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Chapter 289 Well, It's Her

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Feng Qianxue closed the door and quickly changed her clothes with the girl.

Although the girl's figure is not as good as hers, her height is similar to hers, and she can just wear a small dress.

However, after Feng Qianxue put it on, the originally simple little dress became elegant instantly!

In order to prevent others from recognizing it, Feng Qianxue also found a white lace veil, made a veil, covered her face, revealing only a pair of clear and lively eyes...

"Sister, you are so great, so no one will recognize you!"

The girl was excited and admired.

"You will wait for me here later. I will come back to find you after the performance." Feng Qianxue reminded and handed over the bag to the girl, "You can keep these for me."

"Yeah." The girl nodded repeatedly, "Sister, my name is Gao Ting. I am a student of Haicheng Conservatory of Music. What's your name?"

"My name is Feng Qianxue." When Feng Qianxue was speaking, a sound of slapping the door came from outside. Then, Mr. Fang's angrily shouted, "Why did you lock the door? Gao Ting, do you want to do it?"

Gao Ting suddenly panicked and asked in a low voice: "What should I do?"

"Don't be afraid." Feng Qianxue stuffed the medicine box and Gao Ting behind the screen, and then walked out with the piano score.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mr. Fang saw Feng Qianxue and regarded her as Gao Ting. "What are you doing with a veil? Is your hands OK..."

Mr. Fang looked down at Feng Qianxue's hand and found that he was not injured, but there was a scar on the back of his left hand that was about to heal.

"You..." Mr. Fang was stunned for a moment.

"I'm on stage." Feng Qianxue didn't wait for her to come back to her senses, and walked towards the banquet hall with the piano score.

"You, who are you? Don't mess it up." Mr. Fang

Hurry after him.

At this time, the violin performance had ended, and Feng Qianxue went on stage with the piano score...

"Hey..." Mr. Fang wanted to catch up, but the spotlight came, and she hurriedly stepped back and stood by the stage and looked anxiously.

Feng Qianxue saluted in front of the piano, then sat down and began to play "Croatian Rhapsody".

Soon, the guests were attracted and all looked around...

Feng Qianxue's fingers were jumping on the keys like an elf, as if giving this song soul and vitality.

Everyone in the audience is a big shot of wealth or honor. If you are used to listening to concerts played by world-class masters, you will naturally know how to distinguish between good and bad.

Originally, I just invited college students from the Conservatory of Music to play as the background, but suddenly I could hear the level of world-class masters, which made everyone feel unexpected surprises.

"Where did I find a pianist? It's very high-level." A guest asked Mr. Fang.

"Uh..." Mr. Fang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right, it was found by the Conservatory of Music. How do you feel?"

"Very good." The guest exclaimed sincerely, "This level is a world-class piano master!"

"Ah? So awesome?"

Mr. Fang only knew the superficiality, and when he heard such praise, he was very surprised. When he saw the other guests present, he stopped talking and turned around to enjoy the piano playing on the stage.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then she smiled.

It seems that the man who lost his horse!

No matter who she is, she can continue the performance smoothly.

Backstage, Gao Ting heard the music and her originally frowning brows stretched out, and she finally could

I feel at ease to apply medicine to bandage my wounds.

...

In the center of the banquet hall, Ye Zhenting, who was surrounded by everyone, turned his head to look at the stage...

The superb piano skills and clear and lively eyes are very familiar!

He remembered Feng Qianxue, who was playing in a mask at the DTT bar before.

At that time, he didn't recognize it, but now, she can no longer deceive his eyes...

The eyes fell on her left hand, the scar that had been stepped on by Ling Long's high heels had not yet fallen off...

Well, it's her!

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