Chapter 199 She’s His Girl

Not sure if he will come tonight.

That night, she asked him if he would come, and he said, "Let's talk." He probably wouldn't come.

Wen Qiao felt a little depressed, so he went to the beverage vending machine in the lobby on the first floor of the Art Center to buy a bottle of coffee, opened it, took a sip, and looked outside.

Wenci Art Center faces the street. The sycamore leaves have almost fallen off. The asphalt road is clean and tidy. The road is narrow. Wen Qiao can't help but take a second look when cars occasionally pass by.

Zhuang Yan stood on the second floor, holding on to the railing and looking at the people downstairs.

Obviously, she was waiting for someone.

Who are you waiting for? He naturally knew in his heart that it was nothing more than the eldest young master of the Fu family, and he couldn't help but feel a little troubled.

If he had accepted Wen Qiao, what would have happened to Fu Nanli?

The pain he had inflicted on Wen Qiao in the past was now returned to him in full.

He felt that he was really a twisted person to the extreme. On the one hand, he liked her, but on the other hand, he couldn't let go of his own pride and pursued her instead.

He is a person who is used to things going well. He has never tasted failure. Wen Qiao already has a boyfriend, and he seems to have no chance of winning.

He won't do anything that has no chance of winning.

But I am really unwilling to do so.

So, he suffered in his own prison day after day, and the only person who suffered was himself.

Wen Qiao stood at the gate, and the audience gradually entered the room. Every time someone came in, her heart would beat violently.

Lu Youyou's voice came: "Qiaoqiao, it's time to change clothes, the performance is about to begin."

Wen Qiao was dragged backstage by Lu Youyou and changed into a dark carmine velvet cheongsam. The Hong Kong-style beauty appeared on the page. The hazy and beautiful lady of the Republic of China in the old days was so glamorous that people couldn't take their eyes away.

Lu Youyou and Chunxiao hugged Wen Qiao and said, "Lin Xiang, help us take pictures."

Lin Xiang was helpless: "I really can't stand you."

After the group photo was taken, Lu Youyou still didn't let go: "My Qiao, you are so beautiful that I cried."

Wen Qiao rubbed her face: "You are also very beautiful."

"Compared to you, my beauty is like the glow of a firefly compared to the light of the sun and the moon. I dare not compare, I dare not compare."

Wen Qiao smiled helplessly: "Each has its own characteristics."

There are four girls in their dormitory 502, all of whom are good-looking.

In the lobby on the first floor, Jin Xuan and Zhao Tong entered the performance hall with two reporters. Jin Xuan whispered: "There are a total of twelve programs today. After each program, there will be a short interactive session with the audience. , five minutes, we have arranged for staff to give you the microphone at that time, you go straight to the point, directly ask Wen Qiao if he is Mu Yue, and then take pictures."

The male reporter made an OK gesture: "No problem."

Zhao Tong curled up his lips and said he would beat up the drowned dog tonight.

The performance officially started, with Lin Xiang standing on the high platform, Wen Qiao sitting on a hanging chair hanging in the air, and Chunxiao and Lu Youyou sitting and standing.

The headlights turned on, and a spotlight shone on Wen Qiao.

"Ambush from Flying Daggers" is an exciting pipa song. As soon as the lights came on, Wen Qiao started to play the strings.

People say that the pipa is the only musical instrument that can produce the aura of fighting and fighting. Wen Qiao played a few syllables, and the chilling aura immediately spread throughout the concert hall, and the audience felt goosebumps all over their bodies.

Fu Nanli sat in the last row, staring intently at the girl wearing an ocher cheongsam hanging in the air.

It's his girl.

His eyes were a little complicated.