Chapter 292 The Asura Field of the Rich Wife (13)

Compared with Sheng Jinghua, Fu Yue thinks that Qin Shuhan might be easier to deal with.

So, when she went out, she asked the driver to drive her to the largest theater troupe in Beicheng, Liyuan.

On the high stage, many actors in Tsing Yi sang the joys and sorrows of their lives.

Flicking the sleeves and raising the eyes, there is an inexplicable lingering sentimentality.

Qin Shuhan is the top Tsing Yi in Liyuan.

Although he is a man, his popularity in Beicheng is not low. Many dignitaries, celebrities and rich people come to this Liyuan to listen to his plays.

Fu Yue had just walked into the Liyuan, her eyes were a little curious, she had never been to an opera, and naturally she had never seen what a troupe was like.

As far as the eye can see.

In the front is a high stage, and the back row is densely packed with chairs.

In the front row are extremely spacious solid wood carved chairs, and there is a small round table between the two chairs, where tea and snacks are placed. It is exclusively for those dignitaries who come to listen to the opera.

Seeing Fu Yue coming, a manager who knew her rushed up to greet her, and secretly winked at her, "Miss Su, why are you here so early today? He's here to look for Ah Shu, he's in the background How about makeup..."

Fu Yue's eyelids twitched.

Some speechless.

It sounds like Su Chiyue really came to see Qin Shuhan often, he has become a regular visitor, and even knows the manager.

She followed the steward to the backstage.

Looking up, he saw the Tsing Yi actor sitting in front of the dressing table, getting ready to put on makeup.

Although Qin Shuhan is a man, but for the sake of singing, he grew waist-length black hair, and his crow-blue hair neatly hangs down his back, almost reaching to the chair.

Hear voices behind.

Qin Shuhan turned his head. The moment he saw Fu Yue, his eyes froze for a moment, and then surprise appeared, and then he stood up.

It was a young man, he looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, his figure was a bit thin, his eyebrows were delicate and graceful, not absolutely beautiful, but somewhat unspeakably charming.

The eyebrow pencil in his hand was not stable and fell to the ground.

Qin Shuhan didn't care about it, walked towards Fu Yue's direction, and raised his hand to hold her hand, "Chi Yue, why are you free today?"

Fu Yue stepped back subconsciously, dodging Qin Shuhan's hand.

The boy's hands froze in place, and he murmured, "Chi Yue, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Yue looked back at the steward, who left with a wink.

Turning around, Fu Yue looked at Qin Shuhan coldly, and said seriously: "Let's break it up."

Straight to the point.

Qin Shuhan was puzzled and said, "Why, did I do something wrong?"

His voice is soft, even if it is a question, it does not sound offensive.

Fu Yue squatted down, picked up the eyebrow pencil that fell on the ground, and handed it to Qin Shuhan, her red lips parted and closed: "What is there between us but hypocrisy? You can only get close to me." It's because I am Qi Jin's wife..."

"Huh? Mr. Qin."

The woman's tone rose slightly.

The boy's eyes widened slightly, and he lowered his eyes in disbelief, staring straight at Fu Yue.

His alias in Liyuan was Shu Qing.

But Fu Yue exposed his identity when he opened his mouth.

Looking at the woman's narrow and indifferent phoenix eyes, and the half-smile mocking, it seemed that he was just a joke.

Qin Shuhan's heart sank a little, and even his voice became alienated.

"So, Miss Su was playing tricks with me from the beginning?"

"The soft words and soft words in the past are all fake?"