Chapter 522

"Brother Xuan!"

From the stage came Murong Hanxiao's shouts. She felt dizzy and shaky. Finally, she fell down

Under the carnival, no one saw her fall!

Only when Lin Xuan and Qin poetry are embracing each other, the eyes of Qin poetry touch Murong Hanxiao and fall weakly

"Lin Xuan, Han Xiao, she She... "

Lin Xuan hugged Qin's poetry in her arms, attached to her ears, and said in a warm voice: "poetry, at this moment, only you and me!"

"No, it's Hanxiao fainting!"

Lin Xuan smell speech, release hand, turn to see, Murong Hanxiao halo on the stage.

His head "buzzing" to a sound, lunge forward, followed by Qin poetry.

Lin Xuan holds up Murong Hanxiao and puts his hand on Murong Hanxiao's pulse gate. He uses Lingxi as a pulse to hold the pulse for her.

"Lin Xuan, how's Hanxiao? Why did she faint? "

After Lin Xuan felt his pulse, he took a deep breath and comforted Qin's Poetry: "don't panic. She's wasting too much. After all, she's been bitten by poisonous insects for a long time, and she's out of strength. That's why she fainted."

Qin poetry is also a relief, patted the chest.

At this time, Murong's poetry is also a kind of frustration.

She has been stumbling and stumbling all the way to pursue her dream of music. Her devotion has finally come true to this day and age.

However, behind the bright and beautiful, who knows what unknown suffering she has experienced.

If she hadn't met Lin Xuan to help her in college, she would have lost her future in Beijing Conservatory of music. How could she become a popular singer.

Shen Lan is also in a hurry to the stage, looking at the coma in the past Murong Hanxiao, she anxiously asked: "Murong and how?"

Qin poetry micro sigh, "physical overdraft, fainted."

"Ah? How can it be like this? Murong is too hard. " Shen Lan sighed with emotion.

At this time, Murong Hanxiao's agent, Ji Qingyuan, also rushed to the stage. Shocked, he exclaimed, "Murong, Murong She What's wrong with her? "

In the mouth, the power of murongyuan, the pure soul of murongtian, is put into the body and the power of the soul of murongyuan is taken out.

After a long time, Murong Hanxiao slowly opened her eyes and saw the nervous Lin Xuan. She had a sweet smile on her mouth, and said: "Xuan Brother

"Hanxiao, don't talk. You are still very weak. I'll take you back to the hotel and have a rest." Lin Xuan did not care whether Murong Hanxiao agreed or not, and nodded to Qin poetry, "poetry, let's send Hanxiao back to the hotel together!"

"Mm-hmm, listen to you!"

Qin poetry step forward, and Lin Xuan helped Murong Hanxiao out of the stadium.

Shen Lan followed closely and took a bus back to the Banyue Lake Hotel.

Lin Xuan drives, Qin Shi Shi and Shen Lan sit in the back row, taking care of Murong Hanxiao.

"Hanxiao, how is your health?" Qin's poems and poems held Murong Hanxiao's hand with concern and asked.

Murong Hanxiao gazed at Qin's poems and said with a calm smile, "sister-in-law, don't worry, I'm fine."

"By the way, Hanxiao, how can you be in Gu?" Suddenly, Shen Lan asked.

Murong Hanxiao didn't seem to have heard it. He deliberately turned off the topic, "brother Xuan, sister-in-law, LAN LAN, thank you so much."

Shen Lan frowned slightly and looked at Qin's poems in silence.

Lin Xuan kept silent all the way, "is the Gu under Ji Qing Yuan?" At this time, he secluded.

"Brother Xuan, you have helped me enough. I will go the rest of the way by myself." Murong Hanxiao pondered.

Lin Xuan didn't ask because he knew the personality of Murong Hanxiao, or, in a sense, he and Murong Hanxiao were the same kind of people.

After all, that kind of growth experience makes her extremely stubborn. No matter what happens, she always wants to solve it by herself.

However, Lin Xuan has already guessed seven or eight points in his heart. The relationship between Murong Hanxiao and the agent Ji Qingyuan is definitely not as simple as it seems.

To be able to move the sandalwood zither in the concert of Murong Hanxiao shows that Ji Qingyuan is very likely to be a member of the family Ji of sandalwood zither.

If that's the case, it's going to be a lot more complicated.

Although Ji Wan'er hasn't appeared for a long time, Lin Xuan always has some inexplicable feelings from her appearance.

What's more, Ji Wan'er's words are so impressive.

Along the way, no more words, will Murong Hanxiao back to the Half Moon Lake Hotel, Lin Xuan, Qin poetry, Shen Lan left again.

Along the way, Shen Lan was sent home. Lin Xuan and Qin Shi Shi drove back to the villa on the hillside of Yunwu Mountain.

"Lin Xuan, you say, is Han Xiao hiding something from us?" Leaning on the co driver's seat, Qin's poems are thoughtful.Lin Xuan nodded and sighed: "yes, and this matter is mostly related to me."

"It's about you? You mean, Hanxiao, she treats you... "

"Poetry, don't think about it, it's not emotion, it's Ji Qingyuan!"

Lin Xuan's heart is heavy.

"Ji Qing Yuan? The agent? Why did you get involved with her again? "

"She is not simple. The Gu in Hanxiao's body is likely to be related to her. She may be a member of the ancient family of sandalwood and guzheng."

Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.

"The family of sandalwood zither? That legend... "

Naturally, Qin poetry has heard about the family Ji of sandalwood and guzheng. Overnight, hundreds of years old aristocratic families have evaporated from the world. What a shocking thing.

"Yes

Qin Shishi no longer spoke, and was silent for a moment. She asked again, "Lin Xuan, Mu Kun from the eternal love wedding shop has sent me the plan for shooting the wedding dress. Let's make a date and go to the rose coast to shoot the wedding dress!"

"Well, what day do you think is better?"

Qin Shishi sighed, "let's put the date back a little bit ~"

"recently, the company has just been affected by the storm of making and selling fake drugs. I'll deal with the affairs of the company first, and then we can set a date, OK?"

Lin Xuan nodded and said, "good!"

"By the way, I don't know the boss of renjitang. When will your young man return home? If he comes back and meets him, I can thank him and thank him! "

Lin Xuan's head is big. How could Qin's poetry suddenly ask this question? It seems true. If you tell a lie, you have to make up ten lies.

"I haven't been in touch with him for a long time. Slow down. If he comes back, he will tell me, and I will tell you!" He had no choice but to fool the past. When he talked about it, he really didn't know how to lie to Qin poetry.

"All right, then."

Fortunately, Qin poetry did not continue to investigate, but let Lin Xuan a sigh of relief.

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