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Chapter 159

Marseille Opera House.

Ballet Prince Ryan's classic - "A Midsummer Night's Dream" kicks off here tonight. What makes people extremely curious is that today's heroine is an unknown newcomer, and she is also an Oriental!
You must know that Ryan is not only a leader in the ballet world, but also a real Danish prince. This aura makes him an unattainable star. It is the dream of many actresses to cooperate with him, even if it is a trick , except for a fixed partner, no one dared to hope to stand at the same height as him and play the leading role.

What kind of supernatural powers does this oriental man have?
Backstage, Chu Qi had already finished her make-up. The dance skirt of soft pink shimmering silk was soft and elegant, and a camellia of the same color was stuck on the sideburns, which was noble and elegant.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she still couldn't believe that the feet that had been imprisoned in Girls' Generation could take a whirling dance step again, and the first time she appeared on stage was to cooperate with the world's top team.

Sitting on the makeup stool, her palms were sweaty, and she admitted that she was really nervous.

"Miss Mi, someone brought you flowers." Someone behind her said to her in Chinese.

Ryan is very thoughtful, her assistant and makeup artist are all Chinese he deliberately selected to communicate with her.

When she looked back, the assistant was holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots in her hand, which was light purple, with dense water droplets condensed on the petals, giving off a iridescent luster under the light.

"Who sent it?" She looked for the card in the bouquet. The card only had the Chinese characters "I wish the show a success" written on it, and it was still printed without a signature.Could it be Ryan?Only he knows that now she suddenly likes forget-me-nots, which are all planted in the garden.

"I don't know! It was sent by the flower shop boy, and this is also sent to you!" The assistant handed her a beautifully packaged box.

She took it in her hand and felt a little cold. She didn't know what it was, but carefully opened it, and it turned out to be an ice cream...

"Where is the person who delivered the things? Where is it?" She suddenly grabbed the assistant's wrist and screamed.

The assistant was frightened by her, pointing outside, "It's already gone!"

She ran out immediately, ignoring the anxious calls of many people behind her.

The night outside was cold, blowing her temperature down. Standing in the crowded street, but no one was a familiar face to her. Holding the ice cream, she was dumbfounded.

What is she doing out there?Who are you looking for when you run out?
The palms of my hands were cold from the ice cream, but my heart was hot, and tears dripped down for no reason.

Only one person in the whole world knows that she gets nervous every time before dancing, and every time she gets nervous, she wants to eat ice cream...

A long time ago, since she first appeared on the stage at the age of five, a boy would hand ice cream to her hand before every performance, or feed her into her mouth with his own hands...

Time flies, she grows up day by day, and the boy who buys ice cream has changed from a little boy in school uniform to a talent admired by everyone, but as long as she is on stage for a day, the ice cream will never stop, even if he is on a business trip abroad, he will definitely be there Calls her favorite soda shop before every show and asks them to bring her...

But is it really him?

impossible……

absolutely impossible...

"Qibeibi, what are you doing? You're about to go on stage!" Ryan gently picked her up, her beautiful ballet shoes were already stained with mud.

"Bring me a pair of dancing shoes," Ryan said to her assistant, carrying her backstage.

Chu Qi acted like a fool, just holding the box of ice cream in a daze, she didn't even feel that Ryan knelt down to change her shoes.

It wasn't until the end that the assistant and Ryan urged her to go on stage, and she came back to her senses. After all, she didn't eat the box of ice cream, put it down, and walked to her stage.

The moment the music sounded, she forgot everything and devoted herself wholeheartedly.

"A Midsummer Night's Dream" tells the story of a polyamorous love.Hao Liya loves Lysander, but Lysander's eyelids are dripping with magic juice. When she woke up, the first thing she saw was her friend Helena who broke in by mistake, so she moved her love...

They are performing the second act tonight, and the opening is the wedding march. With the flow of the music, Chu Qi seems to be interpreting her own story. Memories are turning and flowing in the music. She can't tell who is herself and who is Hao Liya...

In the curtain call amid thunderous applause, she wept with joy, she really succeeded!
Looking at the audience cheering and applauding for her, her eyes were covered with tears, but she saw a familiar figure flash past in the crowd that was gradually leaving the stage.

She froze, and when she took a closer look, she didn't see anything. Is it because she is delusional?But that ice cream...

She retreated backstage, and before she had time to change her clothes and remove her make-up, she eagerly asked the assistant which flower shop sent those flowers.

At this time, there were already many flower baskets in the background, and the assistant couldn't explain why.

Chu Qi became anxious, "It's the bouquet of flowers before the performance, and the ice cream!"

"It seems to be...it's...Nice Flower Shop..."

Chu Qi actually pushed the assistant away and ran out. There was a car and driver prepared by Ryan for her at the door.

"To Nice Florist," she said hastily.

But when she arrived at Nice Flower Shop, she didn't get the information she expected.The flower shop boy told her that someone called him to deliver it, and told her the phone number. When she saw the number, she found it strange.

"This is a call from Lyon. Does Miss have any fans or friends in Lyon?"

She shook her head, Leon?She really has no friends...

She took that number back, and it shouldn't be difficult for Prince Ryan to look up the owner of a number...

It was late at night, and when I got home, Xiaomi was already asleep. She was sitting in the garden under the bright moonlight, and the garden was filled with the light and thin fragrance of forget-me-nots.

Forget-me-not, forget-me-not, who will forget me?Who can I forget?

Ryan walked in the moonlight, his blue eyes darkened in the dark night, and the surroundings of the pupils were completely dark blue, just like the night sky above, with stars shining.

He had come to tell her the answer.

She stared at his perfect face, waiting for him to speak.

"Qibeibi is the number of a native Frenchman!" Ryan said.

She was really confused, did she have any native French friends?

(End of this chapter)