Chapter 897

On the stage of convention and Exhibition Center

Today, the masked Su Chen, wearing a long dress with a bra and a half large diamond crown in her hair, carrying a skirt, entered the stage amid the howling of mountains and seas.

Xu Yuanfei was behind her. After they went on stage, their positions were next to each other.

Many fans were protesting and shouting at the scene, but there was a scene on the other side in the live broadcast room. After all, most of the people who watched the live broadcast were melon eaters.

"Do you think that this plain dust is to dress up again, or not as good as Mrs. Jing's temperament?"

"Temperament can't be dressed up. In fact, it's not bad to carry it out alone. It's just that there's something missing."

"It's low. It feels like a fake."

……

The so-called online Red conference is not a formal star award ceremony. There are not so many rules. The principle of the organizer is also very simple

You're hot. You're hot.

After they went on stage, the host exchanged polite greetings and chatted with each other

Jiang Er Shao stood under the stage, and he was already rubbing his hands with excitement, because the staff said that it was their turn to go on the stage soon, and a lot of netizens waiting for him were also looking at Song Fengwan.

But the Jing family was standing behind her, and just now she was chatting with Xu Yuanfei. They thought it was her friend, but they didn't think much about it.

"Well, it's our turn later." Jiang Er Shao's face was excited.

"Well." Song Fengwan is looking at the picture album sent by Su Chen page by page.

I don't know. If you look at it carefully, there are traces of her works, and there are imitations of others. If you are a contemporary master, your style is bound to be a school of its own, and some things are still very obvious.

The most ridiculous thing is that

There are also imitations of Tang WANGJIN.

I'm afraid this woman is crazy.

"Why aren't you excited at all." Jiang Er had been holding on for a long time, waiting to let out all his emotions today.

"Save your strength and go up to her." She closed the album with a bang.

His eyes were burning and sharp.

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Standing on the stage at this time, Su Chen always feels uncomfortable, especially when standing side by side with Xu Yuanfei. This woman

Obviously, he was dissatisfied with his hostility.

She didn't feel very good to herself, and the women who had sat with her always made her feel like she had known each other before. There was a lot of noise at the bottom. She suddenly saw the man who was closest to the stage. What was that——

Fu Chen.

The man is wearing a black shirt. Because of the dry ice on the stage, his vision seems to be blurred. His whole body seems to be running through a layer of water curtain and can't really see.

Just the corner of the mouth with a smile, partial head and Duan Linbai said something, seems to notice her line of sight, even a partial head.

Eye contact.

The smile is clean, just like the Buddha all over the sky, detached, but it makes people feel scared for no reason.

This man is song Fengwan's husband.

"... plain dust, plain dust?" The host called her several times, and she was in a trance, "what?"

"Why are you still in a daze? Is it too tight? " The host smiles to help her out.

"Well," ah, you stop, it's not you yet -- "the backstage staff in charge of the control field were sweating, how did the two run up.

They are going to ask Xu Yuanfei to step down, but what does she do.

He is about to let people block song Fengwan and pull them down, but they are stopped by the Beijing family.

I can only watch her slowly on the stage.

"That..." several hosts have been winking at the backstage, aren't they awarding awards? How to get them on stage? What's the process?

"Borrow the microphone." Jiang Er Shao came to a hostess.

The hostess was also a bit stunned, so she handed the microphone over.

The receiver is song Fengwan. Her voice is a little stuffy through the mask. "I'm sorry to take up a little time."

People at the bottom were guessing her identity, because the package was too tight.

Song Fengwan is not taboo, "I know you are curious about my identity, you don't have to guess, I can tell you directly now."

"I'm the so-called plagiarist you've been doing online for a long time."

"It's a microblog named [making money to buy mines and raise sons]."

Song Fengwan took off her hat. Without the brim, her eyebrows and eyes became clearer. The man named Su Chen on the stage was trembling and recognized her for the first time.

How could it be her!

"Well, why a woman."

"You look young."

"How dare you come here? You are not afraid of death."

"She just sat on the edge of Su Chen, separated by a few seats. It's obvious that the organizer is doing something."

……

At this time, Jing Hanchuan looked at Fu Shen and said, "little sister-in-law, the nickname of microblog, got..."

"It's unique."

Fu Chen is pinching his eyebrows. His daughter-in-law is in favor of kneeling.