Uncertain age difference

88.

After the stage darkened, there were applause, low shouts, and discussions in the audience, and it became a mess.

Ning Huang is as stable as Mount Tai and sits like a rock. In fact, he is supported by a mask, and the expression behind the mask is a lot of panic.

Didn't you tell Lu Chen not to come?

He had agreed with Lu Chen to hide his identity and be a masked guest honestly. However, he remembered the past between himself and Cheng Xinran, and he really couldn't swallow the fuss. That's why today's temporarily changed tutor show program came about.

The prickly head came out of the bar, with an attitude of being indifferent to life and death, and doing it if he refused to accept it. The more Cheng Xinran didn't want him to sing, the more he insisted on singing, and he insisted on singing on Cheng Xinran's face.

As for what would happen next, he didn't think too much about it.

If the enemy is not happy, he is happy.

God knows how Lu Chen came here.

Ning Huang's scalp was numb, but he was on the stage. He forced himself to be calm and thanked the curtain. He turned his head and was about to step off the stage, but he was facing a pale face.

Cheng Xinran.

There is no difference between being in your thirties and then.

Ning Huang gave him a cold look, turned around and was about to leave.

But Cheng Xinran grabbed her wrist: "Ning Huang, stop."

"What exactly do you want to do? After singing this song? Are you going to go to the program group to interview and talk nonsense?"

Ning Huang shook off his hand, not wanting to say much: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Ning Huang," Cheng Xinran held on to him, his face even more gloomy and ashen, "Do you think a performance can change anything, I told you, no one will believe you—"

"Ning Huang, stop." He grabbed the strap of Ning Huang's guitar and pulled it hard.

The guitar banged against the wall.

He also spun and fell to the ground hard on his back.

Ning Huang used his force to throw the man to the ground.

The arms are cut back, the knees are against the throat, and it is done in one go.

Cheng Xinran almost forgot.

Ning Huang knows how to fight, and he is agile.

He did not know how many drunks he drove away in the bar, even the drunks who pestered Cheng Xinran and got into fights at the beginning were laid down by him many times.

At that time, Ning Huang always had a cold face, fiddling with the guitar in the background, and when he saw a quarrel at the front desk, he was about to grab his hedgehog-like hair and come out, frowning to say why there was another quarrel.

The drunk rushed over with bared teeth and claws.

Ning Huang put him down.

Cheng Xinran was still in shock, looking at the boy who was two or three years younger than him, with a pretty face that didn't answer, and dragged him out like a cement bag by the back of his collar.Whispering that there is something to drink, I am not afraid of drinking to death.

"Plop" was thrown out the door with a muffled sound.

He also said, forget it, if they don't drink, no one will ask him to sing, and if no one asks him to sing, there will be no money to make.

Turning his head, those eyes full of disrespect met his eyes.

Hey, Cheng Xinran, Big Miangua, is back.

what to see.

Now those unworthy eyes were filled with forbearable anger.

A beautiful and familiar face is also close at hand.

"If nothing can be changed," Ning Huang's words were almost squeezed out between his teeth, "then why the hell are you pestering me?"

"Cheng Xinran, did I force you to steal the song?" "Or did I force you to pretend for more than ten years?"

"you……"

Cheng Xinran became tired and murmured in disbelief, "How is it possible... How is it possible..."

The staff also fell silent.

Ning Huang touched his face before reacting.

— the mask fell off.

With a youthful and resentful look, his brows were furrowed, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were irritable.

face, just exposed to the air.

Ning Huang cursed a dirty word in his heart, glanced at the mask on the ground, and didn't bother to pick it up.

The stuffing has been leaked left and right.

"How is it possible..." Cheng Xinran still couldn't believe it.

Ning Huang sneered: "Why the hell is it impossible?"

He was still puzzled, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and he couldn't help raising his fist, wanting to hit his face directly.

Unexpectedly, a flat and warm voice called from behind: "Ning Huang."

"There are cameras."

It was Lu Chen's voice.

Ning Huang secretly cursed again from the bottom of his heart, he didn't look behind him, his back was tense, it was just that the clenched fist was slowly released after all.

With a "hmph" Cheng Xinran let go, and the corners of her mouth drooped.

"You're lucky," he said.

Then turned his head away.

In the dark of the stage, a tall and elegant figure stood behind the curtain, watching him quietly.

Ning Huang picked up the guitar and looked at it distressedly.

He just refuses to look at the person opposite, and never admits that he has a guilty conscience.

89.

Lu Chen came out from the dark, not wearing a formal suit, but a beige windbreaker with a gentle texture, and the plaid scarf was more like a decoration, like a gentle audience who came to see his performance.

It's just that the expression is different from usual.

This man has been the boss for many years, and the way he looked at people with a downcast face was indeed quite majestic. The little prickly head immediately raised his eyebrows in awe, hugged the guitar and pretended not to see him, and dared not speak for a long while.

Lu Chen walked up to him step by step.

Ning Huang's heart thumped, his brows also twitched, and he finally made up his mind and decided to take the lead, saying: "...Then what, didn't I tell you not to come..."

