Qiao Yimo heard this and looked at him.

Found that the man's eyes were a bit of uncertainty, a bit probing and a bit pitiful?

Qiao Yimo narrowed his eyes and said very seriously: "Yes."

At this moment, the man stepped on the brakes suddenly, his tone was serious and serious: "I asked Jun Mo to keep two tickets, are you with me?"

with him?

Qiao Yimo shook his head quickly, "No."

As soon as he said this, the spark of hope in the man's eyes disappeared.

"My friend and I agreed to sit together." Qiao Yimo raised an eyebrow, "So I can't be with you."

Leng Juan glanced at her when he heard the words.

The girl's eyes were dark and bright, not as if she was suspected of lying.

That's fine.

This is enough.

Suddenly, the light of hope in the man's eyes resumed, and he said in a low voice, "Then after watching the show, I will wait for you at the door!"

Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows, in a faint tone, "Yeah."

A few seconds later, the man stopped the car on the side of the road again. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and called Mo Jun, "Help me save two tickets for the live performance of "Heaven on Earth"."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Leng Juan smiled, with a serious tone, "When the tickets are available, I will give it to you."

Qiao Yimo looked sideways, glanced at the handsome profile of the man, and said lightly: "Yeah."

Seeing that the time was up for dinner, it was time for Qiao Yimo to go back to Qiao's house.

There was an expression on her face, but when she looked closely, she was throbbing unnoticeably with the naked eye, "I'm going back."

Leng Jue's voice was low and hoarse, "Okay, I'll give it to you."

After Leng Jie parked the car in the Qiao's yard, Qiao Yimo beckoned him to go back quickly so as not to be found by the Qiao's people.

The two of them are really like stealing.

Directly to Qiao Yimo was extremely depressed.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Qiao Yimo returned to the bedroom on the second floor to rest after dinner.

At this time, the phone rang on the side, and she pressed the answer button.

On the other end of the phone is a music apprentice Qiao Yimo collected in Country M, named Ruoxi, 21 years old!

Qiao Yimo only looked at two points in accepting disciples: one is amazing talent, the other is amazing perseverance.

It just so happens that this person named Ruoxi has it.

He started learning to compose music at the age of fifteen, and he became famous at the age of eighteen, but he was not proud of it. For deeper musical exploration, he produced more than 50 songs a year.

It was also this point that moved Qiao Yimo, so he accepted him as a disciple.

He is also the only musical apprentice of Qiao Yimo.

I saw Ruoxi at the other end in a very excited tone: "Master Liang Yin, why didn't you tell me that you have released a new album?"

The black line on Qiao Yimo's face slipped, his tone helpless, "How many times have you said it, don't call me Master, just call me "Liang Yin"!"

"Master Deler! My plane tonight, I will personally be there to cheer for you!"

"Be low-key, don't bring too many people!" Qiao Yimo's voice was faint, unable to hear any emotions.

"Master, I heard from Brother Su Zhe that you are preparing for the college entrance examination recently? Is this true?" Ruoxi's tone was full of surprise.

At the level of Master, what kind of college entrance examination should I take? Just choose the Conservatory of Music to be a Ph.D.

Qiao Yimo did not answer, presumably he had already figured out the cause of the matter from Su Zhe.

"Hey, let's forget the master if you don't tell me, the plane is about to take off, I will hang up first." Ruoxi directly hung up the phone on the other end.

Later, the members of the "Mo Heart" organization group sent another congratulatory message.

Feel free to: "Boss, I didn't see the last painting, this time I must participate in the performance."

Liu Xin: "We must go, all must go!"

Yu Xin: "I'm still doing missions in country M, or should I follow along?"

Qiao Yimo looked at the messages in the group, with more and more black lines on her face. Her slender white fingers tapped a few words on the keyboard, "Is it too idle? How about finding something for you? ?"

A few seconds after Qiao Yimo's message was sent, the group was so quiet that no one came out to chat all night. JrNovels.com