Chapter 199

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Chapter 199: She’s his girl

Translator: 549690339

She wasn’t sure if he would come tonight.

That night, she had asked him if he was coming, and he had said ‘we’ll talk about it’. He probably wouldn’t come.

Feeling a little down, Wen Qiao went to the self-service vending machine on the first floor of the Art Center to buy a bottle of coffee. She unscrewed the cap and took a sip, then looked outside.

The wenci Art Center was facing the street, and most of the parasol tree leaves had fallen off. The asphalt road was clean and tidy, and the road was narrow. Occasionally, cars would pass by, and Wen Qiao couldn’t help but take a few more glances.

Zhuang Yan stood on the second floor, holding onto the railing and looking down at the people below.

It was obvious that she was waiting for someone.

Who was he waiting for? He naturally knew in his heart that he was nothing more than the young master of the fu family, so he couldn’t help but feel a little upset.

If he had accepted Wen Qiao back then, Fu Nanli wouldn’t have been involved.

All the pain that he had inflicted on Wen Qiao in the past, she was now returning it all to him.

He felt that he was really a twisted person. On one hand, he liked her, but on the other hand, he couldn’t put down his pride and turned to pursue her.

He was someone who was used to smooth sailing and had never tasted failure before. Wen Qiao already had a boyfriend and he didn’t seem to see any chance of winning.

He wouldn’t do something that he had no chance of winning.

However, he was really unwilling.

As a result, day after day, he suffered in his own cage, and the only person who was tortured was himself.

Wen Qiao stood at the main entrance as the audience gradually entered the venue. Her heart would skip a beat with every person who entered.

“Qiao Qiao, it’s time to change. The performance is about to start,” Lu Youyou said.

Lu Youyou pulled Wen Qiao backstage and she changed into a dark rouged-red velvet cheongsam. A Hong Kong-style beauty appeared on the paper, the hazy and beautiful socialite of the Republic of China in the old days, so beautiful that people couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao hugged Wen Qiao on each side. “Lin Xiang, help us take a picture.”

“I really can’t stand you guys,” Lin Xiang said helplessly.

After the photo was taken, Lu Youyou still didn’t let go.”My Qiao, you’re so beautiful I’m about to cry.”

Wen Qiao rubbed her face. you’re very pretty too.

“Compared to you, my beauty is like the glow of a Firefly against the light of the sun and moon. I dare not compare, I dare not compare.”

Wen Qiao smiled helplessly,”each has its own characteristics.” &Nbsp;n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

There were four girls in Room 502, and they were all pretty.

In the hall on the first floor, Jin Xuan and Zhao Tong entered the performance hall with two reporters. Jin Xuan said in a low voice, ” there’s a total of 12 acts today. After each act, there’ll be an interaction session with the audience. It’s very short, five minutes. We’ve already arranged for the staff to pass the microphone to you. You can go straight to the point and ask if Wen Qiao is mu Yue. Then, film it.

The male reporter made an OK gesture. “No problem,”

Zhao Tong’s mouth curved up. Tonight, she would beat the dog while it was down.

The performance officially began. Lin Xiang stood on the stage, Wen Qiao sat on the swing chair suspended in the air, while Chun Xiao and Lu Youyou were both sitting and standing.

The main lights turned on, and a spotlight shone on Wen Qiao.

‘Ambush from all sides’ was a tune that tugged at one’s heartstrings. As soon as the lights were turned on, Wen Qiao started to play the zither.

It was said that the lute was the only instrument that could play the imposing manner of a mighty army. With a few syllables, Wen Qiao’s cold and stern aura instantly spread throughout the performance hall, causing the audience to feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

Fu Nanli sat in the last row, his eyes fixed on the girl in the Scarlet cheongsam hanging in the air.

She was his girl.

There was a complicated look in his eyes.