His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1138

Meng Ruixiang smiled, without further explanation, changed the topic and said, "Look at your votes, there are more than a thousand votes."

Yu Manman took the photo back and sat down, and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, anyway, just win the car back and make them happy."

"This Tang Qianmiao...is very pretty, and she's also a perfumer. Actually, I'm used to calling her Bai Mi. I didn't expect you two to get into a fight. The last time you got into a fight with her was the former actress Zhang Xuela. , now there is no news about her in the entertainment industry, and everyone says that there is no good end to going against Bai Mi, I am so worried about you."

Yu Manman gave him a blank look: "Zhang Xuela? That person has a trick in the first place, and he shoots himself in the foot. Can I do the same?"

"Forget it, it's still early to go to the show."

The two went out, just in time to see Qian Miao walk into the dressing room in front, followed by a person.

"Didn't it mean that Tang Qianmiao only performed one song? It seems that someone in front of her walked in first." Meng Ruixiang said.

Yu Manman: "I talked about it during the rehearsal, but I just sang and didn't see dancing."

The two laughed and went out.

For competition programs, just singing is not enough. What's more, what Tang Qianmiao reported was still a slow song, the melody was nice, but it definitely couldn't make the fans jump up.

In the middle of the party, in the auditorium.

There were two empty seats in the prime viewing area, and the seats looked different from the others.

The area around the two chairs is quite empty, and there are no extra chairs, which belong to the VIP seats.

Feng Xian and Cang Zeyue came late, found their seats and sat down amidst the attention of the surroundings.

Cang Zeyue subconsciously greeted the beautiful female student next to him, every word and every word was naturally seductive.

Feng Xian glanced at it with disgust, and calmly sat down.

After a while, Cang Zeyue handed over his WeChat before turning around and talking to Feng Xian.

"What number is Tang Qianqian on?"

Seal the string without saying a word.

Cang Zeyue touched his calf with his leg: "Speak."

Feng Xian glanced sideways: "Don't talk to me, I don't know you."

Cang Zeyue couldn't help laughing: "Why, you dislike me for teasing girls everywhere?"

He put his hand on Feng Xian's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, the WeChat I sent just now is not my own, it's...yours."

Feng Xian's eyes darkened, and he raised his precious leather shoes slightly, and stepped on Cang Zeyue's feet.

"Forehead……"

"Old Feng you... You are already 26! You still play tricks!"

He endured the pain and complained in a low voice.

Feng Xian looked indifferent: "Shut up."

He took out his phone, took a photo and sent it to Qian Miao.

After a while, I received a reply: good.

Cang Zeyue happened to see it, and smiled: "Tang Qianqian usually talks to you like this? It's really boring."

"Why don't you even call baby?"

Feng Xian frowned.

"Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore, just listen to the result."

Cang Zeyue pointed to the stage.

The host was announcing the scoring results of the first five groups. At present, none of the groups exceeded 80 points, and the highest was only 79.2.

People around are saying that the grading standards have been raised this year.

Cang Zeyue leaned over again: "What birthday gift did Tang Qianqian give you?"

Feng Xian: "..."

"You don't know this show, do you? Tsk, it's a bit picky."

"..."

"But she really hasn't heard her sing, so she has a heart."

"Look at the votes above, Tang Qianqian is still more than 900 votes behind."

"It's not important." Feng Xian said lightly.