The girl paused in her actions.
Oh, that’s right.
The goddess was right in front of her, and she was still worried about that silly live broadcast.
Her companion straightened her ssy hair and gave Wen Qiao an embarrassed smile, "I’m sorry, it’s probably her first ti seeing her goddess up close, she’s just overly excited."
"It’s okay; this is my first ti seeing a living fan too," Wen Qiao looked at the girl and complinted, "You are very cute."
The girl grabbed her companion’s hand tightly, almost bubbling with happiness.
"Could we take a photo together? Could you sign sothing for ? Can I hug you?"
Wen Qiao smiled and nodded, "Sure."
The girl quickly pulled out a pen and paper from her bag and handed them to Wen Qiao. After she had signed, she had her companion take a picture of them together.
After everything was done, the girl asked, "Could I ask what the main content of this show is?"
"It’s a limited-ti romance, the production team brought in six guests, five won and one man, to pair up with us."
Since it was all being live-stread, there wasn’t anything that couldn’t be ntioned.
Wen Qiao pointed at Fu Jinghen on the stage, "He’s my partner for today’s limited-ti romance."
Actually, when Fu Jinghen first ca on stage, many people noticed him. Now hearing that he was Wen Qiao’s partner, the girl got even more excited, "The way you introduce him sounds like you’re talking about your actual boyfriend."
Wen Qiao: "......"
You actually guessed right.
But it’s more intimate than a boyfriend; he is my fiancé.
Fu Jinghen on the stage had finished coordinating with the boss and picked up a guitar from the corner, sitting in a chair on the terrace.
Surrounded by noisy voices, Wen Qiao could distinctly hear her own heart pounding louder and louder.
Fu Jinghen sat on a high stool, one leg on the ground and one on the stool’s crossbar, sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing his smooth forearms, the veins on his hands visible as he plucked the guitar strings.
His deep voice, accompanied by the beautiful guitar music, slowly drifted out—
"Let sing a song for you,"
"The whole world will listen with you."
"This is love, you’ll understand."
"You are irreplaceable."
"Let sing a song for you,"
"Close your eyes, and hand your heart to ."
"This mont,"
"Let you hear the color of happiness."
......
Wen Qiao stared blankly at the man’s silhouette on stage, suddenly recalling the question Fu Jinghen had asked her an hour ago about whether she would marry him.
She thought, if Fu Jinghen were to ask her that question again now, she would definitely answer—
Yes.
"I really want to ask for his WeChat. Just two days ago, my friend asked why I don’t post on social dia, it’s funny. With a list full of duds, who would I be posting for? If my list had this kind of handso man, I’d post eight hundred pictures a day."
"His singing is so good too, it’s killing ."
"Damn, this guy is so handso, where did he co from?"
"He ca with Wen Qiao; they must be recording a show, right?"
"This guy is also in the entertainnt industry? What’s his na? I need to follow him, vote for him, support him!"
"This guy looks a bit familiar; didn’t he get involved in a scandal with Jiang Wei before?"
"Holy shit, now that you ntion it, he does look familiar, but Jiang Wei’s Weibo and fan forums are gone, can’t find them."
"......."
The surrounding chatter was incessant, but Wen Qiao seed to have a barrier around her, blocking out these sounds; her eyes could only see the man on stage, and her ears could only hear his singing.
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