Although this change of Audrey delayed the performance time a little, it did not cause much trouble.
The powerful spectators from all walks of life also regarded him as a joke without eyes, and a few words of discussion were erased like chalk words.
Wu Juecheng didn't care much, so he started the performance after bowing slightly.
She was like a blood-stained rose, quietly withering in the quiet flower field, under the smuggling on all sides, in the middle of the night.
The sadness and charm revealed in that moment made the audience hold their breath involuntarily.
That sadness made the whole audience feel sad.
Ye Fan also forgot his god for a moment.
Compared to the sad and beautiful feeling of everyone present, he could still feel a sad and sad feeling of a woman.
It’s just that her sadness is not that she is desperate, but that she is powerless.
She can dance the hearts of all people in the world, but she cannot dance the hearts of her beloved men.
Ye Fan felt guilty. He knew that this dance was for him, and that women had themselves in their hearts.
Ye Fan sighed: "At the wrong time, meeting the right person can only be a regret."
When Wu Qingcheng finished his performance, he gave up the idea of getting together and quietly withdrew from the Golden Hall.
During this period, he also pressed his mask to prevent others from recognizing him.
Then he walked outside and breathed out.
Ye Fan was about to ask Miao Fenglang and the others to pick him up, but suddenly he found that there were seven or eight figures outside the Vienna hall.
They stand in different corners, not only hiding well, but also not attracting attention.
But the eyes can lock in the entrances and exits of the Vienna Hall.
Ye Fan thought he was surveillance, but he quickly denied it again. When the other party saw him coming out, he just glanced at him and moved away without regard.
Their eyes fell on the gate behind.
Seeing that it had nothing to do with him, Ye Fan was about to get into the car and leave, but after a few steps, he thought of Odebiao.
He stopped again.
He looked at the night sky and sighed faintly: "I hope this is not an incidental night."
At this moment, in the backstage dressing room in the Golden Hall.
Wu Juecheng, dressed in red, leaned against the seat, and his pretty face calmly asked the dressing room to remove his makeup for himself.
She also whispered to her agent: "Have he come?"
The agent shook his head quickly: "No, I didn't see him in the VIP seats in the front two rows."
"Not coming..."
Looking at the pretty face that was shattering in the mirror, Wu Juecheng stretched out his finger and touched it.
Her eyes were grateful, missed, and painful.
If she hadn't met Ye Fan, she would not only not have risen again, but also become an ugly monster to be abused.
She was grateful and loving to Ye Fan from the bottom of her heart.
However, Ye Fan's appearance also caused her torture and suffering from lovesickness, which was no better than a life that ruined her appearance.
Listening to the audience who have not yet dispersed, she did not have much joy or achievements in the success of the performance, and it seems that blooming tonight is not to please the audience.
She is purely releasing her own voice and interpreting her feelings.
To be precise, Wu Juecheng only wants to see it by one person.
She turned around and jumped seven times, just to jump into his sight.
But she didn't see Ye Fan's shadow.
She took out her cell phone and wanted to contact Ye Fan, and told her that she was also in Tulip City, but finally let go of her fingers.
With Ye Fan’s intelligence website, he must have known that she has come to Tulip City.
Ye Fan didn't want to see her, so it would be bad for her to force her like this.
"Don't make things difficult for him, don't bother him, it's enough for him to have a good life."
Wujuecheng slowly exhaled a long breath and tried hard to calm down his mood.
"Miss Dance, the performance tonight was unprecedentedly successful."
When Wujue City took off her makeup, Chen Wangdong rushed in with a group of people in high spirits.
"The audience said you danced very well, and the tips you gave you were piled up like a mountain."
"Tea eggs sold by your name have broken records."
"The videos forwarded were all clicked millions, and almost all of them were praised and praised."
"Many big guys who have not bought tickets to watch the scene hope you will have another show tomorrow night when you have time."
He gave a thumbs up and praised: "A bunch of first-tier international brands are also willing to spend a lot of money to sponsor."
He didn't know whether Wu Juecheng was dancing well. At that time, he was busy trying to deal with the newly obtained university students.
But he knew that the Chinese Business Association he hosted had made a fortune this time.
Wujue City did not have too many waves, but just said lightly: "Mr. Chen, say something, don't go around in circles."
"Miss Wu is happy and deserves to be my dream lover."
Chen Wangdong laughed: "Okay, I won't go around in circles, I'll have two things tonight."
"One is that my father and the Chinese Business Director were holding a banquet at Longfeng Tower. I wanted to invite Miss Wu to drink a glass of water and say thank you."
"I hope Miss Wu can enjoy her face."
"The other one is that I want Miss Dancing to perform one more tomorrow night or the next night."
"Another performance of tonight at the 10,000-person stadium in Pakistan."
"How about I'll give you double the reward?"
This event in Wujue City tonight will make the Chinese Business Association a lot of money, and Chen Wangdong wants to strike while the iron is hot and another event will be held.
He believed that taking advantage of the unanimous praise tonight, there will be no people tomorrow night, and the ticket price will be sold out even if it exceeds ten times.
Chen Wangdong hopes to make a big profit and let his father and Chinese businessmen see their ability.
This will help him successfully take over his father's position as president in the future.
Wu Juecheng said lightly: "Is it your intention or your father's intention?"
Chen Wangdong was stunned, then smiled and said, "It's my intention, it's my father's intention, and it's everyone's intention."
"Okay, I understand."
Wu Juecheng's tone was calm: "I'll go with you to drink the water and wine tonight, thanks to President Chen for his care."
She waved her hand and asked her agent and assistant to bring her handbag over.
Chen Wangdong squeezed out: "Well, add one more event tomorrow night?"
"There is only one person in the world who can give me a performance in Wujuecheng."
Wu Juecheng slowly went out with his handbag: "But that person is not you!"
"you--"
Chen Wangdong was angry, but finally suppressed his anger and waved his hand to follow him.
But on the way forward, he made a gesture.
A companion nodded and understood and took a step back and made a call.
When I arrived outside the performance hall, a cold wind came out, and Wu Juecheng couldn't stop his clothes from tightening.
Chen Wangdong walked up and shouted, "Hurry, drive my two-color Rolls-Royce over for Miss Wu to sit."
A young man with a cockscomb hurriedly drove the Rolls-Royce over.
Dozens of friends also started the roaring sports car, showing Chen Wangdong's strength and connections.
"Need not!"
Wu Juecheng said lightly: "I have a car."
She asked someone to drive the nanny car over.
"Woo--"
At this moment, a motorcycle rushed out of the corner without any warning, and rushed towards Wujue City like a rainbow.