He always had compassion for her

Zhao Tong and Jin Xuan were dumbfounded. Wen Qiao was really bold. Wasn't she afraid that hai Mao would slap her in the face? At that time, it would be even uglier.

However, this was also good. This way, he would be slapped in the face.

Xu Lu's heart sank completely.

Zhao Tong was too stupid, she was really too stupid.

Fu Nanli, who was in the last row, looked at the people on the stage. At the side, Fu Cheng said softly, " muyue, a popular composer on the internet. She composed a song for the popular singer, Shang fan, and it's very popular.

Fu Nanli's expression was dark as he replied softly, " "Yes, let's go."

Her performance had already ended, and he didn't want her to know that he had come to see her.

Fu Cheng was surprised,'he's leaving? Aren't you going backstage to give Xiao Wen some flowers or something?"

"No need, let's go."

"Are you sure you're mu Yue?" the male reporter asked.

"You don't believe that I'm mu Yue?" Wen Qiao said in an overbearing manner.

"Why would I?" the male reporter laughed. How could that be?"

This news was immediately exposed on the internet. By the time Wen Qiao and the others changed their clothes and were ready to leave ciwen, a group of media reporters was already stationed outside.

The backstage was a little chaotic. The staff member said worriedly, " "Little Wen, there are a lot of reporters outside."

Wen Qiao smiled. it's alright. You guys still have a performance later on. Don't worry about us. We'll go out on our own.

She felt a little disappointed, because Fu Nanli didn't come to watch her performance.

He won the applause of everyone except for him.

She couldn't be happy.

Lu Youyou had the attitude of 'one man can hold off ten thousand men'. "If they dare to make things difficult for you, I won't let them off!"

Chun Xiao and Lin Xiang had also changed into their coats, and they surrounded Wen Qiao as they walked out.

"I didn't expect you to be mu Yue," Lin Xiang said.

"Qiao Qiao, I'm admiring you more and more. You're my goddess." Chun Xiao's eyes were like stars.

Zhuang Yan followed behind them out of instinct. He wanted to help her when he heard that there was a group of media personnel stationed at the front and back of the house. It would be difficult for her to escape if she went out rashly.

When he reached the side door, someone suddenly grabbed his arm. He turned around and saw Xu Lu, who was wearing a mask.

A part of her nose bridge was exposed. The current Xu Lu didn't dare to look Zhuang Yan in the eye. She felt that this version of herself was ugly and comical, and all of this was brought upon by Wen Qiao.

"Zhuang Yan, you're going to perform later, where are you going?"

"You're overstepping your boundaries." Zhuang Yan's expression was gloomy.

I'm not trying to control you. You have to consider the reputation of the school. Many of the people who came to watch the performance today are big shots in the classical and symphonic music circles. You can't be willful.

"I'm just going out to send her off," Zhuang Yan said through gritted teeth.

"Do you know how long you'll be entangled? There are many people outside."

While the two of them were talking, Wen Qiao and the others had already walked out of the main entrance. The reporters who had been stopped by the security guards outside swarmed in, and the flashes of light were everywhere.

Some people were born with the desire to become famous.

Wen Qiao didn't, she really didn't. She just wanted to earn money and become a big Boss behind the scenes. She didn't have such a hobby of being overly focused on her private life.

Lin Xiang and Lu Youyou protected her on each side, reaching out to push away the cameras that were hitting her face. "Sorry, don't take photos, don't take photos."

Wen Qiao's face was still painted with retro makeup from the Republic of China. These photographers were so addicted to taking photos that there were no blind spots at all. They even forgot to ask her if she was mu Yue.

Chun Xiao was short and did not contribute much as he followed behind, so he could only shout, " "Can I trouble you to make way?"

The media that had been surrounding the back door also came after hearing the news, and dozens of people blocked the road.

There were two black cars parked across the street. Fu Nanli sat in the back seat, his expression solemn. In the end, he still got out of the car.