After marrying the richest husband

The lights of the stage can only be seen clearly in a dark environment. Fortunately, Beicheng gets dark early in winter, and as soon as it gets dark, they start to step on the venue to cross the stage.

First, one by one, determine the lighting of each trainee when they are soloing alone, and then separately determine the formation of the two teams to follow.

Then each link is connected in series, and the procedure from beginning to end goes through twice, and finally the host speech is brought, and it is repeated again.

After the whole rehearsal, it was already midnight.

It was still dark at three o'clock in the morning, only beams of strong light from the strobe lights jumped between the stage and the auditorium.

The venue environment of the Workers' Stadium is completely open-air, and the strong wind blows in late at night in winter. The chill seems to seep into the bones, and people are almost unconscious from the cold.

After more than half an hour, the director and the coordinator got together to communicate for a while, and finally waved their hands: "Today is here! The last rehearsal tomorrow morning, everyone go back and have a good rest, work hard tomorrow!"

Sang Qiao sniffed, wrapped her down jacket tightly, turned her head to Xu Qiran who was standing beside her and said, "Brother Ran, you should come back quickly, you don't need to come here tomorrow morning, I can do it by myself."

Xu Qiran rushed over almost before nine o'clock in the evening, and it has been nearly seven hours now.

He and Sang Qiao did not stand on the side of the main force, but stood in the third row of the auditorium, watching the prop master on the stage move the scene down.

Xu Qiran moved his body, as if casually said: "Okay, by the way, Chairman Fu didn't come over today?"

Sang Qiao shook his head: "It's snowing in England, and his plane was delayed."

Xu Qiran nodded, and looked at Sang Qiao worriedly, "You..."

Sang Qiao smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm not a child, and I won't be unhappy because of this. Brother, you are not going to be my manager and you are still such an old mother, or I think you should continue Will you be my agent?"

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran twitched the corner of his mouth: "Dream, dreaming is faster."

Sang Qiao howled a few times symbolically: "Shall I take you to the parking lot? It's quite far, Brother Ran, don't get lost."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran turned around: "Okay, I'm leaving, in the future, be careful about everything, don't just give a cup of soy milk to be brilliant, you know?"

Sangqiao chicken nodded: "I know, come back quickly, and be careful that your old Ford's fuel tank is cracked again."

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran couldn't hold back in the end and punched Sang Qiao twice. After the punch, he paused: "If you don't feel happy in the future, just give me a call and I'll come to you. Do you hear me?"

Sang Qiao waved his hand: "I know, I'm sure I'll be happy every day, and I won't cause you any trouble, Brother Ran! You should work hard in the future, and when you become your own boss, try to marry a wife and have children as soon as possible to reach the pinnacle of your life!"

Xu Qiran: "..."

Xu Qiran was choked again by Sang Qiao's anger, and it took him a long time to calm down his chest, and left without looking back.

Sang Qiao watched Xu Qiran go all the way, so he stamped his feet on the spot for a long time, then rolled back to the temporary backstage, and got on the bus with other trainees.

The program team has already booked a rest room at the hotel next to the stadium.

Although it was only over an hour before dawn at this time, the last rehearsal in the morning did not officially start until nine o'clock.

The breakfast time is still at seven o'clock, and the trainees still have two and a half hours of sleep time.

The order of room allocation was randomly decided on a temporary basis, but when Sang Qiao got the key and walked into his room, he realized that his room was obviously a single room.

Sang Qiao was so exhausted that he couldn't even speak in his throat.

He leaned on the recliner in the room for a while, closed his eyes, and realized that he still missed Fu Xingzhou very much.

Missing is always such a very mysterious thing, which is hidden in the hustle and bustle, and then spreads in this quiet time.

Sang Qiao didn't know if this single room came from the privilege of the program group, but he really didn't want to and couldn't make any special request now.

He got up and changed his clothes, went into the bathroom and took a hot shower.

Not long after he came out, there was a light knock on the door of the room from the outside.

Sang Qiao was a little surprised, walked to the door, and turned on the videophone on the wall.

Raven's face appeared on the videophone.

Facing the mirror, Sang Qiao straightened his clothes quickly, then opened the door sideways: "Assistant Wen?"

Raven didn't know how long he had been waiting, still in a formal suit, he handed the bag in his hand to Sangqiao: "Mr. Sang, I'm sorry to bother you to rest. This is what the boss ordered me to bring to you, and the hotel does not provide it at this time." Extra meal, if you are hungry, fill it up first, and I will go out and buy it for you."

The bag is kraft paper for food, and the aroma spreads.

Sang Qiao quickly shook his head: "No, no, I'm not too hungry. I'll trouble you to make a trip at this late hour. It's hard work."

Raven smiled and said, "Mr. Sang is polite, then I won't disturb you."

Sang Qiao was about to nod, but saw that Raven's pace of walking stopped again.

Raven turned around again: "Mr. Sang, there is a sentence that I should not say in my capacity, but after thinking about it, I still think I should tell you."

Sang Qiao was stunned: "Assistant Wen, tell me."

Raven seemed to hesitate for a moment: "Mr. Sang, although I don't know what gift the boss ordered for you in London. But this gift should be very important to him. He handled the company's work in advance on Thursday and freed up time Fly there yourself."

Sang Qiao touched his upper and lower lips, but said nothing.

Raven sighed lightly: "If the boss was here, I would definitely not let me tell you that. But Mr. Sang, if the boss doesn't come back tomorrow, don't be sad."

Sang Qiao finally said, "I know."

