Ten thousand people suspect that after the marriage with the big boss

Su Ri's cold eyes flashed a moment of panic, Xie Chongyan frowned, and explained to Cheng Fan: "Sorry, I didn't mean it."

The cool wind blew past, and the lingering warmth from just now still lingered in the corners of his mouth. Xie Chongyan's breathing became slightly faster, and his tone was a little irritable, but he couldn't calm down the anger in his heart.

Cheng Fan covered his mouth and nose with his hands, then moved up slightly, covered his eyes, stared at him with only a gap, and muttered to himself: "I have lived 25 years, and no one has kissed me yet."

Cheng Fan should be really drunk, otherwise how could he even say his age wrong.Xie Chongyan tried to step forward to support him, but when he touched his arm, he was tangled for a moment.

Looking at Cheng Fan, he said softly, "You are only 20 years old this year, where did you get 25 years old?"

Cheng Fan said bluntly: "I am 25 years old."

Seeing that Cheng Fan was about to fall, Xie Chongyan was afraid that he would fall, so he took a step forward: "Can I help you back to your room?"

Cheng Fan looked at him slowly, his shallow eyes showed some scrutiny, and he nodded slightly after a while: "You probably won't hurt me."

Xie Chongyan's tone was affirmative: "Of course not."

After a long time, Cheng Fan gently put down his blindfolded hand and stretched it out in front of him: "I believe in you, you can hold mine now."

Cheng Fan's tone didn't seem to be joking, but rather complicated and sad. This heaviness made Xie Chongyan feel a little bit of pressure and could not be ignored.

He looked at Cheng Fan squarely and said, "Okay."

Passing the small garden of the hotel and crossing the stream, Xie Chongyan took Cheng Fan's hand and walked forward step by step, leaving two contrasting black shadows under the bright lamp standing by the stream.

When he came to the front desk of the hotel, Xie Chongyan quickly checked in.Cheng Fan is now considered a half-public figure, and Xie Chongyan specially put on a mask for him to avoid any bad influence.

When getting on the elevator, Cheng Fan couldn't stand still. Facing Xie Chongyan, he moved to his side in small steps, put his head on his chest, and rubbed it lightly.

At this time, passing by the 8th floor, other guests happened to come in, and the two stood in the middle. Xie Chongyan gently embraced Cheng Fan's shoulders to make way for others.

Cheng Fan moved a few steps, sticking Xie Chongyan closer, and finally fell into his arms, stretching his arms around his waist.

Xie Chongyan's breathing accelerated obviously. The guests who came in just now were two girls. They saw the two hugging each other, and there were sweet smiles in the corners of their eyes.

Finally reached their room floor, Xie Chongyan put his arms around Cheng Fan, led him out of the elevator, and looked for the room.

There is no presidential suite here, but there are five-star rooms, which are spacious and clean after opening the door.

Cheng Fan coughed twice, his head was always buried in front of Xie Chongyan's arms, and his eyes were half closed.

Xie Chongyan brought him to the bed, wrapped his arms around his legs and gently lifted him, and carried him to the bed.

At this time, Cheng Fan hugged Xie Chongyan's neck, lying comfortably behind the pillow, and still didn't let go.

Xie Chongyan bowed and pressed Cheng Fan falsely.

The slender eyelashes were all within easy reach, and Cheng Fan's breath was on his face. Xie Chongyan thought of the unintentional kiss just now, but what impressed him most was the smell of Cheng Fan's mouth.

He propped up his arms, trying to loosen Cheng Fan's shackles.But Cheng Fan hugged him very tightly and failed several times.

At this time, Cheng Fan opened his eyes and looked at him: "Can you accompany me? I'm afraid."

Those eyes pleaded with a bit of timidity, Xie Chongyan's thoughts of leaving were suddenly shaken.