Before he finished speaking, Boss Lu picked up the collar of his back and took the whole thing away.

He was originally 1.7 meters 1.7 tall, and he had to shrink a little more to [-] meters [-], which just fit his hand when Boss Lu held him by the collar.

Ning Huang clutched his collar, bared his teeth and cursed: "Why are you picking me up, I will go by myself."

"Lu Chen, I even changed the last line of the song for you, what are you doing?"

"I'm looking for faults with Cheng Xinran, not you, why are you so fierce..."

With a "click", he was thrown into the lounge.

With a "click", the door is locked.

"Gudong", it's...

It was he who swallowed secretly.

No one else heard.

Lu Chen's shadow enveloped him, looking at him lightly from top to bottom.

This man's eyes are really strange, they were gentle last night, but now they look sharp like knives.

But losers cannot lose.

He straightened his neck, looked at Lu Chen rebelliously and coldly.

He said, "Lu Chen."

Lu Chen looked at him: "Huh?"

"...This room is not soundproof."

——He is by no means cowardly.

Not at all.

90.

Sitting on the sofa, Lu Chen relaxed his posture, folded his fingers together, and slowly looked at his expression, but it happened to be so imposing that the rebellious young man dared not speak easily.

He pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down and talk."

Ning Huang sat down.

Lu Chen said, "Let's talk."

He braced himself and muttered, "Is there anything to say?"

People reveal their secrets when they sing.

The mask also fell off.

It doesn't matter whether his program will be broadcast or not, or whether it will be cut, anyway, he can't hide his illness.

In fact, he knew it in his heart, and he did it because he knew that there was such a risk, but he just couldn't swallow it.

Lu Chen's expression was cold, but his voice was tepid and calm:

"Why didn't you discuss it with me beforehand?"

Ning Huang muttered: "Is there anything we can discuss."

"If you finished singing, but the program group cut it for you later, leaving only the scene where you hit someone, what would you do?"

"Or let Cheng Xinran know about the program list, and he tripped you up to prevent you from going on stage, so what should you do?"

Ning Huang started fiddling with his guitar again, saying, "Do whatever you want."

Lu Chen said with a heavy tone: "Ning Huang, you speak up."

Ning Huang smashed the can, looked up and glared at him fiercely: "What is the discussion with you?"

"Little Uncle Everyday, Little Uncle, he yells nicely and doesn't tell me anything."

"You know shit, you know so much, and you didn't tell me about Cheng Xinran."

Once the words are out of the mouth, you can't stop them.

If he didn't think of it himself, he didn't know where it happened, and he really didn't take it seriously.

Lu Chen glanced at him and said, "I think you will be unhappy if you find out."

Ning Huang let out a "tss": "You didn't feel it, I didn't know that I would be even more unhappy."

Lu Chen looked at him for a long time and raised his hand.

Ning Huang didn't close his eyes, just stared at him.

As a result, the hand fell and pinched his face hard.

Pinch left and right, making his expression funny.

Lu Chen finally couldn't hold back his tense expression, his whole body softened, and asked softly, "Aren't you going to hide?"

Ning Huang said: "Hide a few times, you don't know how to do it."

This time, I was really slapped on the mouth lightly.

Lu Chen said, "Where did you learn the swear words?"

Ning Huang raised the bar: "Your family has a cram school for swearing? How much is it a day?"

"Stop talking." Lu Chen said.

Ning Huang said angrily, "If you don't mess with me, I won't say anything."

He came out of the dark bar, the atmosphere was smoky, and he learned to speak nonsense before he learned anything else. He didn't speak often, but when he got angry, he couldn't help jumping out.

——It happened in front of Lu Chen.

This is just great.

Smoking, fighting, and swearing.

The five poisons are complete, and all have been discovered.

There's no need to put on a show anymore, he broke the pot, thinking that anyway, the impression was too bad to be worse.

Who made Lu Chenfei frighten him with a straight face.

It is not necessary to let him raise his head and speak, and give him the ability.

Why not let him talk with his ass pouted.

He was full of cursing and swearing, which made Lu Chen smile, and said after a while, "I see, I was wrong this time."

"I'll tell you next time."

Ning Huang was stunned, his originally blunt and irritable attitude suddenly became hardened, and he lowered his head again and let out a "tss", sneakily rubbing the soles of his shoes on the floor tiles, and said, "I also... didn't ask you to apologize."

He can clearly distinguish whether to treat him well or treat him badly, otherwise he wouldn't be short of breath and timid when he sees Lu Chen.

He didn't mind letting him manage it, or even keeping him a secret.

——He just doesn't like him being cold-faced and fierce.

"Besides... I was also at fault." He muttered dejectedly.

Lu Chen gave an "um" and couldn't hold back his smile.

Hedgehogs are raised like this, they eat soft but not hard, and when they stroke their fur, they let go first.

Regardless of whether the hedgehog is big or small, he is so smart and coaxing that he softens his heart.

Ning Huang lowered his head and found a small hole in the sofa, so he couldn't help poking it secretly with his finger.

Then he asked cautiously: "...that song of mine."

"Does it sound good?"