President Daddy, let go of my mommy

Chapter 45

The rain was pouring on Zhan Mingxi's head, and the housekeeper hurriedly urged him to get into the car with distress.

When Gu Sheng saw this, she knew that his head was injured and he couldn't get wet in the rain, so she pretended to agree, "Okay, you hurry home, and when I'm done, I'll teach you how to practice the piano."

Zhan Mingxi's ears perked up when he heard this, and he replied excitedly: "That's great!"

She also wanted to leave quickly, and didn't want to meet Zhan Jingshen again.

Gu Sheng drove away quickly.

It wasn't until Gu Sheng's car disappeared in the rain that Zhan Jingshen came over.

The butler sat in the back peacefully, supporting Zhan Mingxi with both hands, but the child didn't look at him and asked, "Dad, why are you walking so slowly?"

The butler swallowed and almost choked.

Standing on Jingshen without raising his eyelids, he said, "It's raining, the road is slippery, so walk slowly."

I thought that Zhan Mingxi would stop there, but who knows, he asked: "Elder sisters walk faster than you."

Zhan Jingshen's face was tense, and he didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

The housekeeper took the opportunity to say: "Young master, are you tired, go to sleep quickly."

The child was with the housekeeper all day, and he still listened to the housekeeper, so he lay down numbly.

Zhan Jingshen sat in the driver's seat, but he didn't intend to start immediately.

The housekeeper seemed to know that he had something to say, and waited quietly.

Raindrops dripped on the front glass, and Zhan Depth turned on the wipers.

"Is it Tang Aiguo who went up before her just now?"

Zhan Jingshen asked.

The butler squinted his eyes and recalled for a while, and then replied calmly: "I think yes, although I have only seen him a few times, and it is still far away, but the flowers in his hand and Miss Gu's are the same. The same, it can be seen that they are here to sacrifice the same person."

It was quiet outside the car, only the ticking of the rain.

Zhan Jingshen crawled while holding the direction with both hands, and tapped lightly with his fingers.

The butler hugged Zhan Mingxi and leaned on the seat. He couldn't guess what Zhan Jingshen was thinking, but he had been working in the Zhan family for these years, so he naturally understood Zhan Jingshen. It's best not to guess. The way to get along with Zhan Jingshen.

After a while, Zhan Jingshen finally drove off.

The rehearsal room of Concert Hall 1 is star-studded.

Yesterday's rehearsal room was given to Gu Sheng, and today it's Tang Zixin's turn.

I saw Tang Zixin wearing extremely heavy makeup, sitting alone on the stage, and the assistant was still holding the music score for her.

The staff in the audience gave a blank look: "What are you doing? Come to the rehearsal room to read the music score! Why don't you come back after memorizing it at home!"

Another person said: "Hush! Keep your voice down, otherwise we won't have time for lunch and we will have to stay in touch with her."

……

"Okay, I can inform everyone to start." Tang Zixin ordered the assistant.

The assistant walked up to the stage and said, "Everyone, you can start now."

"brake!"

The whole lights were dimmed, and there was only a beam of white light on the stage, shining on the proud and beautiful Tang Zixin.

Like a proud white swan, she stood on the stage and looked down at the audience, as if the audience was full of her audience.

The music started slowly. Tang Zixin's voice was ethereal and lonely. For the opening song, she decided to meet her fans in a calm way.

This is different from some singers in the past, but Tang Zixin said that this is what she wanted.

The manager was sitting in the first row below the stage. He folded his arms with both hands and his chin with one hand. He looked at Tang Zixin meaningfully, as if he was fantasizing about something.

Suddenly, Tang Zixin felt tightness in her chest, and her stomach was overwhelmed, but this was a rehearsal room, and she was so stubborn, and she wanted to save face, so she naturally didn't want to lose face in front of so many people.

She clutched her chest hard and continued to sing. The staff just thought it was the singer who was fascinated by singing and didn't care.

Only the manager in the audience looked at Tang Zixin's expression. He looked at Tang Zixin nervously, trying hard to remember what she had for breakfast.

A bowl of clear noodle soup and a glass of milk.

There is nothing wrong with it.

The manager stood up and took two steps forward, seeing Tang Zixin's pale face, and she was trying to control herself.

What made her suffer so much?

A song, about 3 minutes, does she want to last?

The agent sweated for her.

During the chorus, Tang Zixin turned around and turned her back to the audience. Although the managers in the audience couldn't see her expression clearly, her body visibly shook.

Something is wrong!
The manager walked to the entrance of the stage, and the staff who controlled the sound effects joked unknowingly: "Miss Tang rehearses so hard, and when the real concert starts, won't she be in heaven!"

"Yeah, everyone has worked really hard today." The manager said, then stepped forward and handed the staff a box of exquisite Zhonghua cigarettes.

The staff accepted it familiarly, walked aside, opened the cigarette case, and lit the fire.

At this moment, the manager had already entered the sound control room. He glanced at Tang Zixin on the stage again. She still looked pained and frowned.

So, the manager decisively turned off the switch of the stereo.

The whole rehearsal room suddenly became quiet.

Tang Zixin opened his eyes and was taken aback.

The staff in the audience quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, Ms. Tang, there is something wrong with the sound system, let's adjust it right away."

Tang Zixin breathed a sigh of relief, put down the microphone, and hurried to the bathroom.

When she rushed to the bathroom, the manager was already waiting at the door with tissues ready.

Tang Zixin was startled, took the tissue, lay down on the toilet and retched a few times, but couldn't get it out.

But I still feel terrible nausea in my chest!
The manager couldn't stand it anymore, patted her smooth back lightly, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong?"

Tang Zixin shook her head, supported her manager's arm in discomfort, and said, "I don't know, I feel so sick, I really want to vomit."

"Did you eat something that ruined your stomach?" the manager asked.

Tang Zixin pressed her stomach, hoping not to vomit again.Although there was nothing to pretend in front of the manager, she still didn't want to vomit in front of him.

"No, I didn't touch a drop of oil this morning." Tang Zixin said, feeling sick again.

Looking at her slender waist, the manager comforted her, "I rehearsed very well today, it's alright, let's go home and rest."

"Is it okay? But I haven't practiced the next hot song yet?" Tang Zixin asked worriedly, but she couldn't resist her stomach that wanted to vomit.

The manager helped Tang Zixin back to the car to rest.

At night, the Zhanjia Villa is brightly lit.

Mrs. Zhan had already prepared a table of meals for Zhan Mingxi to eat when he woke up, and finally the young master woke up.

"Grandma, I'm hungry."

Mrs. Zhan, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, jumped up when she heard the sound, and hurried forward like any ordinary grandma who loves her grandson, hugged Zhan Mingxi tightly, and gently stroked his injured head.

(End of this chapter)