Cheng Fan looked at him and said, "I am very afraid of the dark, and I hate the dark, because when I was locked up, I called them for help, and they never cared about me." As he said, his shoulders trembled slightly: "From four The layer fell, very painful, very painful. The snow was also very cold, I lay on it for a long time, no one cared about me until I couldn't breathe."

This passage shocked Xie Chongyan.

He couldn't even respond.

After a while, he put his arms around Cheng Fan, took out a tissue and wiped his tears, "Are you having a nightmare? I won't let you fall down the stairs, I promise."

Cheng Fan looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Really?"

Xie Chongyan affirmed: "Yes."

Cheng Fan hugged him again, resting his chin on his shoulder, tears rolled down his neck along his cheeks.

It took a long time before Cheng Fan's mood returned to calm.

Xie Chongyan bowed all the time, fearing that Cheng Fan would be crushed, so he had to stick to the side of the bed.

Cheng Fan hadn't fully fallen asleep yet, looking for the temperature, he got into Xie Chongyan's arms again, with his arms around his waist.

In the early hours of the morning, Cheng Fan fell asleep completely.

Xie Chongyan didn't feel sleepy at all, and kept recalling Cheng Fan's words.Even and dense breathing lingered around him, Cheng Fan's waist was pressing on his arm, but he couldn't feel the weight.

He estimated Cheng Fan's weight at 120 jin.

In the middle of the night, the temperature dropped sharply, and after reaching out to cover Cheng Fan with the thin quilt, he hugged Cheng Fan tighter.

In the early morning, he gently pulled away from Cheng Fan's side and went to the bathroom to wash up. It was still early, so he took a nap on the sofa.

When Cheng Fan woke up, he smelled of alcohol.

The head doesn't hurt, but after eating last night, all the memories are fragmented.

The millet porridge and steamed steamed buns on the table were steaming. Xie Chongyan came in from the living room outside and reminded him: "Eat quickly, go back to record the show early."

Cheng Fan found that he was barefoot, his coat was neatly folded aside, and he asked knowingly, "You helped me take it off?"

Xie Chongyan: "Yes."

When he raised his hand, the weight on his wrist pulled him back to last night, and he raised his eyes: "You didn't do anything to me, did you?"

Xie Chongyan only wore a white shirt, leaned lazily against the wall, thoughtful: "Why don't you ask, did you do anything to me?"

Cheng Fan immediately retorted: "How could I do anything to you? Stop being narcissistic."

Xie Chongyan smiled lowly: "You last night..."

Cheng Fan watched him nervously: "What happened to me last night?"

Xie Chongyan didn't want to tease him: "Last night, you were very honest and went to bed when you came back."

Cheng Fan put on the new socks next to the bed barefoot, and said with a little complacency in his tone, "Let me just tell you, how could I do anything to you."

Xie Chongyan noticed that Cheng Fan's feet were very white, with round and beautiful toes, much smaller than himself.

"Let's eat." Xie Chongyan said lightly.

The steamed buns were stuffed with fresh ingredients. Cheng Fan ate five or six of them in one go, and drank a bowl of jujube porridge.

Xie Chongyan suddenly found that Cheng Fan's skin was ridiculously white. If you look closely, there is no blemish on his face, and the pores are almost invisible.

In fact, everything about Cheng Fan was white.

Xie Chongyan thinks so.

After eating, Cheng Fan wiped the corners of his mouth: "I'm full."

Xie Chongyan smiled: "Is the young master satisfied?"

Cheng Fan: "It's quite satisfactory, and the dining room at home can also do the same."

Xie Chongyan: "The minister will start preparations in another day."

Cheng Fan: "Sure."

Pfft, Cheng Fan smiled.

He felt that Xie Chongyan had changed a little bit and liked to joke.

It was late, Cheng Fan put on his clothes and was about to rush back to the program group.When putting on his shoes, he stood at the door dawdling, looking at Xie Chongyan.

Xie Chongyan: "Do you need me to see you off?"

Cheng Fan snorted in satisfaction: "No, there are too many people around the program group, I'll just take a taxi."

