Master's Fascinating And Valiant Wife

Lin Xia and his eyes were opposite, and his heart beat gently: "if you don't sing well, I'm afraid it will scare Mr. Pei, you won't disturb your interest."

"No, it's good to change the taste occasionally, Miss Lin, please..." Pei Yifeng made an invitation gesture.

"Come on, Xiao Xia, come and sing." everyone was also shouting.

Unable to refuse, Lin Xia cleared her voice and spoke slowly: "The spring breeze brings warmth to Xiangyang, and the west window is desolate. My biological mother died in Xianxiang at an early age, leaving Suzhen daughter with infinite sadness. My stepmother doted on my brother and sister, and my father changed his heart after listening to slander. My brother was forced to leave and took refuge in my uncle. He has been in Beijing for eight years and has no news of returning home. He is upset and wants to straighten out the strings. He doesn't know where Li Lang's confidant is now and where he is now? It's hard to embroider mandarin ducks in pairs. When can we fly with him... "

As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone was stunned. Her voice was clear and crisp, with rich charm, simple and fresh singing, delicate and moving, and with a touch of sadness, people's hearts were pulled up.

Pei Yifeng's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and her handsome face was calm. The slender fingers falling on her legs moved gently, as if they were beating with her rhythm. The light flashed from her eyes and passed away in a flash.

I have never sung in front of so many people. Lin Xia is a little nervous. Her face is always red, some shy and some unnatural

She has always been reserved, shy and nervous. She can't let go, but gradually she let go. It's so natural and with a touch of sadness, people can't help but want to take care of it.

At the end of the opera, the manager took the lead in clapping: "good! Xiao Xia sings really well!"

"Yes, sister Lin Xia always says she can't sing well. It's not good there. It's a professional standard. It's too scary!"

"I never knew that opera could be so beautiful. Sister Lin Xia, another song!"

There were two blushes on her cheeks involuntarily. She shook her head and was not used to being praised like this: "I want to drink some water. You'd better sing. I don't know much about Huangmei Opera. Now I've forgotten about it."

Hearing the speech, the people were not embarrassed, but turned their next goal to Pei Yifeng: "Pei Si, come a song less."

Thin lips slightly curved upward. Pei Yifeng pointed his slender fingers at his throat and apologized and said in a low voice: "my throat is a little uncomfortable."

The people were extremely disappointed, but they didn't dare to make fun of Pei Sishao, so they had to transfer the object.

The manager stood up in the crowd, ordered songs, picked up the microphone and waited for the beginning of the music.

Lin Xia was looking for a seat. Many staff came, so the seat was a little nervous. She looked back and forth for several times and couldn't find a suitable seat.

Hu Lin noticed at this time and said, "Xiao Xia, there is not a seat beside Yifeng. Where are you standing and what are you doing?"

"That's the manager's seat. He'll have no place to sit when he comes." Lin Xia instinctively didn't want to sit there.

"It doesn't matter! Singing takes turns. After the manager sings, naturally another person will sing. You have a lot to worry about. Come and sit down quickly!" Hu Lin waved to her.

In desperation, Lin Xia just walked over and sat down on Pei Yifeng's left, but she felt uncomfortable all over.

"Since her voice is uncomfortable, why are you still drinking red wine? There are talents here to make good hot tea and drink some hot tea." Hu Lin looks coquettish and angry. With the charm and tenderness of women, she pushes the made hot tea to Pei Yifeng.

"I don't like wronging myself..." Pei Yifeng hooked his thin lips, bypassed the teacup in front of him and carried the red wine.

Hu Lin was helpless, but her face was full of charming smile. She had already known that he was such a character. Behind her back, she had silently felt that she had paid attention to him for eight years, and her heart was naturally clear.

At this time, the voice of the staff came and joked with a smile: "sister Hu Lin, don't love there. It's your turn!"

"Since you know I'm in love, why do you want to ruin the scenery?" Hu Lin stared at him coyly, stepped on high heels and went out of her seat to pick up the microphone.

