The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

Ike directly sat back on the sofa, "It's already like this, we can only accept it."

"That's right, but I just feel aggrieved, and I feel that we don't have any right to speak." Dou Zi put down the drumsticks angrily and sat beside Ike. Looking at Ike's guitar on the coffee table, he smiled and joked, "Do you have the foresight, so you didn't even take out the guitar head."

Ike laughed, did not answer, turned his head and met a pair of clear eyes.

The boy was startled. Under the gaze of those clear eyes, he seemed to feel the trembling of his soul. He hurriedly lowered his head and stopped looking at other places.

Yan Chenxi turned her head, and her little hand pulled Yan Ziheng, "Cancel today's performance."

"What's the matter? Why?" Yan Ziheng looked at Yan Chenxi solemnly. If someone else said that, he might laugh it off, but if Yan Chenxi said that, he wouldn't.

Yan Chenxi looked at Ike, then turned to look at Yan Ziheng, "It's nothing, I just hope you won't be too disappointed in waiting."

In fact, many times, it is not that she sees through the hearts of the people, because the hearts of the people are the most difficult thing in the world to understand. But she can feel the magnetic field, she can feel that a person is tense.

Just now, from the male cub, she felt a different magnetic field from everyone here.

Yan Ziheng didn't understand Yan Chenxi's words too much. He thought that the disappointment in Yan Chenxi's mouth was referring to the result of the game.

If the result is destined to not win, there is nothing, just enjoy the process.

On the contrary, if he knew in advance that the game was destined to not win, he would not have so much pressure.

The dress rehearsal officially began, and players have already performed on stage one after another.

Because it was the last game, all the players performed their best repertoire, and every performance was so wonderful.

Soon he arrived at Pu Gong to play, and Huanyu was notified to wait in the audience.

The four of the band waited on one side of the stage, and Boss Hao took the others to the audience to watch.

It is undeniable that Pu Gong was born to eat this bowl of rice. Just one stop on the stage, it has its own light-absorbing properties.

Pu Gong stood on the stage with a smile, holding the microphone in hand, waiting for the music to sound.

Both on and off the stage were very quiet. All the staff of the live program group held their breath. Everyone was very curious about what kind of performance Pu Gong would bring next.

The four members of the Huanyu Band stood below the stage, and they all stared at the stage intently.

Especially Mo Feng, he regards Bai Fang's teacher as an idol, so he really wants to know what kind of music Bai Fang will make for Pu Gong.

Soon, the lights around the stage dimmed and the lights on the stage turned on.

At this time, the music sounded slowly.

As soon as the prelude sounded, the expressions of the few people waiting in the audience suddenly changed.

On the stage, Boss Hao also changed his face after hearing the prelude.

"This...what's going on?" Boss Hao anxiously looked at Mo Feng and several people in the audience.

At this moment, Mo Feng's expression was struck by lightning. He stood there, staring at Pu Gong who was already singing on the stage in disbelief.

"How could this happen!" Yan Ziheng looked at Yan Chenxi with a stunned expression. Is this the "disappointment" that Chenxi said before?

At this time, Yan Chenxi's eyes gradually deepened.

She changed this tune.

"Captain, the song that Pu Gong is singing now belongs to us, it belongs to us!" Dou Zi broke down to the extreme, yelling from the stage, and his voice reached the stage and everyone around him.

The on-site director glared at Dou Zi displeased, and directed the staff to look over.