Mr. Lu, Don't Beg, Madam Kicked You Out of the Household Register

Jiang Li raised his fingers and closed his eyes, not thinking about Bai Mengchu and not caring whether Gu Gu was present.

Don't even care about other people's thoughts and opinions.

Quan Dang is going all out this time for the music dream she was once obsessed with.

She had practiced this piano piece countless times at home, when her brother and father were her regular listeners.

Music that has not been played for a long time automatically slides out of the fingertips under the memory of the body.

The flood of memories of her father and brother practicing piano with her in the past flooded into her mind.

The passionate and pathos music came to an end, and a tear fell from the corner of the eye, stopping on the back of the hand with the last note.

The slightly cool wetness made her open her eyes from the immersion in playing. Jiang Li lowered his head and saw the shining luster of teardrops on the back of his hand. He looked up and saw a blue fluorescent starry sky under the stage, with stars connecting into a patchwork. .

He stood up and rolled up his skirt for the curtain call, and the audience burst into applause and cheers.

At least at this moment, it's all about her performance, with true feelings, that's enough.

The lift slowly descended. Bai Mengchu, who was already prepared, glanced at Jiang Li with complicated eyes, walked over and bumped her shoulders away, and occupied the center of the lift alone, waiting for the host to take the stage and take the curtain call.

Jiang Li was hurriedly taken to the dressing room upstairs to remove her makeup and change back into her own clothes.

Wearing the fisherman hat and large mask that he had worn when he arrived, he covered his entire face and walked through the staff aisle to leave.

He encountered a bloated figure who was also heavily armed blocking the road.

The other party pointed at Jiang Li and then at the stage in front.

Why did you rush to leave without going to the front for the curtain call?

Jiang Li was fully armed, and his left hand was still holding the old scar on his right forearm that was causing severe pain. He curled up his fingers and pinched the flesh with his nails to relieve the excruciating itch inside.

Xiao Tao was so shocked that his eyes turned pale, and he pretended to be calm with a tigerish face, I also want to ask you why you came backstage instead of going to the front to listen to the concert? Sister Meng hates illegitimate fans the most, and there is no way she can take photos and sign autographs with you!

Ouhou, I'm afraid it's you who want autographs and photos.

As the other party spoke, he took off the mask on his face, revealing his slightly old-looking face under the peaked cap.

You are...ancient?!

Jiang Li was the first to speak in surprise, which frightened Xiao Tao beside him, Why is this ancient thing here? It's over, it's over, what should we do now...

Don't worry, I, the old man, have a lot, and I won't argue with you, a little sweet potato junior.

They all scolded girls for being little sweet potatoes, and they said they didn’t care.

The assistant muttered secretly behind him, explaining the purpose of his visit for his boss.

The ancient schedule has changed. We made an appointment to have dinner together after the concert, but we ran out of time.

Gu Lai specially invited Miss Bai to be his first domestic tour ensemble guest next week.

Does this confirm my performance? I...

Jiang Li was so excited that the mask slipped halfway off his face unconsciously. His eyes were shining brightly. He was about to continue saying something when someone pulled him behind him.

The wheelchair slid in front of her, and her tall figure was enough to block her behind even when she was sitting.

Miss Bai Mengchu is honored. However, the specific arrangements need to be coordinated with the agent's schedule to facilitate adjustment and cooperation on the part of Miss Bai.

Then I will ask the assistant to contact Miss Bai's agent later.

As Gu Gu spoke, he looked seriously at the man in the wheelchair who was holding up his posture arrogantly. He pondered for a few seconds, looked deeply behind him, and said, It seems that Mr. Lu has really good vision. If I hadn't come here today, I’m afraid I will regret this concert for the rest of my life.”

Miss Bai Mengchu will naturally live up to the ancient expectations.

Lu Yan spoke in a scene, reminding Jiang Li behind him to clarify his identity.

He could tolerate a short-term rebellion, but he would never allow Mrs. Lu to be a performer who appeared in public and performed on the stage.

Jiang Li was enlightened by the surprise and woke up completely.

She is just a shady understudy.

What Gu Gu is interested in is Bai Mengchu, a rising star who is well-known in the music industry and will hold a special concert.

Not the tiny, inconspicuous, amateur-playing blind tuner.

Well, kid, we'll see you on stage next week!

Gu Gu suddenly leaned out, avoiding Lu Yan's blockage, and appeared in front of Jiang Li to say hello.

Jiang Li's mask was completely frightened and fell to the ground.

At close range, the presbyopic Gu Gu could finally see clearly the fair and tender face of the little girl who had taken off her makeup.

Not bad, not bad, as exquisite as the piano skills, very beautiful!

After Gu Gu left, Xiao Tao came to his senses and quickly took out a spare mask, took it apart and put it on Jiang Li's face.

The audience in front of us will leave immediately. If we don't leave if we are photographed, it will be over.

You go ahead and do your business. I'll see her off.

Only then did Xiao Tao realize that as Bai Mengchu's assistant, she was photographed following Jiang Li all the time, which aroused even more suspicion.

Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Lu. See you later, little sister.

After Xiao Tao finished speaking, he trotted away.

Lu Yan grabbed Jiang Li's right wrist and pulled her out through the staff passage and into the car.

The driver, Jin Biao, was waiting here in the extended Lincoln. He got out of the car and opened the door for the two of them, put the wheelchair in the trunk, and then returned to the driver's seat and started the car again.

Hidden in the green belt in the distance, the high-definition cannons in the branches of the sycamore trees took dozens of shots in succession.

The paparazzi who was squatting behind the camera took off the camera and looked through the photos carefully after they left.

The operation is as fierce as a tiger, and only five photos can be used.

Four of the photos were from the side, and only one captured half of the face of the woman Lu Yan was holding behind who was wearing a mask.

Pure and charming, but she doesn’t look like Bai Mengchu?

After a while, a large crowd of people came from a distance at the exit of the employee passage. The paparazzi had just climbed halfway down, and then quickly climbed up the branch of the tree carrying equipment weighing dozens of kilograms, set up the high-definition cannon lens again, and focused on the employee passage.

Before the fans arrived, a petite figure in full armor reached out to open the passenger door of the newly-launched extended Lincoln, and filed in and got in.

Zoom in, zoom in, zoom in, slap in the face——

Why did Bai Mengchu appear again! ?

I just pressed the shutter a few times, trying to adjust the angle to take a clearer picture, when the tree trunks under my feet began to shake wildly.

He took off the high-definition cannon and held it in his hand. He lowered his head and cursed. There was a crisp pop sound, and a stone in mid-air hit his hand perfectly. The lens facing down was shattered in a second.

The paparazzi stomped their feet in anger when they saw their colleagues twisting their butts into the green belt, exposing half of their cannon equipment.

TMD the competition in the real industry is so low-end and effective, it’s hard to get away with it!

Enter the Extended Lincoln.

As soon as Jiang Li got in the car, he immediately threw away the big hand on his right forearm and painfully rubbed the old injury with severe pain.

Did you get an old injury from playing?

...

Jiang Li didn't say anything, everything was thanks to him.

There is no need for him to be pretentious here.

Lu Yan stared at the scar on her forearm, and something flashed through his mind. Before he could catch it, the elongated Lincoln who was about to start suddenly stopped.