Xie Chongyan: "Is there really no need to send it?"

Cheng Fan shook his head seriously, and couldn't help but feel a little cheerful after leaving the room.

Xie Chongyan was quite sensible and knew how to take the initiative to send him off.

But it's inconvenient for the program group to be around, so forget it.

After getting in the taxi, he raised his wrist and carefully looked at the sapphire watch. The three words Xie Chongyan engraved on it were not obvious during the day.

He wiped it gently with his fingers and smiled with satisfaction.

Back at the recording location of the program group, the guests are having breakfast.The broadcast time was nine o'clock in the morning, and it was still a quarter of an hour away, and Cheng Fan was not late.

Seeing Cheng Fan's return, Du Miaowei took the initiative to ask, "Did you go out yesterday?"

Cheng Fan nodded and sat at the dining table.He's just finished breakfast and isn't too hungry, but he could have a small biscuit.

When reaching for the biscuit, An Kefan noticed the new wristwatch he was wearing sharply, and asked in a puzzled tone, "Cheng Fan, is your watch new?"

Cheng Fan glanced at him and said perfunctorily, "Yes."

An Kefan rested his chin on his right hand: "This is PP's 2019 collection. It seems that the whole world is only two or three yuan. You are really amazing."

There is something in An Kefan's words, and the implication is that this watch is very rare and precious, and it remains to be seen whether Cheng Fan's ability can be obtained.

Cheng Fan held the biscuit and smiled gently: "It is indeed very precious, or let your fan group check whether it is genuine?"

An Kefan's face twisted instantly when he heard this sentence, and he said sharply: "Cheng Fan, what do you mean? No matter how hard the fans fight, the right owner can't be pinched. Do you understand the rules?"

Cheng Fan replied: "Master? Do you treat your fans as slaves?"

An Kefan's face turned pale in an instant. If these words were spread, it would ruin his entire acting career.

It's all because Cheng Fan, the little bitch, made him say nothing. Holding back his anger, he calmly explained: "It was my slip of the tongue."

Cheng Fan ignored him and ate the biscuits by himself.

The tension between the two made other guests afraid to intervene.At this time, the director quietly called Shen Xu away, and asked him in a low voice: "What is the origin of this Cheng Fan? He is so tough with An Kefan, and he is not afraid of An Kefan's revenge."

Shen Xu's brows were worried: "I really don't know. Before the recording, the general manager of our Xiangrong Entertainment told me to take care of him, but he didn't tell me about Cheng Fan's background."

The director sighed: "If you have a good relationship with Cheng Fan, try to persuade him more. If you always quarrel with An Kefan, he is the one who suffers. How many fans does An Kefan have, how many does he have?"

Shen Xu: "Well, I see."

After Shen Xu left, the director pondered for a while.He suddenly remembered An Kefan's black hot search that couldn't be withdrawn.

There was a sudden shock in his back, and Cheng Fan's origin became more confusing.

Having run out of breakfast, An Kefan put down his chopsticks, not hiding his displeasure at all.

He secretly took a picture of the watch, sent it to a knowledgeable friend, and asked about the origin of the watch.

A friend was online and quickly told him: "This is a PP global limited edition. It cannot be purchased, but can only be given as a gift. At present, there are five yuan in total, four in Europe and other places, and one in China."

An Kefan asked eagerly: "Can I find the list of all the people in the country?"

Friend: "It's too difficult. Think about it, since someone can be donated by PP on his own initiative, what kind of coffee position must he have, how can I find out?"

An Kefan: "Try it, let's talk if you can't find it."

The friend had no choice but to reply: "Okay...but did the person wearing the watch offend you?"

An Kefan sneered: "I suspect he's wearing a knockoff."

Friend: "Okay."

Putting down his phone, An Kefan went to the side to touch up his makeup. Cheng Fan's face in the mirror made his teeth hurt in disgust.

Since his debut, he has never suffered a loss.