"I have been working in Fu's since I graduated. I have never seen a boss who cherishes a person like you. He really cares about you."

Raven bowed slightly to Sang Qiao, and said politely: "Sorry, Mr. Sang, I made a mistake. I wish you all the best tomorrow, good night."

"……Good night."

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Sang Qiao thought that he would definitely not sleep well that night, but unexpectedly——

Although he only slept for less than two hours, Sang Qiao never woke up halfway, and only opened his eyes in a daze until the alarm clock rang.

The hotel's blackout curtains are not as good as those at home. Scattered morning light comes in through the gaps and spreads on the ground in spots.

Sang Qiao lifted the quilt to get up, looked at the mirror in the bathroom, and found that he had no dark circles under his eyes, although his whole face was not radiant, but it was more attractive than when he was not in good condition .

There is never much time left for the trainees, yesterday's bus was already waiting downstairs.

But the only difference from yesterday was.

The people in the program group yesterday seemed very calm.

But today at the scene, before the rehearsal even started, the director Shao Ming personally walked up to Sang Qiao, gave a few symbolic guidance on the stage position, and then lowered his voice: "Sang Qiao...you show me the truth Son, can Director Fu come today?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

I don't know if the medicine has taken effect recently, or if Sangqiao's condition is much better than before.

In short, Director Shao's words did not destroy Sang Qiao's adjusted mood last night.

Sang Qiao shook his head: "I don't know, I don't have a mobile phone either."

Director Shao: "..."

Director Shao was a little bald: "Then I'll ask the staff to bring a mobile phone, can you ask?"

Sang Qiao is very honest: "If he is on the plane, he may not be able to pick him up. Director Shao, why don't you ask Raven?"

Director Shao cast a grumpy look at Sang Qiao: "Raven can turn black into white, dead into life, and expect to get the same words from him?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

I don't know if Raven sneezed or not.

Probably it was the sincere blankness in Sang Qiao's eyes that moved Shao Ming. He completely gave up the method of spying on information from Sang Qiao, and told Sang Qiao to go back to wait for the rehearsal, and walked away with a sad face.

The basic process has been gone through several times yesterday, and the rehearsal task this morning is relatively easy, as long as the coherent link of the whole show is done again.

The on-site staff and trainees were very cooperative, so the quality of the completion was very high. The rehearsal plan, which was scheduled to be completed at [-] p.m., was completed after [-] a.m. in the morning.

Everyone not only advances the lunch time with clear soup and little water, but also has an hour's rest time.

The final performance will not start until 07:30 in the evening, but the support club of the trainees has already prepared surrounding booths and support item distribution points outside the venue.

It was only two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

The fans arrived at the scene ahead of time. Although they were not able to enter the performance venue for the time being, they lined up outside the venue to receive support items in a very lively and orderly manner, calling enthusiastically for their little idols.

almost simultaneously.

#YoustageYour Stage Performance Live# was also on the hot search.

The real-time discussion area of ​​Weibo was swiping quickly.

Mushroom wood is poisonous: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I can't go to the scene where I cried like a [-]-pound dog, the sisters who are at the scene live broadcast it! ! !I want to see live! ! !Have you entered yet? ? ! ! !

Nonnie: Not yet, I’m looking around~ The q version of Qiaozai is so cute, it melts my heart, Qiaozai’s mommy loves you!Mommy will spend money for you! [photo.jpg]

Xu hee hee:! !What a treat! !Looking for a purchasing agent! ! !Sister, I want ten bridges! !Is there a one to one ratio? ! #scream#

It's a big murmur: One to one?Sister, your idea is very dangerous, Dong Fu is watching you...

Shuangmu Feiyu: Speaking of this, I'm not sleepy anymore!By the way, Chairman Fu will also be there tonight, wow, I am so looking forward to it!

Xiaojuanjuan zoe: Can cp fans guna!Qiaoqiao is beautiful alone, crab and crab are not bound, not cp, not cue!

Attacking Jingjing: By the way, I want to pour cold water on you. One of my sisters who was doing the recording just told me that Mr. Fu is not going to attend the performance due to something, and the program team is preparing to use a temporary guest. ?

The status of cp fans has always been at the bottom of the fan circle, but it turned upside down when it came to Sangqiao.

Especially recently, Zhouqiao CP's popularity not only overwhelmed other CP fans, but even faintly fought with Sangqiao's pure fans.

Seeing that a battle is about to be staged again——

Another post was refreshed in real time on Weibo.

Baa baa don't knock hard candy: Although but... I'm jet-lagged, and I'm located in London. I seem to have bumped into Mr. Fu at the airport last night...

Xu Xihe:? ? ?Sisterhood says you can say more! ! !

Song Song's legs are 1.8 meters long: I don't believe it, how about the Blizzard in the UK these days?It is impossible for Director Fu to come back to watch Qiaoqiao's performance in the UK.

Baa, baa, no hard candy: No, no, no, not necessarily! !I entered the VIP waiting area, and he walked out, I just took a look, it should be him... Super handsome, super cold, super strangers, don't come in, I dare not look carefully qaq

Baa baa, no hard candy: But I heard Mr. Fu telling the person next to him in English that he was going to another city to transfer back to China——I swear by Qiaoqiao’s chastity that I heard it right! !

The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: I can swear, I heard it.

Qiaoqiao:? ? ?

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Today's Fu Dong is living in the audience's camera again, but tomorrow he will definitely solo the audience!

By the way cf = pure fan, wf = only fan, xfxy = bloody storm