Hearing the speech, the staff laughed loudly and joked about the employee: it's really not a wink!

Hu Lin ordered the song of Mo Wenwei and Huang Pinyuan - "why do you love you so much"!

Her voice was low, a little hoarse, just right to listen, and her gentle eyes fell on Pei Yifeng for a moment.

"It's foolish to leave you, right or wrong..."

"Seeing through is weakness..."

"The result is love, hate or something!"

"If it's a relief..."

I have to say that this song is well chosen. Hu Lin confessed to Pei Yifeng through this song. Why do you love you so much

At the end of the song, everyone quarreled and asked Hu Lin to play another song. We must play another song!

Hu Lin was helpless, but she couldn't refuse. She had to pick up the microphone and choose another song.

Lin Xia looks at Hu Lin Miaoling's posture from behind. She is indeed a very excellent woman, whether in career, appearance or talent.

After looking at it for a moment, she felt a little dry in her throat. She stretched out her hand to carry the tea on the table. Inadvertently, it seemed that she had touched something, hard and warm.

Looking down, Lin Xia looked at it in surprise. Then she took back her hand like an electric shock, and her cheeks were hot.

Pei Yifeng's hand still fell on the cup at this time. His eyes turned slightly and stared at Lin Xia lazily: "does Miss Lin want to drink beer?"

Lin Xia had no words, but shook her head lightly.

Holding up the water cup, Pei Yifeng's eyes stayed on it, pulled his thin lips, and slowly opened his mouth: "I don't know where Lang Li, my confidant, is now. It's difficult to embroider mandarin ducks in pairs. When can I fly with him? I don't know who miss Lin's confidant, Lang Li, refers to?"

Slightly stunned, Lin Xia said, "it's just opera."

"Who is Li Lang, Miss Lin's confidant in real life?" Pei Yifeng's peach eyes stirred up: "Zhou Haoyang?"

Lin Xia frowned. She didn't understand why he suddenly mentioned Zhou Haoyang, but after hearing Zhou Haoyang's three words, she looked cold and didn't speak.

"It seems that I guessed right..." the dark light in Pei Yifeng's eyes was colder: "I'm a little curious. Where is Miss Lin's bottom line? Such men can forgive and accept. Tut Tut, it seems that they have a thick skin..."

This sentence obviously annoyed Lin Xia. She was so angry that her chest fluctuated up and down: "Why have you been like this?"

She remembered that she didn't seem to provoke him at all. Why did he always stab her?

"How is it?" Pei Yifeng lazily picked his eyebrows.

"If you don't want to talk to me, you can pretend you don't know me. There's no need to always satirize others." Lin Xia said word by word.

"Satire? All I said is the truth. Why do you feel satire, Miss Lin?" he still looked casual and informal.

Lin Xia's breath was held in her chest. When she was about to refute, Hu Lin came over after singing the song, took Pei Yifeng's arm and sat down on the sofa: "what are you talking about?"

Those words had reached her mouth, and Lin Xia swallowed them again: "no, just said two gossip."

When the crowd sang enough, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. Pei Yifeng and Hu Lin got into the car, and the luxurious black car left in the night.

Lin Xia pulled her clothes and blocked the cold wind. She looked at the direction the car left. Her eyes were dim and absent.

After a long time, she took a deep breath and got on the bus.

The next day.

As soon as he arrived at the company, Lin Xia was called to the office by the manager: "Xiao Xia, our company and S M have a cooperation plan, which is also about variety shows. They were very satisfied with the food all over the world you planned and asked you to plan a star variety show together."

Hearing the speech, Lin Xia frowned: "manager, food in the world has just started one issue."

"It doesn't matter. You do the business plans of these two programs, and they are broadcast once a week. Of course, the salary will double for you." the manager smiled.

"Manager, it's not a matter of salary. I'm worried that I can't take care of both ends and I can't afford it." this is what she worries most.

Five days a week, I have to write two different business plans at the same time and participate in the shooting of two programs. Coupled with the later work, the workload is too huge.