Yes in the team, even more solo.

Only Cheng Fan fell on him once, and with his arrogance, he couldn't stand it.

So what if Cheng Fan and the Hermes brand overlap?

The small outsiders in Bintan City have been around for a long time, and they can also make connections with the brand side, and even get to show off.

But this watch is absolutely out of reach of Cheng Fan's status.

Based on his guess, if this watch is fake, it is probably because Cheng Fan has no experience and bought a fake.

If true, then he has another idea.

Cheng Fan can get a watch when he goes out for one night.

Maybe someone introduced her to become a duckling at a rich businessman's house.

Today's activities are very simple. In the morning, the guests will buy vegetables and cook together. In the afternoon, they will participate in the local special fireworks festival.

Because the most primitive folk customs are preserved in the depths of Huangshan District, a large number of foreign tourists will come to watch this time of year.

Among them, the masks here are particularly famous.

Throughout the morning, An Kefan was much more honest.

Cheng Fan was in charge of chopping the vegetables, and he was generous and comfortable with Wen Jiayuan. Fans were suddenly a little unaccustomed to the peaceful appearance.

After the Orleans Chicken Tenderloin is thawed, the oil is [-]% warm, and Cheng Fan is ready to fry it.

At this time, Wen Jiayuan suddenly covered his eyes from behind, and the chicken tenders in the oil pan instantly splashed everywhere, almost scalding Cheng Fan's face.

When Cheng Fan opened his eyes, he found Wen Jiayuan behind him.

Wen Jiayuan smiled softly: "I'm sorry, I want to remind you, it's too late, what an offense."

Cheng Fan shook his head: "It's okay."

[Tsk tsk tsk, I smell cp. ]

[Do you think that the way Wen Jiayuan looks at Cheng Fan is very special? ]

[To be honest, Wen Jiayuan is rich, good-looking and good-tempered, even if he is not in the entertainment industry, he can still inherit the family business.It would be nice to be his lover. ]

When frying the chicken tenders again, Cheng Fan paid a lot of attention, and at the same time deliberately maintained his position with Wen Jiayuan.

But when the chicken tenders were fried, Cheng Fan offered to give Wen Jiayuan a taste, after all, he was saved.

"Here you are." Cheng Fan stretched out his hand and handed it to him.

Wen Jiayuan seemed flattered, took a sip of praise: "The craftsmanship is really good."

[Why do I always feel that Cheng Fan's tone is inexplicably special, a bit like a gift from the young master. ]

[I also found out, but you can't say it's bad, it's just... awkward. ]

[Cheng Fan's temperament is very similar to that of my friend, but my friend is a super rich second generation from a young age, and his family background is the opposite of Cheng Fan's. ]

[Have you noticed?Cheng Fan was wearing a wrist watch in his right hand, but half of it was covered by his sleeve, so he couldn't see the whole picture. ]

During lunch, Wen Jiayuan repeatedly praised Cheng Fan's deep-fried chicken tenderloin, which was delicious.

Even Cheng Fan himself felt great about himself.

Shen Xu looked at Wen Jiayuan and smiled meaningfully.

In the afternoon, the guests left for the fireworks festival.In the car on the way, Cheng Fan wanted to ask Xie Chongyan when he would go back, but he hesitated.

In the end, he took a ticket for the Fireworks Festival and posted it on Moments: Go to the Fireworks Festival~

After 5 minutes, Chen Yichuan liked it and commented: What a coincidence, I'm also there.

Cheng Fan replied politely: Mmmm.

After waiting for a long time, Xie Chongyan's profile picture remained silent. Cheng Fan put away his phone in his pocket in frustration, and looked out the window.

At this moment, Xie Chongyan has just signed the contract with the partner.

The partner said: "60% of the shares in Huangshan Scenic Area are in the hands of Chen Yichuan in Rongcheng. I only have the right to 40%. I don't know why you don't offer an olive branch to Chen Yichuan?"

