Chapter 1027 Goodbye, Young Marshal, I Will Climb the Wall Tonight (16)

Mrs. Bo gently held Fu Yue's hand, suddenly smiled and said, "The girl's hands are beautiful, and of course she is also handsome."

The actor in Tsing Yi was also stunned for a moment.

She lowered her eyes and looked at her hand. It was slender and well-proportioned, with slender fingers, as flawless as if they were carved from white jade.

As she said that, Mrs. Bo took off a jade bracelet from her wrist and put it on Fu Yue without any explanation. "When we first met, I didn't have anything good to give to the girl. A bracelet is not a sign of respect. Miss Wen will have nothing to do in the future." , would you like to come to the Marshal’s Mansion to speak with me?”

Fu Yue subconsciously refused, "Old madam, this is too expensive. Wen Liang can't bear it."

Mrs. Bo shook her head, "Hey, today is my birthday. The play you sang is very suitable to my liking. It's just a bracelet, it's nothing."

After saying that, Mrs. Bo turned her head to look at Bao Sijin and said, "Jin'er, what do you think, how did Miss Wen's performance go?"

Everyone looked at Bao Sijin.

The man in military uniform stared at Fu Yue with no expression on his face. After a long time, he smiled.

"Very good."

Fu Yue intuitively felt that she couldn't stay any longer. Bao Sijin was obviously interested in her. Her eyebrows were furrowed because she couldn't see clearly because of the oil paint on her face.

She whispered to Mrs. Bo, "Madam, it's time for Wen Liang to go offstage and remove her makeup."

The girl wanted to take off her makeup, but Mrs. Bo couldn't stop her. She smiled and nodded: "Go ahead."

This time, Bao Sijin didn't say much and watched Fu Yue leave without saying a word, which made Mrs. Bo a little anxious.

Jin'er, what does this mean?

Are you really interested in Miss Wen?

…

Fu Yue hurried down, her steps a bit hasty, as if there was a ghost chasing her behind her.

Turn around.

The gentle expression on the woman's face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by an extremely cold look, like frost in winter.

It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck to meet this guy like Bao Sijin so early.

After arriving backstage, Fu Yue sat in front of her dressing table. She had just taken off the hairpins on her head, and her long ink-like hair was scattered behind her. Her original body, Wen Liang, had grown this long hair specially for singing. , I also take care of my hair very carefully.

She took out the makeup remover and was about to wipe it on her face when she saw the person reflected in the mirror——

It's obviously Bo Sijin.

Fu Yue's movements paused, and then he put down the makeup remover.

She didn't want Bao Sijin to see her face that looked like Ye Chuyan, otherwise it would be difficult to escape.

Fu Yue secretly scolded this dog Bi Yinghun. Can't you see that she hates him? !

There was no wink at all, and he was not as gentlemanly as her young gentleman.

Thinking like this, Fu Yue couldn't help but picture a man's face, as delicate as jade.

Those dark eyes...

She was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyes and pursed her thin lips.

She seemed to miss him a little.

She had only been away for a few days, and she had only known that person for a few days...

When Bao Sijin first walked into the backstage, what he saw was the woman's long dark hair. She was sitting on a stool, her long hair almost hanging to the ground. Every movement of the woman was unhurried. She raised her plain white When she moves her hands, it's like when she's swinging her sleeves while singing on stage. The movements are slow but seductive.

"Miss Wen."

Bao Sijin's voice sounded.