His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1144

Yu Manman closed his eyes and slowly regained consciousness.

She tried to walk, but found that her legs were numb.

"Brother Ruixiang, I can't seem to move."

"What's the matter? You can't make a mistake at this time, there will be a performance in a while!"

Meng Ruixiang was surprised by her ability to resist stress, which was surprisingly low. Originally, I thought it was a good thing to appear on stage, but now I feel it is a burden.

Tang Qianmiao's performance was so good that the audience didn't get emotional. Coupled with the star power of Cui Jinghuan and Feng Can, if he wanted to surpass, he had to do his best.

But Yu Manman's current state was really worrying.

"Let's go, turn stress into motivation!" He cheered up.

Yu Manman took a deep breath, with an expression on his face that he would not admit defeat: "For a while, all of you should be serious and work hard."

The younger brothers and sisters who accompanied the dancers all nodded firmly.

A group of them walked towards the waiting area, and on the other side, Feng Xian pushed open the door of the lounge, just in time to meet Qian Miao's inadvertent gaze.

"Brother, happy birthday!" Feng Can shouted with a smile.

Cui Jinghuan followed suit: "Happy birthday, Mr. Feng."

Feng Xian nodded, "Thank you for your support."

"You're welcome, as long as she asks, I will help."

"Ah Xian, happy birthday." Bai Mucheng's voice cut in, he was still wearing the white suit from the performance just now.

Feng Xian slightly retracted his smile, glanced at him, and said, "Thank you."

Faintly, revealing a sense of awkwardness.

Qian Miao knew that it was already very good for the three of them to do this.

She turned around and hugged the painting that was put away just now, and handed it to him: "Junior brother, happy birthday."

The corner of her mouth was slightly raised, with a playful smile.

Feng Xian looked at the "huge" gift she handed over, it was heavy, just like his happiness.

He took it, and it was longer than the bed mat, and it couldn't be unfolded by one person.

"You're not an outsider, so I won't thank you." His eyes were soft.

People around: "..."

Cang Zeyue: "You are enough."

"By the way, Tang Qianqian, how long have you practiced this dance? Have time to teach Xiaoyu."

Qian Miao glanced at him: "What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, I also want to..."

"You have no chance."

"She was just having a fight, we didn't break up."

"Ah."

Qian Miao moved away and realized, and walked out the door: "Go to the show."

Feng Xian: "Together."

The two walked side by side, Feng Xian's hand silently took hers.

Leaning over and whispering: "This is my happiest birthday."

Same as what she said last time.

Hearing this, Qian Miao felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

This is the effect she wanted.

behind.

Feng Can and Cui Jinghuan were discussing the adaptation of the song just now, they were talking as they walked, and they were quite involved in the chat.

The other two were still in the house.

Cang Zeyue stood at the door, touched his chin, and immersed himself in his own world.

After thinking for a while, he came back to his senses, only to see Bai Mucheng standing supporting the wall, his brows furrowed.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" He walked over in a few strides.

Bai Mucheng shook his head, squeezed his arm, as if he was holding back something: "It's okay, I just didn't eat, and I'm anemic."

"Huh? Are you anemic?"

"Quick, I'll take you to eat."

"No, I'm leaving first, I have something to do."

Bai Mucheng seemed to have recovered a bit, and let go of Cang Zeyue's arm: "You go with them, and send me the video of receiving the award on Eleven later."

"Aren't you going to see it?"