Xie Chongyan slowly poured himself a pot of tea, and explained in a low voice: "I have interests in the land in Xincheng with Chen Yichuan, and each has bargaining chips. If I take the initiative to cooperate with him, I'm afraid..."

The partner understands: "Understood."

After negotiating the contract, the three had dinner.

At this time, Xiang Zhi said, "Is the fireworks festival here famous?"

The partner replied: "Yes, it's very lively."

Xiang Zhi asked Xie Chongyan: "Do you want to go together? Cheng Fan seems to be there too."

Xie Chongyan thought for a while: "Okay."

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A group of people who came to the fireworks festival were not taken to the tourist area, but followed the organizer to the staff area.

The director said: "Today our task is to be cast and crew. The form can be group or individual. At the end of the performance, each of us will carry a small basket. All audiences who come in with tickets can receive a rare blue Rose, give it to the performer you like. A rose is a point, and the person with the highest point will have the right to be king tomorrow."

After listening to Chen Jing, she complained: "This is too difficult. For actors without talents like us, we are at a disadvantage."

Du Miao said slightly: "Now you know the benefits of our singer?"

Director's prompt: "I'll give you three hours, and you can rehearse with the cast and crew here at will."

Chen Jing muttered: "Okay."

When the rehearsal time is up, everyone is looking for a partner.Wen Jiayuan walked up to Cheng Fan, and took the initiative to talk to him: "You should be able to dance, right? Do you still need a partner?"

Cheng Fan shook his head: "No need."

Wen Jiayuan: "Okay, if you need clothes or something, I can help you communicate."

Cheng Fan: "Thank you."

[I think Wen Jiayuan is interested in Cheng Fan. ]

[Isn't it interesting, eat Cheng Fan's fried chicken tenders, and you will be stupefied. ]

[By the way, I haven't seen Cheng Fan dancing yet, so I can be healthy today. ]

Cheng Fan didn't need many things to dance, but there were basically no props like jade fans and streamers here.

Most of them are dance props dedicated to ethnic minorities, such as tambourines and rattles.

Cheng Fan searched for a long time, and finally found a set of red clothes that basically fit, and two red ribbons about 5 meters long.He simply tied the ribbon on it, and the props were finished.

There were more and more audiences outside. Chen Jing, who put on her dance clothes, quietly opened the curtain, and went back to tell everyone, "There are quite a few people watching the performance."

An Kefan's program is kpop, with a more fashionable and dynamic melody. He is a member of a boy group, so it's easy.

Here, Cheng Fan is going to change clothes.

The national costumes he took were gentle and restrained for men, so the clothes he designed were more delicate and elegant. After wearing the waistband, the hem of the clothes turned slightly, and the arc was very beautiful.

There was still a red ribbon left, which he tied in front of his forehead, and then he let down the hair, making the red ribbon looming.

The red ribbon ran from the shoulders and neck to the bottom, fluttering gently as he walked, smart and delicate.

When Cheng Fan came out, An Kefan glanced at him.

Then sit aside and get ready to play.

Cheng Fan stood in the center, turned his head to look out, and then looked away.

The eyes of Shen Xu collided with each other in the air, and seeing that the other party was looking at him, Cheng Fan asked, "Are my clothes weird?"

Shen Xu said, "It's not strange, it looks good."

[Maybe because Cheng Fan practiced dancing since he was a child, his temperament is very different from others. ]

[It goes without saying that once you stand there, your posture will be different from others. ]

[It feels like tonight's game is specially prepared for Cheng Fan, it's boring. ]

[Upstairs, although I'm not a Cheng Fan fan, isn't your An Kefan also from a boy group?Singing and dancing shouldn't be a problem, right?As for being so sour? ]

[When An Kefan was still in the team, the fans played the lead dancer and lead singer every day, why did he lack confidence in such a small occasion? ]

In the barrage, the fans were pinching each other hard, and An Kefan, as the first contestant among the guests, began to dance to the beat.

