"Who to help?" This question really stumped Chen Sixuan. Helping Li Qingcheng teach Lin Huanxi a lesson? This is impossible. Helping Lin Huanxi deal with Li Qingcheng? This is also outrageous.

Chen Sixuan said irritably: "I don't know who to help. Anyway, it's not helping me."

Li Qingcheng stared at Chen Sixuan with a smile and asked with a smile: "What? You want to join in too?"

"Bah." Chen Sixuan denied. "Although my aunt is not as tall as you, she still wears a dish properly. She is tall and has long legs. Are you afraid that you won't be able to catch a rich husband? Do you need to steal your sister's man?"

Li Qingcheng laughed and said: "The word "rob" is not used well. Today's mistresses are all smart, just give them money, who needs that status? Haven't you heard of it? The wife is a servant and babysitter of the washing machine, and the lover is

Boss’s daughter’s bank card.”

"Just be upset." Chen Sixuan exposed it without giving up. "I want you and her identities to be reversed. Do you want to change her identity?"

"I'm warning you, don't slap someone in the face. Be careful if I get too impatient with you."

It was noisy and noisy outside, and clips of Mi Zian's previous concerts were played on the big screen. Intermittent slogans were heard one after another. From time to time, men or women who were excited and unable to control themselves would shout "Mizian, I love you" in a high-pitched voice.

It was deafening and resounded throughout the entire audience.

However, the private room seemed to be isolated from the rest of the world, forming its own independent and quiet little world.

Lin Huanxi didn't speak, and Qin Luo didn't know what to say. Wang Yangxin and Jesus were both human beings, so naturally they wouldn't interfere at this time.

Only Beibei looked puzzled. He looked at Qin Luo, then at Lin Huanxi, and said, "Dad, Mom, why don't you speak?"

"What do you want to hear?" Lin Huanxi held Beibei in her arms and asked.

"I like to listen to whatever you say." Beibei said coquettishly. "Don't you think that everyone is silent and sitting here like a big fool?"

A group of people laughed, and even Lin Huanxi's lips raised.

Qin Luo breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that this incident did not affect her mood.

Suddenly, the venue fell into darkness. Only a small dim light on the stage reminded everyone, "No need to run, this is not a power outage."

boom------

On the electronic screen, colorful fireworks exploded, followed by exciting geometric music jumping and rolling in circles.

A woman's slightly hoarse but seductive voice came from the venue, and a woman with pigtails was wandering high in the sky, like a night elf.

Wow------

There was thunderous applause. The heroine of this event, Mi Zian, made a dazzling appearance.

Infected by the overall mood, Qin Luo and others also applauded.

"This is 'Heat'." Wang Yangxin explained. "Mi Zian became famous because of this song. She put it as the first song in this concert, which seems interesting."

"It turns out to be "Heat"." Qin Luo thought. He really didn't know what song Mi Zian sang.

Following the rhythm of the music, the lifting platform slowly lowered, sending Mi Zian to the stage.

Today's Mi Zian is different from the past. In the past, she sang and danced vigorously, and her singing and dancing complemented each other well. She threw the audience's emotions into the sky again and again.

Today she just walked around gently and sang quietly. This gave people the illusion that Mi Zian, the little rock queen, suddenly turned into Liang Jingru, the spokesperson for healing love songs.

The audience was a little uncomfortable at first, with noisy and incomprehensible voices of dissatisfaction. With Mi Zian's soulful performance, all the noise and dissatisfaction disappeared, and every audience seemed to have entered Mi Zian's inner world.

.

When the song ended, there was thunderous applause.

In fact, Mi Zian, who does not dance, also performs very well on the stage, very, very well. She has another alternative and flamboyant-----little woman flavor.

"I'm sorry. I can't dance." Mi Zian said. Mi Zian's apologetic face appeared on the big screen. "A week ago, during rehearsal, my leg was injured. The doctor said that I should rest for three months -

-----"

"ah-------"

The audience's cries rang out from the audience.

