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Chapter 101 Audition Disturbance (6)

All the people are addicted to this happiness, even breathing lightly, for fear of disturbing the elf who is silent in his own fairy tale.

Xie Tingting stood outside the recording studio, clapping excitedly and giving thumbs up from time to time.

She glanced at the other female artists standing beside her from the corner of her eye.

They all looked at Qu Qingge standing peacefully on the stage in amazement. Apart from being stunned, they also saw the color of their faces constantly changing, from rosy to pale, then light green, and finally gray.

How dare they underestimate Qing Ge!
Even without Wen Qiyang's support, Qingge must have won this victory!
Seeing Qu Qingge singing so hard, Xie Tingting sighed inwardly.

Her precious best friend is too indifferent, indifferent to not take anything to heart, indifferent to not want to argue with anyone, even if she is misunderstood or framed, she always looks like she has nothing to do with herself.

How can she get along in this scheming entertainment circle like this?
Xie Tingting clenched her fists and swore in her heart that she would stay by Qu Qingge's side and not let others bully her.

On stage

Qu Qingge was still brimming with happiness.

Wen Qiyang stared at her deeply, Han Haibo looked at her obsessively, Yan Zimo closed his eyes and felt it, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Only Yan Jinhan had inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

Qu Qing sang with ecstasy, complete devotion, and a pair of clear eyes slowly opened.

For a moment-

The little happiness floating in the air came to an abrupt end.

The warm air gradually became icy cold.

pain--

utter pain--

Dazzling picture, dazzling them.

It hurt her eyes severely.

Below the stage, Annie was lying in Yan Jinhan's arms alluringly, her sexy red lips were close to his ear, saying something.

her charming smile;
He smiled handsomely.

Annie glanced at Qu Qingge who was stunned on the stage from the corner of her eye, and a trace of provocation flashed in her ecstatic eyes.

She stretched out her hand and straightened Li Yan Jinhan's collar.

Vaguely, a scarlet lip print appeared on Yan Jinhan's fair neck, blooming enchantingly like a petal, ambiguous like a cloud.

Another burst of numbness, a burst of blankness.

The sound and picture of Yin dang kept flashing in Qu Qingge's mind again, like a slide show.

The feeling of suffocation, the burning of the throat, even the voice is released.

Qu Qingge stared at him blankly.

Yan Jinhan also looked at her.

Holding another woman in his arms, he looked at her as if nothing had happened.

There was an eerie silence in the recording studio.

All the executives froze for a moment, and then remained silent for a minute. Seeing that Qu Qingge was still in a daze, they shook their heads in disappointment.

"Why—why doesn't Qingge sing anymore? She sings so well." Yan Zimo asked suspiciously.

Wen Qiyang looked at her silently.

Only her.

And her eyes were full of sadness.

"Why are you standing here if you can't continue singing? Why don't you go down soon." Someone called out.

"That's right, go down quickly."

"Don't waste time."

Many people joined together.

Wen Qiyang frowned, and said coldly: "Shut up."

Yuhao's executives froze for a moment, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

This girl is special, and Chairman Wen, who has always been unselfish, makes exceptions for her time and time again.

All the people shrank their necks and didn't dare to make any more noises. Even if the girl stayed here for a whole day, they didn't dare to raise any objections.

Qu Qingge sighed, her heart seemed to be hit by something, but after the pain passed, she still closed her eyes.

The microphone in his hand was held tightly.

It was pitch black again.

Like a huge vortex, absorbing sorrow.

Qu Qingge opened his mouth slowly.

"Always after complaining about your indifference
I'm in a hurry to say sorry

as if to the alienated you

beg for a little thoughtfulness

It's all my fault. "

Her voice was hoarse, and there was a slight trembling and sigh at the end, like a sad note, blending into the air, with unknown sadness, shedding a tear in the hearts of everyone.

"The outcome can be both the most beautiful and the saddest
i'm ready
maybe you are too free

the home in my heart
No one can go back—”

The voice was bewitching, and everyone was drunk, immersed in the sadness.

'No one can return to the home in my heart. '

Yan Jinhan's heart ached, and his mind seemed to be torn apart.

She is happy, she is happy, she is sad, she is sad.

(End of this chapter)