I have to say that An Kefan danced well.

The top1 among amateurs and the paddlers among professionals are not bad overall, but compared with the previous combination, they have regressed a lot.

In the barrage, almost all the netizens who know him well are mocking his decline in business ability, but there are still many fans who close their eyes and brag that Fanfan dances so well and so wonderfully.

Due to the reason for the dance, the audience's reaction was not violent, but polite applause.

Xiang Zhi complained in Xie Chongyan's ear: "This man really has no eyesight, he dances street dance on this occasion."

Xie Chongyan lazily replied.

Chen Yichuan knew An Kefan, and was planning to leave, but thought that since An Kefan had a performance, Cheng Fan should too.So he stopped, looking forward to Cheng Fan's performance.

Next, Chen Jing, Wen Jiayuan and others performed together with the staff. Although it was not a one-man show like An Kefan, the response was enthusiastic and it was much more popular than An Kefan.

After another half an hour, it was Cheng Fan's turn to perform.

A melodious and cheerful huqin tune came to mind on the field, as if looking at the bright moon in the sky, and it spread to the distance with the wind and sand.

On the left side of the arena, a young man dressed in red suddenly appeared, standing against the wind.

The silk ribbon above the tambourine fluttered with the headband, and with a few crisp sounds, the young man came into everyone's sight with a light flip.

Only then did everyone notice the red cherry blossom cat mask on the young man's face.

On the mask, charming lines are drawn, adding a bit of mystery to the youth.

The sound of the music became heavier and heavier, and gradually mixed with pipa, Xiao and dulcimer.

Every time the ribbon above the tambourine dances, it seems to carry a soul, lingering in a graceful arc, and gradually falling to the feet with the head of the young man.

All of a sudden, the young man's slender body is dancing in the red silk, and the "red" in the depths of the night is even more mysterious and dazzling.

The audience at the scene did not know who the person behind the mask was, but the audience and netizens who watched the live broadcast for seven days and seven nights knew.

When Cheng Fan was dancing, almost all the bullet screens gradually stopped, for fear of covering up the dance on the screen.

Xie Chongyan watched with extreme concentration.

How could he not recognize the dancer in front of him as Cheng Fan?

It was the first time that the two had been together for so long and at such a close distance to watch Cheng Fan's formal dance live.

He couldn't figure out why Cheng Fan looked so good in any clothes.

It's even more unbelievable that there are still boys who can dance so excitingly.

He didn't want to recall, but his mind was full of Cheng Fan sleeping peacefully in his arms last night.

Xiang Zhi agreed to come over after seeing this: "Is this your wife?"

Xie Chongyan: "Yes."

Chen Yichuan on the opposite side has long been attracted by the dancers.

Since there was only the name of the program in the announcement and no information about the dancers, he didn't know the names of the performers.

Watching this boy dance, he seems to have returned to the time when his mother performed for him and his younger siblings when he was a child.

The three of them, brothers and sisters, ate sweet cakes and snuggled up to each other.

The longing in his heart burst out completely, and Chen Yichuan was emotionally chaotic, staring at the dancer in front of him.

Unfortunately, his younger sister died of a serious illness, and his younger brother disappeared when he was young.

I can never go back to my childhood.

The tune in the ear has reached the middle and back. With the climax of the music score, the young man held the tambourine, followed by a few light big jumps and raised his legs. , big dance and small dance, three red ribbons danced on the stage.

If the shape of the wind is what it is, it is probably the gesture of the ribbon when it dances with the youth and the wind.

Finally, the music stopped abruptly.

When the evening wind blows, the sleeves of his clothes flutter like the wind. The young man bent down and picked up a blue rose thrown by the audience when he was excited, turned around slowly, and stuck it on the tambourine.

The program ends here.

Unprecedented applause rang out, and the young man held a tambourine and bowed to the audience.

