Chapter 388
The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me
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Chapter 388: The VIP seats
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Wen Qiao smiled guiltily and touched his face. I didnât think it through enough. Youâre quite busy anyway, and this is a small-scale performance. None of our friends or family have tickets. Otherwise, how about ...
Her breath tightened, and the manâs breath was on her lips. Iâm treated the same as your family and friends, right? â
Wen Qiao pressed herself against the glass of the French windows and pursed her lips. why donât you go backstage and watch our performance from the side? â
The manâs rough fingers rubbed against her neck.âDo I need to stand at the side to watch my girlfriendâs performance?â
Wen Qiao forced herself to use her gentlest voice to coax him, â just treat that as the VIP seat, hmm? Youâre the most special member of the audience, so of course you have to stand in the most special position.â
On the 26th of April, a rare sunny day before the Huangmei rainy season.
Young master Fu stood at the side of the stage and looked at the man beside him, his face turning green.
Shang fan was still unaware and wanted to shake his hand. âMr. Fu, itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
With one hand in his pocket, Fu Nanli merely nodded his head coldly as a form of greeting.
Backstage, Wen Qiao was so nervous that her legs were shaking.
It wasnât because she was going to perform on stage, but because Shang fan was here. The most special audience she had promised-the side curtains of the stage-wasnât just Fu Nanli standing there now. Fu Nanli would definitely settle the score with her after this.
It was extremely deadly.
What was worse was that Zhuang Yan was here as well, and he was a guest performer.
Wen Qiao massaged her temples in frustration. âLu Youyou!â
âQiao Qiao.â Lu Youyou smiled guiltily.
explain to me why Zhuang Yan is a guest performer. I donât know about it.
Lu Youyou said guiltily, â the performance this time is a combination of folk and Western music. Havenât you always wanted to promote the integration of Chinese and Western music? Iâll let Song Yu participate. I thought that since I already have the piano, Iâll add the violin as well. Then, Zhuang Yan will definitely be the best candidate. Qiaoqiao, Iâm doing this for our performance.â
How could Wen Qiao bear to be so fierce to Lu Youyou?
He could only say in a soft and helpless voice, â you shouldâve told me earlier. Fu Nanli still doesnât know that Iâm going to perform with Zhuang Yan later. Arenât you just causing trouble? â
âIâll go to young master Fu and kowtow to apologize later,â Lu Youyou said.
Wen Qiaoâs temples were throbbing. What was the use of Lu Youyouâs apology? in the end, she would still be the one in trouble.
Zhuang Yan went backstage with his violin on his back.
When she saw Zhuang Yan again, Wen Qiaoâs heart was as calm as still water. After all, liking this guy was something that happened in her previous life, and it felt like a dream.
Zhuang Yan had apologized to her in front of so many people, and now she could get along with him without any grudges, just like a normal friend.
However, Zhuang Yan couldnât treat her as a normal friend. He still looked at Wen Qiao with a burning gaze.
Since she had already invited him, Wen Qiao couldnât just let him leave.
It was all for the sake of folk music, and Youyou had put in a lot of effort. She smiled at Zhuang Yan and said, â âThen letâs go through the rehearsal.â
Wen Qiaoâs hair and makeup were already done. She was wearing a reddish-brown traditional Chinese dress with a Jade hairpin in her hair. There was a mole at the end of her right eye, which was glistening with tears.
Zhuang Yanâs eyes were a little dazed.
This kind of girl had once chased after him and said that she liked him. He was the biggest fool in the world. He had pushed her away with his own hands and even humiliated her with so many people.
At that time, the girl must have been living a very torturous life.