His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Jiang Lingzhi returned to the lobby and sat down on his seat.

Her brain is blank, her whole person has no masters, and she is a little at a loss.

Every time she was nervous, she would subconsciously pick her finger.

Mom still knows what to do.

Is the good luck really over?

Why is it so.

Why do bad things always come one after another.

In that instant, she felt that her cold symptoms seemed to worsen.

The whole person has some difficulty even breathing.

My chest is also very tight.

Suddenly, there was a ding-dong sound from the phone in the pocket of the jacket.

Jiang Ling realized that it took a long time to recover, lowered his eyes, and took a look at the phone from his pocket.

【Look back】

Seeing these two words, Jiang Ling knew that his eyelashes quivered slightly, and his fingertips quivered slightly.

She turned her head subconsciously.

In the huge auditorium, everyone else is sitting at the front, only him, sitting on the outermost row of the fourth from the bottom.

The boy wore a black coat and a black peaked cap. His tall figure was hidden in the dark light, and he could only see the outline.

Sheltered tightly.

But Jiang Ling knew he could still see him at a glance.

Obviously the distance is a little far away, and the peaked cap is buttoned on his head, and he can't see his eyes.

But Jiang Ling knew it, but seemed to be able to feel his gaze.

Jiang Puqing next to him suddenly said, "Zhizhi, it's the 15th now, and the next one will come to you. You can go backstage and prepare."

Jiang Lingzhi retracted his gaze, locked the screen of his phone, and put it in his pocket: "I see."

Jiang Pu Qingcha felt that she was wrong: "Is it uncomfortable? Why do you feel that your face is worse than before?"

"I'm fine." Jiang Lingzhi shook his head, stood up, took off his coat and handed it to him: "Dad, help me get my coat."

Jiang Puqing still wanted to say something. When he took the coat, he touched her finger: "How come the hand is so cold?"

Jiang Lingzhi shook his palm: "Probably the air conditioner is a bit low."

The palm of his hand was obviously cold, but his body was inexplicably cold sweat.

"I'm going to the waiting first."

After speaking, she walked straight to the backstage.

Lu Yuping has not returned yet.

Jiang Ling knew that he was a little afraid to see her eyes.

She had no idea what to do.

I don't know what Lu Yuping will do after hearing those words.

While waiting in the waiting area, Jiang Lingzhi was a little distracted, and the staff nearby called her a few times before Jiang Lingzhi realized that it was her turn.

Stepping onto the stage, Jiang Lingzhi briefly introduced herself and sat down in front of the piano.

She turned her eyes, and her eyes fell on that corner subconsciously.

Li Shunan's figure was hidden in the darkness, a little far away, only the outline of the girl could be seen, but her expression could not be clearly seen.

Only when I heard her self-introduction, I could clearly hear her voice still with a slight nasal sound.

Li Shunan's beautiful eyebrows were slightly twisted, and the tip of his tongue licked the corner of his lower lip.

He stood up, and this time changed a place closer to the stage.

Only then can I see it more clearly.

The girl was sitting in front of the piano with her back straight, and the stage lights came down, and her whole body seemed to be surrounded by stars.

The small face with the palm of the hand, the unnatural cold whiteness, the thin and thin shoulders, always felt like it was about to fall in the next second.

Li Shunan's brows tightened.

Jiang Ling knew that he was really holding on, cold sweats on his forehead.

Physical exhaustion, coupled with a little anxiety inside.

When the piano was halfway through, she felt black in front of her eyes.