Huo Ye’s Little Wild Cat is Fierce and Cute

Huo Lingye began to write poetry:

"I just want to listen to Suishui's violin, the fly that jumps up and down on the stage, hurry up and get down!

Lighting engineer, please put the light on our Suishui!

Videographer, please give our family more shots! "

In the audience, it seemed that only Huo Lingye was very excited, and only praised Jiang Suisui.

He looked beside him and saw Sylas Li's face sullen.

Sylas Li's expression at this moment was the same as ice cubes that kept spreading cold air.

"Ajue, what's your expression? Be happy!"

Sylas Li frowned, "Sui Sui usually lives in Huo's house, do you practice the piano?"

Huo Lingye replied, "I don't know, because of this old witch~"

For the last three words, he lowered his voice and only raised his chin, indicating that he was pointing to Huo Jingxian, who was sitting in front of him.

When Huo Jingxian heard this, she pressed the corner of her lips in displeasure.

"I rarely go to Huo's house. Let me tell you, our lovely little princess Suishui can not only know the violin, but also the electronic organ, drum set, guitar, flute..."

Huo Lingye complimented Jiang Suisui's words, but before he finished speaking, Sylas Li said coldly:

"I don't know what she was pulling on it."

Sylas Li was very angry. He knew that Jiang Suisui's violin skills were very high, but this time, on such a grand stage at the National Centre for the Performing Arts, her performance was too bad!

"What did you say?! You dare to question my Suishui's violin skills?!" Huo Lingye was about to get angry.

Sylas Li's brows furrowed into words.

"Do you know how many people are watching this show now? This is Tian Wuji's first show in China after two years!

The people sitting at the scene now are all elites in the industry, but Jiang Suishui's performance this time..."

"You are not allowed to say my family is old! Sylas Li, you can insult me ​​as much as you want! But you can't call me a goddess!!"

Huo Lingye grabbed Sylas Li by the collar and covered his mouth.

Sylas Li wanted to pull his hand away, but finally gave up.

He was just puzzled and disappointed with Jiang Suisui.

How could she play the piano so casually on such an occasion...

"What is that violinist playing! Get off the stage for me!"

"I can't watch this show, I ask for a refund!"

"Replace that violinist! I want the show to start again!"

In the auditorium, many spectators were already protesting loudly.

At this moment, even the viewers watching the live broadcast are scolding:

"Xilin actually overturned the car, she should sing and play the violin!"

"Ye Qinghuan's beautiful dance was ruined by the discordant sound of the violin!"

"Change the violinist! Don't be embarrassed on stage!"

The scolding continued for three or four minutes, until the end of the first concerto, the scolding from the audience came in waves one after another.

"Substitution!"

"Substitution!"

"The violinist gets off the stage!"

"Go away!"

Amid the commotion, the other musicians in the orchestra also frowned and looked at Jiang Suisui dissatisfied.

As the saying goes, a piece of mouse feces ruined a pot of porridge, all because Jiang Suisui made their performance so bad.

At this moment, the man in the middle seat in the first row of the audience raised one of his hands.

He faced the stage and turned his back to all the audience behind him.

But he only raised his hand, and such a silent action made all the noise around him go out...