After Mr. Liu finished his speech, Lu Entropy, who was at the table, pulled Qingtian away in a hurry without noticing that the other party was sitting in a wheelchair.
Fortunately, I didn't pay attention to the audience during the performance, otherwise it would be difficult to conceal the disgust and hatred for him in my heart.
No wonder Qin Yan came backstage to look for her, probably to prevent Lu Entropy from coming.
After leaving the venue, remembering Qin Yan's words, "I will wait for you obediently." Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, but still sent him a WeChat message [I have accompanied Qingtian back to the rental house.]
At the guest seat, I glanced at Lu Entropy, who was sitting in a wheelchair a few seats away, and slightly curled his lips. He just had his arms hanging around his neck. In comparison, he was still more powerful;
And Yanyan was slowly accepting him. Thinking of this, the curvature of his mouth became wider.
My phone dinged, I glanced at WeChat, then stood up and left the scene.
As soon as Qin Yan left, Lu Entropy's eyes followed him. He could only stay in a wheelchair recently, so he didn't dare to come to Mo Yan for fear that she would hate him even more;
She was so dazzling on the stage and the music she played was so beautiful;
But the way Qin Yan left like a winner really disgusted him.
He took out a box from his pocket, took out an embroidery needle, and stuck it into his arm without hesitation. The expression on his face changed from gloomy to joyful, and a strange smile flashed across his gentle and jade-like face.
Lu Entropy calmly ordered the people around him, "Jiang Zhou, find someone to follow Qin Yan. If he comes into contact with Mo Yan, report him at any time."
"Yes." Jiang Zhou agreed and made a call.
Qin Yan went straight to the parking lot and caught up with them, but silently followed Qingtian's car to escort them home.
It wasn't until the lights on the fifth floor came on that he took out his phone to reply to Mo Yan's WeChat message [Received! My Princess!]
Then, standing by the flower bed on the first floor, she remembered the last time Mo Yan was scared by a mouse;
In the darkness, he climbed up the steps from the door on the first floor to the fifth floor. Now the stairwell was replaced with brighter sensor lights, the sanitary conditions were significantly improved, and no insects or mice were found, so he felt relieved.
Come down.
This disinfection company is good and we can become a partner.
He stared at Mo Yan's door for a while, then turned around and left.
"Folk Music Documentary Collection" was officially promoted nationwide through the Internet, TV media, print media, advertising screens and other channels. The last promotional photo only showed half of Mo Yan's face. It was so beautiful and mysterious that it became popular at that time.
Hot search, netizens turned into detectives and wanted to know who the person in the photo was;
More than a month later, the "Folk Music Documentary Collection" was officially released. The official generously released a short clip of the video. Mo Yan was dressed in costumes from ancient times to the present, playing the harp of different eras in his hand, as if he came from several times.
The ancients thousands of years ago came to reality from the murals in Dunhuang.
As soon as this video came out, netizens who were intrigued by it quickly gathered to make a comeback. #民乐 Documentary #箜篌#明月皎皎皎皎皌 has quickly occupied the top 1, 2, and 3 spots on the hot search list.
Mo Yangang was also forced to open his business, so he forwarded this official Weibo post and commented with two words, "Inheritance"
Qingtian hugged the computer, and Pidianpidian started to attract fans to form a group. He stared at the screen and said happily, "Xiao Yan'er, your fans are so cute. They actually call me gang leader. It's so cool!"
Mo Yan was confused, what kind of fans? What kind of gang leader?
As I got closer, I realized that she had attracted dozens of thousands of people, and the little penguins were still beating. The group names were: Yuyan Gang Group 1... Yuyan Gang Group 79.
"Jade Smoke Gang?"
"Yes, these are all your fans. The name of the Jade Smoke Gang is taken from the accompanying text of your promotional photo: Kunshan Jade Broken, Fragrant Orchid Weeping Dew, and the bright moon shines brightly on the Jade Smoke. I am the gang leader, hahaha!"
Mo Yan held her forehead, alas, she likes to play, let her play, and reminded her casually, "Memories on the Internet come and go quickly. Please let everyone pay attention to their speech and don't get angry."
"Okay, okay, no problem!"
Qin Yan immediately liked Mo Yan's w-blog and commented "Beauty under the Moon"
Mo Yan's W-blog fans quickly exceeded one million, and some alumni immediately exploded after seeing this comment;
Mo Yanda, is Mr. Qin your boyfriend?
Mo Yanda, are you also a student at Z University?
Mo Yanda, you are so beautiful, I love you; if it were you, Mr. Qin, I would not argue with you.
Fireworks cp, together, together.
...
On a sunny day, he played with fans until late at night, but Mo Yan went to bed early.
The next day, the sky was gray, and since early in the morning, small snow seeds had been falling, hitting the glass windows and making a sound.
During the three-day holiday on New Year's Day, neither of them wanted to move due to the weather;
Qing Tian put his toes out of the quilt to explore the room temperature, then retracted instantly and complained, "Hiss, it's so cold, Xiao Yan'er, you see it's because I can't live without this warm quilt."
After sleeping until the afternoon, both of them were so hungry that their chests pressed against their backs. When they were debating whether to order takeout or go back to grandma's house for a big meal, Qin Yan's call came in.
"Yanyan, are you awake?" A deep magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, with a hint of lazy sexiness.
Mo Yan trembled and almost sat up. She swallowed and simply responded, "Cough, I just woke up."
"Today is New Year's Day, but the weather is bad and it's not convenient to go out. How about we eat hot pot at home together?"
On a clear day with ink smoke on her head, she could hear the voice on the phone clearly. She couldn't help complaining, "Young Master Qin, can you forget about food? We are both starving to death."
"Yanyan, are you hungry?" Qin Yan curled his lips slightly, with a doting tone in his tone.
"Well, it's a bit. We are about to order takeout."