Chapter 1493 (1/2)
Lausanne was distressed when he watched from the stage. He couldn't help but say to Mr. Ting: ”in fact, I don't agree to be a singer. I can't bear to sing and dance for such a long time.”
”If you just sing and don't dance, the ticket price doesn't need to be so high, and people will feel bored after watching it for a long time,” he said lazily, sitting in his chair. Anyway, he was not interested in these things. His wife sang the best song.
When it was nearly 10:30, Yan Su finished singing a famous song, which made her consume a lot of styles. In the big screen, the bangs on her forehead were slightly damp, and when she straightened her earphone, she still had a light breath.
”The next thing I'm going to sing is not my own song. I like you slowly by Mok Wen Wei.” after Yan Su finished, she paused, took a breath, and then began to speak after her eyes became gentle. ”It's a confession song. It's a confession song. It's a confession with someone, with the person I like in my heart.”
Because what she said was so sudden that the audience, fans and media were all taken by surprise. Everyone was in a uproar. Did she want to confess in her own concert.
The atmosphere seemed to have reached its climax all of a sudden.
Lausanne is also shocked, as Yan Su's friend, he has never heard of him before.
Many people around her are the same as her. She even heard the fans of Yan Su say, ”my God, when did Yan Su have a boyfriend? I can't accept it.”
”I can't accept that Yan Su is so beautiful that she is suitable for a quiet person. Ah, ah, I'm going to be crazy.”
”Yan Su is also a girl. It's normal that she likes people. What she wants to say is not Shi Xu. Is she going to compound with Shi Xu?”
”Wocao, that's definitely a century confession. Will Weibo be paralyzed tonight?”
”Will Shixu fans go crazy?”
”It doesn't have to be Shi Xu. Maybe it's Chi Shengxu. Some people in the know said that she and Chi went very close. It may also be Maurice. They fell into the sea together in Venice.”
“……”
Many people are talking, Lausanne is also nervous to hold the hands of the annual Ting, ”hope not life.”