Mango-flavored

He left a professional manager in the theater and asked the manager to send an invitation to brother Shan. He invited the Shanhai band to stay in the theater and perform a fixed performance. Everyone would have a fixed income every month. In addition, if business was good, there would be additional bonuses.

Brother Shan and the other members of the band could not believe it. A theater had invited them to perform, and it was a permanent residence. In this day and age, would anyone spend money to buy tickets to watch a disabled person's performance in a theater?

But regardless of whether they believed it or not, this matter still happened.

The Shanhai band became the first band to join Huaxu Yin theater.

Wen Qiao heaved a sigh of relief.

Only by helping each other would folk music be good.

Thus, Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao's strengths were revealed. They promoted, advertised, and packaged. Given that the overall standard of the Shanhai band was quite good, no matter how they packaged it, the audience would stop coming after listening to it a few times.

Lu Youyou contacted some media outlets and posted the video of the Shanhai band's performance on the internet. In addition to their uniqueness and their unyielding spirit, they were also very good at improving themselves.

The Shanhai band had gained some fame, and Huaxu Yin theater had a fixed audience.

The profits were not bad.

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In the dining room of Fu Nanli's apartment, the two of them sat facing each other. There were three dishes and a soup on the table: secret beef fan ribs, shrimp ball baby cabbage, lemon grilled saury, flat pointed Duck Soup, and a mango milkshake that was specially made for Wen Qiao.

Fu Nanli had hired a chef to cook it. Qiao 'er would get sick of eating steak and pasta all the time, but he really didn't know how to make other dishes, so he could only ask for help.

As Wen Qiao ate, she couldn't help but smile.

He was genuinely happy that the band could lead a stable life.

"What are you laughing at?" He looked at her as he used his chopsticks to remove the bones from the saury.

Wen Qiao looked at him with a smile.

"What good news?"

Wen Qiao then told Fu Nanli about the piggy bank and the biscuit tin. Fu Nanli put down his chopsticks and caressed her face.

His Qiao 'er was very kind.

is there any difficulty in the theater? "

Wen Qiao hurriedly replied, " it's not difficult. Don't throw money at me. I can handle it.

What Wen Qiao wanted was Fu Nanli's 'teaching a man to fish'. She believed in her own abilities, and she could rely on her own two hands to do whatever she wanted.

Fu Nanli couldn't let go of the fact that Wen Qiao was very clear about his financial calculations, and his expression darkened.

Wen Qiao's ability to read people's expressions had improved. are you unhappy? "

"I didn't."

"That's good." It seemed like she had been mistaken.

Fu Nanli:

He vomited blood silently.

The tsundere young master Fu had originally planned to put on airs and let her lower her voice to coax him, but unexpectedly, she always did not play by the rules.

After dinner, Wen Qiao held the mango milkshake cup and ate it spoon by spoon, the dishwasher running.

He sent her out, and at the entrance, he was pressed against the wall.

The mango milkshake cup fell on the carpet. It was a mango-flavored kiss.

After a long time, he panted. can't you tell that I'm not happy? "

you ... Wen Qiao's eyes were misty. you said you're not unhappy.

what? " Fu Nanli was exasperated. you believe whatever I say? "

Wen Qiao thought to herself,'I'm done for. The difficulty has even increased. It's really terrible.'

She hugged his waist. when I'm in trouble, I'll take the initiative to look for you. For example, when I was wronged by Fang duo, the first thing I wanted to do was to look for you. I didn't look for you, which means I can handle it.