I took the tablet on the table and clicked on Chen Xin’s Weibo, and I could easily see Jiang Yisheng’s concert video.

As my fingertips slipped and I clicked into the video, the screams of fans at the scene soared into the sky, and I could feel the ignition of the concert through the screen.

The camera flashed and pointed at the stage. The blurry lights scattered slightly on the man's slightly curled ink hair. The charming green eyes quenched a faint smile. When I looked closer, there was almost unpredictable sorrow hidden deep in my eyes.

The fans' enthusiasm screams rose higher than each other until the man on the stage picked up the microphone. As if the agreement had been made, the fans in the stage silenced.

Ji Mingqian looked at the man on the stage, and his flat and delicate collarbone strongly shined his presence.

He frowned and whispered, feeling unhappy inexplicably.

Isn’t it just a concert, and what to do with such a demonic spirit?

The next moment, the man's gentle voice came out of the video, with a slightly hoarse and seductive ending.

"Thank you for your support for the new album, I have also received the Flower Basket."

Flower basket?

Ji Mingqian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered what Chen Xin had mentioned to him before, and asked him if he wanted to send Jiang Yisheng a flower basket to congratulate him in his name. He seemed to have refused directly at that time.

Looking back now, he seemed a little stingy.

Ji Mingqian turned off the video and put down the tablet, and he turned back on the sofa.

I was so embarrassed at the bar a few days ago. Now I’m giving a flower basket, will he appreciate it?

After thinking about it for a while, Ji Mingqian went crazy, "Ah, irritable."

If I had known this, I wouldn't have watched the video, it was all his own tricks.

...

After breakfast, the living room was filled with the familiar fragrance of tea.

Mrs. Jiang is knitting small gloves, and Weiya is reading magazines. Everyone has their own things to do.

In comparison, Mo Chen was too idle. He didn't have to go to Beisen on this weekend. After breakfast, he always looked absent-minded.

Jiang Hai put down the teacup and looked up at the person opposite him staring at the stairs. His eyes were so funny that he looked through Qiushui.

He shook his head and smiled, "Mo Chen, Xiaojiu and Ahan went out early in the morning and came back only tonight."

Upon hearing this, Mo Chen's head drooped and felt depressed.

A small sigh fell into Mrs. Jiang's ears. She stopped the movements in her hand, with a kind smile on her face, "Mo Chen, do you want to learn this from me?"

"Hmm?" Mo Chen looked at the things in her hand in confusion, and reached out and poked the ball of yarn on the sofa, "What is this?"

"Knitting gloves." As he said that, Mrs. Jiang took out a knitted glove and handed it to him.

Mo Chen looked at the gloves that were less than half the size of his hand and looked surprised, "So small?"

Mrs. Jiang saw his puzzled expression and explained with a smile, "This is for Xiaojiu's future baby, of course it's too young."

The baby born by my sister?

Mo Chen was stunned, and then an astonishing light burst out from his eyes.

If the sister gave birth to a baby, wouldn’t he be an uncle?

"I want to learn." Mo Chen moved to Mrs. Jiang's side, disappearing from his previous unfamiliarity.

"Grandma Jiang, I want to knit gloves for the baby too."

The impatient appearance made Via and the others laugh out loud.

"Mo Chen, it's not easy to knit gloves, you must be very patient." Weiya quipped.

"I will definitely be very patient." Mo Chen nodded firmly. He also had to knit a lot of clothes for the baby, and the baby would definitely like his uncle at that time.

Well, sure.

"Grandma Jiang, please teach me?" Mo Chen grabbed Mrs. Jiang's sleeve and shook it gently, with a soft smile on his face.

Mrs. Jiang looked at him and couldn't help but think of Jiang Yisheng's appearance when she was young. The folds at the corners of her eyes were twisted in a ball, "Okay, I'll teach you."

Hearing this, Mo Chen smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Thank you, Grandma Jiang."

Weiya and Jiang Hai looked at each other and smiled. It seemed that Xiaojiu was right. Mo Chen and Mo Su were really different.

This simple personality is very likable.

...

The concert was held in the largest 10,000-person gymnasium in City A. Before the opening time was yet to come, many fans had gathered outside the door.

On the opposite side of the road, Ye Jiuliang came out of the cafe with coffee, and Li Mohan followed her closely.

"Tsk, A Sheng is so popular." Ye Jiuliang took a sip of coffee, looked at Shengguan opposite him, and smiled with a lip.

"I'm going to compete with A Qian."

Li Mohan grabbed her hand and put it in his pocket.

"Let's go."

Ye Jiuliang looked back at the cafe. The clerk was already packing drinks and desserts.

In order not to attract attention, Li Mohan and Ye Jiuliang entered through the next door of the gymnasium.

He greeted the people inside in advance, and the two of them went in unimpededly.

Li Mohan and his two faces were not covered at all. As they came in, their delicate faces were enough to attract the attention of others.

How could the staff not recognize people who often make hot searches on the headlines? They would take photos with their phones secretly for a while.

Ye Jiuliang didn't care about these things and just pretended that he didn't see them.

I found the backstage lounge, and the corridor at the door was filled with flower baskets. Some were sent by fans for help, while others were sent by celebrity friends in the circle.

"Sharp..." The assistant pushed the door out just now and saw Li Mohan and Ye Jiuliang standing at the door, holding their breath, and was so shocked that he almost lifted it up.

I'll go.

On what day today, she actually saw the two legendary Buddhas.

Are they both terrible?

Why does this expression?

Ye Jiuliang curled his lips and looked inside.

"Let's look for A Sheng."

"Please come in, please come in." The assistant opened the door and said in panic.

Inside, Jiang Yisheng was discussing the details of the concert with the staff.

"A Sheng."

His voice is cool and his lazy tone is recognizable.

Looking up, Jiang Yisheng saw the two people who suddenly appeared here. After being surprised, a smile appeared between his eyebrows and eyes.

He stood up and greeted him, "Cousin, Jiuliang, why are you here?"

Ye Jiuliang looked at him with a smile and joked humorously, "Come here to support you, Jiang Nanshen is so popular."

Jiang Yisheng was so amused that he raised his hand and scratched his neck.

"The flower basket is delivered to you, at the door." Ye Jiuliang said, "By the way, I ordered some drinks and desserts. The person from the cafe opposite should have been delivered to you. You can ask someone to get it."

Jiang Yisheng felt warm in his heart, "Just come, why did you buy a flower basket?"

"I'll go outside to get it, you guys sit down." He said hello to Jiang Yisheng, and Wen Rang took his assistant out.

This is the first time the staff have seen Li Mohan and Ye Jiuliang so close. The powerful aura instantly makes the spacious lounge full of oppression.

The staff who were originally sitting around the sofa were no longer calm and stood up one after another.
Chapter completed!