"An'an, why did you get on stage? What should I do if your injury gets worse?"

"An'an, don't worry. We can wait. What's three months? We are willing to wait for you for three years, thirty years, three hundred years------"

"An'an, you have to protect yourself? I love you more than my wife ----- No, I love you just like I love my wife ----- Wife, can you please stop pinching me? I'm just expressing

Please show your concern for An An."

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Mi Zian's hands and mouth made a "shush" motion, and the audience immediately fell silent.

Qin Luo was stunned by this scene. When he held a press conference, he was so angry that he wanted to slam the table. The bastards in the audience were still talking about their own things-----

"Isn't this all a scam?" Qin Luo thought maliciously. Otherwise, how could they be so obedient and cooperative?

Qin Luo, a classmate who has never chased celebrities, doesn't understand. He doesn't know how charming idols are.

"But, a week later, I stood on the stage." Mi Zian continued. "I want to thank one person. You should also be grateful. Because it was him who reduced the three-month recovery time to one week.

He prevented me from postponing or canceling this concert. It was him who allowed me to stand here and hear your calls."

Bang bang bang ------

Fans are easily satisfied and moved. Mi Zian said, "Let me stand here and hear your cries." They couldn't stand it immediately. They cried, shouted, applauded, whistled, and others

They were so excited that they fainted and were carried away by the security guards ---------

However, Qin Luo, who was sitting in the box, did not see this. Otherwise, he must have thought that this person was hired by Mi Zian's agency for a lot of money------

"He is Qin Luo." Mi Zian said the name with a smile. "Qin from Emperor Qin and Han Dynasty, Luo from Luoshui. Everyone should be familiar with this name, right? ----- It seems that he is more famous than me.

Be more famous."

"Qin Luo."

"Qin Luo."

"Qin Luo"

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In the venue, the fans uniformly shouted the name "Qin Luo".

Qin Luo was moved.

People always ask him, Qin Luo, why are you doing this?

There are always people laughing at him, Qin Luo, do you think you are a fool?

There are always people attacking him, Qin Luo, you shouldn’t be a doctor, you should be an actor-----

However, Qin Luo never gave up.

Because he knows what he needs. He knows better than anyone else - everyone knows what he wants.

Yun Dian Shi’s smiles that were full of wrinkles but smiled innocently at him, those simple local people who brought him a few eggs or a bowl of pork to add food, Baodao Shi refused in order to let himself rest and let himself eat.

The Chinese compatriots who saw the doctor, the tens of thousands of people who greeted him at the airport and the standard military salute after returning from South Korea, the bloody battle in Paris and the united will to never retreat ------- and the loud voice of 'Qin Luo' at this moment.

This is what he wants. This is what he wants.

Money only gives him material satisfaction, but these can shock his soul and enrich every nerve and cell in him.

Cure.

Save people.

This is the foundation of medicine. It is also the meaning of Qin Luo's life.

"Dad, I'm so proud of you." Beibei ran over and hugged Qin Luo's thigh and said. The little girl's face turned red with excitement. She didn't expect that her "dad" was so popular and charming. She was so happy.

"Me too." Qin Luo's eyes were wet.

"--------"

The big screen once again showed Mi Zian's pretty face, and she said with a smile: "He said that within a week, I could stand on the stage again. He did it. Just like the song "Heat" just brought me to

It’s just as magical in front of you------"Heat" is dedicated to Qin Luo, and the next song "Don't Run" is dedicated to you------"

"Oh oh oh-------"

The audience burst into crazy applause and shouting again.

Click-----

In another box, a handsome young man smashed the glass in his hand on the floor and broke it into pieces.

"Qin Luo. It's Qin Luo again." The man roared, like an enraged wolf. "Bitch. Go to hell. All of you go to hell."

Several men in black stood around, as if they did not see the scene in front of them.

Their eyes were focused and alert - looking at Mi Zian on the big screen.

Love has nothing to do with age, nationality, gender, etc. The same goes for chasing stars.
Chapter completed!