Chapter 302 Smell of Vinegar

When Xuxu heard the word'broadcast', two words flashed in his mind... no.

It was a painful realization of the show last night, and she didn't want to encounter it again.

Thinking about it, she quickly reached out to turn off the radio.

"November 11th, the Kyoto Song and Dance Theater, the returnee female musician Fang Jiayin's charity concert ticket grabbing activity starts today, quickly pick up your mobile phones and log on to the official website of the party organizer to grab tickets..."

It was Fang Jiayin's advertisement for that charity music gala again, and her outstretched hand subconsciously paused.

Yan Rusheng was observant and took her meal into his eyes. He turned his head and gave her a probing look, and then said in a relaxed tone, "Are you trying to grab tickets with your phone?"

Xuxu sneered, "Do I still need to grab it? Just ask her for one, she should give me this face."

She is not interested in going to any concerts, she has no musical instincts, and she just started listening to Fang Jiayin's small proposals before, and she wants to sleep.

For the sake of Yan Rusheng, she had to show her enthusiasm.

Looking back at that time now, how could you be so stupid?

Yan Rusheng said disdainfully, "What's so good about the broken concert? If you like it, I'll play the piano for you when you get home."

Hearing this, Xuxu tutted and shook her head, "How do I remember who once said, 'Good news, you play very well, I like it very much'?"

It is said that women love duplicity, but men prefer it.

Fang Jiayin has been gone for three years, and her shadow can still be seen everywhere in his life, and he still whispered her name that night.

Now that she is mentioned here with another look of disdain, I really don't know who he is showing it to.

Yan Rusheng laughed, "Hey, why do I smell vinegar?"

"Boring." Xuxu rolled his eyes at him, looked out of the car window, and ignored him.

Yan Rusheng glared at the player annoyedly, blaming the radio broadcast for doing an advertisement for a concert.

I also blame myself, just for ten minutes, what kind of radio station is on, it is really self-inflicted.

The car stopped at the entrance of a high-end club, in the middle of a row of good cars.

After getting out of the car, Yan Rusheng took Xuxu's hand again, and approached the gate of the clubhouse.

In the magnificent hall, a rockery stands in the center of the hall, with small bridges and flowing water, like a paradise.

When they entered the door, a waiter greeted them, "Third Young Master, Third Young Master."

This clubhouse was high-grade and close to their company. Xuxu had been here a few times to receive foreign customers.

Yan Rusheng reported the name of the box, and the waiter led the way.

He was holding Xuxu's hand all the time. On this occasion, it was even more impossible for Xuxu to show a little bit of reluctance. There were eyes everywhere, and there might be paparazzi lurking somewhere.

A look is the topic of their big fuss.

At the door of the box, Yan Rusheng gestured to the waiter leading the way, "You go down first."

"Yes." The waiter nodded, bowed his head and retreated respectfully.

Yan Rusheng reached out and knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man's voice came from inside the room, "Please come in."

He Ning opened the door and gently pushed it open. The middle-aged man was sitting on the light brown leather sofa with a half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

Slightly chubby, with the top of his head vented, his appearance is very unpleasant.

Seeing Yan Rusheng and Xuxu coming in, he hurriedly got up, greeted them with a smile, "Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan."