The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 1641: Xia Wan’er Chapter 149

Chapter 1641 Xia Wan'er Chapter 149

Wu Yang stood in front with a serious face. Seeing that each group was ready, he shouted in a deep voice: "Start."

He Xianrou and Qiao Mingye began to pretend to walk in the flower street, He Xianrou looked at Qiao Mingye shyly and smiled, and said nervously: "Brother He, you are here today, you haven't said my dance yet. How's the dance going?"

"It looks good." He Sheng smiled.

He Xianrou was dazzled by his smile, and reached out to hold He Sheng's hand——

"Stop!" Wu Yang's horn sounded very harsh, "Mr. He, you are in a wrong state."

Qiao Mingye took a step back and avoided He Xianrou's hand.

He Xianrou, who was pulled back to reality for a second, had a bit of embarrassment on her face, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Director, I'm sorry Teacher Qiao, I'll sort it out and start over."

Everyone adjusts, come again.

[He Xianrou heard He Sheng's words, pursed her lips and said angrily: "Is it only good-looking?"

He Sheng didn't know why she was angry, but there was a small vendor selling lanterns beside him. He threw two pieces of silver at the vendor's stall, picked up the peony lantern on it, turned around and handed it to her, He smiled and said, "Of course not, there are prizes."

He Xianrou took it shyly, held it in her arms, and the two continued to walk side by side.

Arriving in a more secluded place, He Xianrou raised her head slightly and looked at He Sheng: "Brother He, do you like my dance?"

"Naturally like it."

"Will I dance to you every day in the future?"

He Sheng heard the words, nodded and smiled: "Yeah."

Suddenly, he shook his head again: "Not good."

"Why?" He Xianrou asked puzzled.

He Sheng looked at her with tenderness in his eyes, and said: "Peony, you once said that playing the piano and dancing is an act of pleasing people, and you disdain to do such a thing. I also hope that you can live for yourself. , don't do things you don't like because of me."]

Xia Wan'er, who was watching the play on the side, clutched her heart and couldn't help but slandered that whether the script was written as a peony or a white lotus, she even said such brazen words.

She covered her little heart and turned her face away, no, even though she knew that Qiao Mingye was acting, she still had pantothenic acid in her heart.

[Hearing He Sheng's words, Peony was very moved, raised her head slightly, and said shyly: "But if the object is you, I don't feel wronged."

"Peony, you are so kind." He Sheng listened and looked at her quietly, with a moved look in his eyes.

The two looked at each other affectionately. ]

The camera circle took a circle, and then zoomed in from far away. The props group began to sprinkle flowers, and the accompaniment sounded.

He Xianrou had an unstoppable obsession and fanaticism in her eyes. She slowly approached Qiao Mingye, then closed her eyes and offered her lips.

"Stop!" Wu Yang's loudspeaker woke up He Xianrou, who pouted, with a faint anger in his voice, "Everyone take a rest first."

He Xianrou opened her eyes and found that Qiao Mingye in front of her did not know when to retreat to the back, while Wu Yang stood in front of her and glared at her.

My mind was like a thunderbolt from the blue, unable to think, and the people around seemed to be making fun of him with their mouths covered.

Wu Yang's qi returns to qi, and he still retains the last trace of reason.

Calling He Xianrou aside, he suppressed his anger and asked, "Mr. He, what are you doing?"

"I'm acting according to the script." He Xianrou's head was still buzzing, she explained with a pale face.

"The script?" Wu Yang was annoyed and asked, "Did the script make you pout? Did the script make you always do something to Mr. Qiao?"