At this point, Tang Yuyao has finished what he has to do. The next step is to find a way to escape.
"I will be holding a concert soon, and I hope everyone will come then! Also, please take care of my cousin's business! Their family is very independent and doesn't want to accept my help, so I can only do this
Too many!" Tang Yuyao gave Zhao Xinyi a meaningful look.
Then he took Murong Bailing's little hand and bowed deeply to the 'fans': "Okay! Friends, it's almost time for me to come out! I have to be busy with the concert later! Today I will be with you
That’s it for everyone, thank you all again! Goodbye!”
After saying that, Tang Yuyao pulled Murong Bailing out of the dense crowd.
What was left behind were the 'fans' who had endless aftertaste. It wasn't until Tang Yuyao had gone a long way that these people realized what they were doing - they shouted and chased after him, only to catch a puff of car exhaust...
…
Tang Yuyao is gone, and ‘Zhang Dehua’ is gone. But the business of the rice noodle stall is still very good. Some people who missed Zhang Dehua turned around and returned to the rice noodle stall, ordering bowl after bowl...
Zhao Xinyi's family of three were busy until midnight. After selling out all the rice noodles, they pushed a tricycle and walked on the way home.
Zhao Xinyi deliberately distanced herself from her mother, and then whispered to her brother Zhao Yiming: "Brother, seeing how cordial you were with Zhang Dehua earlier, do you know Zhang Dehua?"
"We know you!" Zhao Yingming said without thinking. After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong. That 'Zhang Dehua' was obviously pretended by Brother Tang! Didn't my sister have contacts with Brother Tang? Didn't she?
Do you know that's Brother Tang? Uh...how to explain this?
Sure enough, Zhao Xinyi felt strange. She immediately asked: "Brother, tell me honestly, how did you know Zhang Dehua? Did you go to someone's door and block it?"
Zhao Xinyi could never understand what kind of person Zhao Yiming was. This brother was similar to her, he only knew how to study, and he was even a bit more nerdy than herself! A nerd who stayed at home all day long would know big stars? Could it be that he was his brother?
The last time I went to the capital to visit my grandma, I sneaked into Zhang Dehua’s house...
Zhao Yingming really couldn't laugh or cry. He was obviously not Zhang Dehua. How could he explain it?
Since he didn't know what happened between his sister and Tang Yuyao, he thought that Zhao Xinyi and Tang Yuyao still had a good relationship. Zhao Yiming thought for a while and told the truth: "Actually, that person is not Zhang Dehua at all, he is Tang Yuyao."
.Brother Tang! This is the one you know! Hehe! How about it? Are you surprised? Are you stupid? Brother Tang and I are at the same table! - Huh? Sister? Where is the person?"
Turning around and looking around, Zhao Yiming saw a girl who looked thin in the night...
Zhao Xinyi stood stupidly on the side of the road. She suddenly felt so cold. She had already seen that it was not the real Zhang Dehua, and also saw that the man was very similar to him... But she just didn't want to admit it...
The night is shrouded, and under the dim light, Zhao Xinyi's heartbeat keeps beating... Tang Yuyao, didn't I leave you? Why do you still come into my life?
…
The yellow Lamborghini walked around the city to make sure no one was following him, and then Tang Yuyao asked Murong Bailing to take him back home.
Originally, Tang Yuyao planned to ask Murong Bailing to stay at his house for one night. Perhaps because Murong Bailing was still angry, after sending Tang Yuyao to Olin Spring, he kicked Tang Yuyao out of the car without saying a word.
Then leave the dust...
"What are you dragging? I'm a big star!"
Looking at the missing Lamborghini, Tang Yuyao shook his head and walked towards his home...
The star effect officially started today. The rice noodle business of Zhao Xinyi's family was booming and they were extremely busy. In desperation, Zhao's mother had no choice but to call Zhao on every night, increase the scale, and invite a relative to help.
I could barely cope with it...
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