Among the thousands of people below, Cheng Fan caught a glimpse of the familiar figure.The audience shouted in unison, hoping that he would take off the mask.

He didn't want to take it off at first, but when he saw the man, he took off the mask the moment he turned around.

In an instant, a handsome face appeared in everyone's sight, and the applause and cheers were even more enthusiastic than before.

Cheng Fan looked at Xie Chongyan on the dark stage, then smiled casually, and waved the tambourine in his hand.

Xiang Zhi applauded: "Is your wife greeting you?"

Xie Chongyan pursed his smile: "Yes."

The barrage at this time was completely crazy.

[Ahhh, I might be slapped in the face!I seem to be in love with my wife. ]

[What does the young master want to eat today?This old slave will do it! ]

[I declare that I will soon become Cheng Fan's only husband. ]

[Wife sticks, husband loves you. ]

[I'm going to become a fan, Fanfan wife, I love you! ]

Not far away, Chen Yichuan had a particularly indescribable emotion.

The dancer was none other than Cheng Fan.

The secretary looked at him quietly, and looked at Cheng Fan. This person seemed to be Mr. Chen's friend, and he had seen him at the BBQ a few days ago.

Holding the blue rose, Chen Yichuan followed Cheng Fan until he disappeared from the stage.

He turned his head and asked, "Are there any blue roses?"

The secretary was startled: "You have as many as you want."

Backstage, the program staff all praised him for his wonderful dance, Du Miaowei and Chen Jing also praised him sincerely and applauded in admiration.

Cheng Fan was not without humility, standing in front of everyone, straightened his back, accepted all the compliments, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Wen Jiayuan stood next to him, all eyes were on him.

When it was the turn of the audience to vote, the cast and crew came out one by one and stood in a circle.

Cheng Fan put on the mask again, and carried a small pannier on his back. Soon his pantry was filled with blue roses, and the fragrance lingered around him for a long time.

The rose in Xie Chongyan's hand hadn't been delivered yet, Cheng Fan was too crowded, he wanted to wait.

Among the seven-day and seven-night guests, Cheng Fan had the most roses.

The others had only blue roses in their baskets at most, while Cheng Fan's had a few white roses in his basket.

The white rose was owned by the few spectators who entered the arena, which proved Cheng Fan's popularity.

After most of the audience voted, Cheng Fan's small basket was overflowing. Because the staff was afraid that he would be burdened, they would arrange the roses in the basket for him from time to time, so his rose basket was very beautiful, like a decoration.

The farewell music played, and Cheng Fan could see the appearance of the basket in the reflected bronze mirror. He felt that his was the most beautiful and he was very satisfied.

Many people have dispersed, but Xie Chongyan is still there.

Cheng Fan walked briskly to the music, and came directly opposite Xie Chongyan.

Like a little peacock with its tail open, he twirled gently, letting Xie Chongyan admire his beautiful little pannier.

One turn was not enough, so he turned a second time.

Not long after, he took off his mask taking advantage of the chaos, looked at the rose in Xie Chongyan's hand and gave him a dissatisfied look.

Xie Chongyan looked at him intently and suddenly smiled.

Xiang Zhi punched him: "Hey, what are you laughing at?"

Xie Chongyan said: "He is so cute."

Lifting the rose in his hand, Xie Chongyan started from the side, ready to go on stage to give the rose to Cheng Fan.

At this time, a figure beside him took a step ahead of him, and walked straight to Cheng Fan with a large bouquet of white and blue roses.

Chen Yichuan lowered his head gently, and handed the rose to Cheng Fan: "For you, you can dance as well as my mother."

Seeing this, the audience who hadn't dispersed applauded enthusiastically.

An Kefan was on the sidelines, so angry that he glared at Cheng Fan with jealousy, turned his head and left.

Seeing this scene, Xie Chongyan's smile gradually disappeared until his cold face was restored.

The author has something to say:

Xie Chongyan: I don't want to be caught either, but Fanfan is so cute.