Grandpa Mu's little milk cat exploded in the entertainment industry

Chapter 142 Touching the face to kill (2 more)
[touch face to kill]

Lu Xingyi:? ? ? ? ?

What is face killing?
As soon as a question arose in her mind, the system seemed to have pierced through her thoughts.

[The host please reach out and touch Mu Chengxi's face, and say in a gentle tone: Baby, the breakfast you fed is really delicious! 】

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
When Lu Xingyi heard the mission, he immediately fell on the sofa and pretended to be dead.

Such a shameful task cannot be done by humans!
【Di! 】

[Host, please complete the task as soon as possible, don't play dead. 】

Lu Xingyi still pretended to be dead and ignored him.

[Beep! 】

[If the host does not complete the task within five seconds, he will lose the controllable human-meow conversion right and immediately become a meow. 】

[The countdown begins! 】

【Fives! 】

Hearing the countdown, Lu Xingyi bounced up suddenly, and leaned over to take a bite of the bread that Mu Chengxi was going to put in his mouth.

Then he gently touched his handsome face with sharp edges and corners, and said "gentlely", "Baby, the breakfast you fed is really delicious."

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task, love power score +1]

vomit!
After Lu Xingyi finished speaking, he was about to throw up.

"Baby? I don't like that name."

Lu Xingyi raised his eyes, Mu Chengxi didn't think what she just said was disgusting at all?

"What do you like?" she went on.

Mu Chengxi smirked, and Lu Xingyi realized that something was wrong.

Immediately reached out to cover his mouth.

"I don't want to know anymore." After Lu Xingyi finished speaking, he immediately got up and ran out of the room as if fleeing.

Mu Chengxi hooked his lips and finished the bread that Lu Xingyi took a bite of.

recital hall.

As soon as Lu Xingyi got to the backstage, he saw a panic inside.

"What's the situation, my handsome commander is so sad?" Wang Chuan saw the handsome guy last time at a glance.

In the meantime, several performers stood in front of him, each holding their own instruments, talking about something.

"Handsome guy." Wang Chuan walked up straight and asked, "What's the matter, everyone is chattering?"

"You're here." The conductor saw that Wang Chuan was no longer in the mood to entertain, and was only thinking about how to proceed with the performance for a while.

Mu Chengxi and Lu Xingyi walked behind Wang Chuan, Mu Chengxi was carrying Lu Xingyi's bag, and Lu Xingyi was wearing a lady's high-end black and white suit, which was the same color as the other performers at the concert.

Seeing the conductor's expression, there should be some mistakes. Generally, there are only two kinds of problems that the conductor needs to take into account in the concert:
Players and instruments.

"Commander." Lu Xingyi stepped forward to say hello: "What's wrong?"

"Three musical instrument teachers had a car accident on the way here and couldn't make it."

Sure enough, it was a problem with the player.

"Can you tell me who these two are?"

The conductor nodded, picked up the program book from his hand, and spread it out: "This harp teacher, these two cello teachers."

"Damn, I thought it was a big deal, just find someone to replace it." Wang Chuan said easily, and took out the makeup mirror to touch up his makeup.

The conductor shook his head: "It's easy to say, but we don't have any substitutes."

Wang Chuan put one hand on the conductor, hooked his neck with his backhand, stretched out a finger, and raised his chin with the fingertip: "Don't worry, my sister will solve the problem for you."

"Lu Xingyi, you go play the harp, and leave the piano to me, Mu Chengxi, you go play the cello, there is still a vacant seat." Wang Chuan thought for a while, and his eyes moved to the conductor's face: "As a conductor, you will be the conductor of all the instruments in the audience." It should be all right, just make up for it.”

(End of this chapter)