichen couldn't help turning his eyes away, looking at Yue Huai who was lazily sitting on the chair.

The young man was beautiful, his porcelain white skin was better than snow, his eyes were clear and cold, like accumulated frost, and like cold blades.Half of his small face was buried in the gray scarf, and the furry material gave him a rare look of cuteness.

Like a fox that has grown into a spirit in the mountains, he obviously didn't make any moves or say any tempting words, but with just a faint expression, he was so confused that his whole heart was disturbed.

However, Yuehuai is not impatient to see him now, not even a little close to him.

Mu Yichen couldn't help but clenched his fingers, forcing himself to look away.

Suddenly, An Ying beside her said, "Here we come."

Everyone was shocked.

Mu Yichen raised his head subconsciously and looked towards the end of the red carpet.

A car just drove over there. It was an ordinary Mercedes-Benz, and it looked inconspicuous.

When we got to the red carpet, the car stopped and the driver opened the door.

A hale and hearty old man walked out from inside, wearing a neat Chinese tunic suit, with a majestic expression on his face.

The old man got out of the car and glanced in the direction of the red carpet.

An Ying couldn't wait to go up to meet her, no longer the previous indifference, she was exceptionally enthusiastic.

"Old Lou."

Chen Qinghe was also supported by Meng Ting, and hurried to Lou Wensheng, "Old Lou, it's really you?! When An Ying told me, I still didn't believe it."

Lou Wensheng nodded to An Ying first, then looked at Chen Qinghe, a little surprised.

"Mrs. Ji, long time no see."

He had an old friend with Mr. Ji, and had met several times, but after Mr. Ji passed away, he had no contact with Ji's family.

Being invited here this time, I'm still guessing whether Ji Qingxue and Ji's family are related.

Chen Qinghe had a humble attitude, "It's been a long time. I wanted to visit you in person, but I haven't found time. I didn't expect to see you here. My Qingxue girl will be counting on you from now on."

Chen Qinghe's words were basically trying to save himself.

What is it that she has no free time to visit you? In fact, she can't make an appointment with Lao Lao at all, and she doesn't even have a phone call.

But An Ying didn't know, she saw that Chen Qinghe and Lou Wensheng really knew each other, and Lou Wensheng didn't refute what Chen Qinghe said just now, and thought that the two really had a good relationship, she couldn't help but glanced at Chen Qinghe, and smiled more .

"Auntie, since we all know each other, let's go in quickly."

Chen Qinghe smiled and said, "Look at me, I'm overly surprised. Mr. Lou, please hurry up."

Lou heard the sound and responded lightly.

The crowd surrounded Lou Lao and walked towards the concert hall.

When passing by the door, Chen Qinghe looked at Yan Chen and Yue Huai disdainfully.

Yan Chen pursed his lips, half a smile but not a smile.

At this moment, Lou Lao suddenly stopped.

The movement was abrupt, as if he had been frightened by something.

Chen Qinghe was puzzled, followed Lou Wensheng's line of sight, saw Yan Chen, frowned slightly, and explained: "The two irrelevant people made Lou Lao laugh."

Lou Wensheng suddenly changed his face, his expression was very worried.

Chen Qinghe hadn't figured out what offended him, but in the next second, her expression suddenly changed.

After Lao Lao glanced at her, as if he didn't hear her words, he walked a few steps quickly and walked in front of Yan Chen.

The indifferent expression changed into a familiar and loving smile, and he even patted him warmly.

"Stinky boy, why are you here?"

Rumbling--

Everyone was dumbfounded.

what?

Lou Lao actually knew Yan Chen? !

And the attitude is so different?

This... how is this possible?

Their faces all turned unbelievably livid.

Even Yue Huai raised her eyebrows indistinctly.

Yan Chen stood up and pulled Yue Huai up by the way, still in a casual attitude, casual but polite.

"Come and play. Master, come here, why don't you tell me? My disciple can go to meet you."

If it was a thunderbolt just now, it will be thunderbolt now.

Ji's family, Yue's family, An Ying and Mu Yichen were all stupid.

They stared blankly at Yan Chen, then at Lou Wensheng, their faces turned from livid to pale.

Yan...Yan Chen turned out to be Lou...Lou Wensheng's apprentice.

Lou Wensheng blew his beard and stared, "How did I know that you brat is in the Shanghai stock market? You don't come to my place to practice the piano every day, and you go around fooling around."

He complained on his mouth, but praised him in his eyes. Seeing Zheng Laishan's love.

Chen Qinghe's throat seemed to be clogged with lead, it was unbelievably congested, his old face was red and then blue, blue and then red.

It took me a long time to find my voice.

"Lou... Lou Lao, you...you know Young Master Yan."

Lou turned his head when he heard the sound, and his attitude changed 180 degrees, becoming extraordinarily indifferent, with a hint of displeasure.

"He's my apprentice." After a pause, "Mrs. Ji just said that he is irrelevant, so in this way, I am actually quite irrelevant."

brush--

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Qinghe's forehead, his whole body became weak for a while, and his eyes turned black.

Finished!

She offended Lou Lao.