After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

But Huo Yichen's appearance was obviously beyond Feng Xinyao's expectation.

"..." Feng Xinyao turned around and left, her complexion was too pale even for her pretty makeup.

She was originally prepared to replace Murong Qiao to perform the piano solo piece, and even thought about volunteering later, but Murong Qiao killed all of this in the cradle.

As a result, Huo Yichen came in halfway, completely disrupting her plan, and Feng Xinyao's mind also became a mess.

She sat in front of her dressing table, and the restlessness lingered in her heart for a long time.

In order to take care of Murong Qiao, and because he was afraid that someone with a heart would do something wrong, the president didn't let her stay in the backstage hall, but gave her an empty room.

At this moment, Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao were sitting in the backstage room, and Huo Yichen was carefully administering medicine to Murong Qiao.

"Your expression hurts more than mine." Murong Qiao couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Huo Yichen's expression as if he was facing a formidable enemy, she carefully applied the medicine to herself with a force so light that she could hardly even notice it, and she couldn't hold back her smile immediately.

The crease between Huo Yichen's eyebrows didn't go away after seeing Murong Qiao's injury.

He lowered his head so that Murong Qiao would not see the dim light in his eyes, and there was a dark tide surging in his heart. He stared at the wound on Murong Qiao's hand with special concern.

When he knew about the injury, Murong Qiao had just come out of the school infirmary and had bandaged the wound. Although looking at her smiling face made people feel that there was no problem, Huo Yichen paid special attention to it.

"I will investigate this matter." He said suddenly.

Huo Yichen's tone was heavy and earnest, even if Murong Qiao didn't see his eyes, he could still feel the persistence implied in it.

This incident is very likely to be man-made, especially at such a critical moment, if it is not that he can play the piano, it is hard to imagine what kind of situation Murong Qiao will face this time.

He couldn't bear to have Murong Qiao get even a little bit of injury, even if it was a cut, he would frown tightly. Now seeing the large and small scratches on her hands, it was as if those wounds had been scratched on his body.

Murong Qiao looked down at him, and nodded with a smile, "Okay, hero, I'll listen to you."

Her voice was soft, with a little indulgence and dependence, as if she had entrusted her whole body to Huo Yichen, which made him relax.

He carefully applied a layer of medicine with a cotton swab, and his mind tensed up, for fear that he would hurt Murong Qiao if he didn't pay attention.

Hearing Murong Qiao's soft voice, he sighed softly, "I'm just blaming myself."

He blamed himself for not being able to block it by her side when she was in danger.

Murong Qiao originally wanted to say that she was not so delicate, but when she saw the serious emotion in Huo Yichen's eyes, the words in her mouth suddenly fell silent, and a sweet warmth enveloped her heart, as if it could really relieve the pain. It hurts no more.

"But you have already helped me." Murong Qiao whispered.

She was already considering other ways to deal with it, but Huo Yichen's appearance was like nectar after a long drought, which solved her urgent need.

Originally, playing the piano was a problem she couldn't solve, but with Huo Yichen's joining, Murong Qiao could take charge of the secondary parts, which greatly reduced the difficulty. Even if her hand was injured, she could play it smoothly.

Huo Yichen carefully wrapped the new bandage around her hand. The medicine had a cooling and analgesic effect, and it could also make Murong Qiao suffer less when he came on stage later.

He got up to pack his things, and saw Murong Qiao's face was red.

Murong Qiao glanced at the schoolbag next to her, she was about to change clothes. "Turn around."

"Okay." Huo Yichen obediently followed her words and turned his head.

Fortunately, Huida has complete facilities, and the room is also equipped with a separate bathroom. After Murong Qiao finished speaking, he took his schoolbag to the bathroom to change.

But at the end of the zipper part, she encountered difficulties. Her hands were injured, so it was difficult to wear a dress, and the zipper design on the back made it impossible for Murong Qiao to complete it alone.

She tried a few times in front of the mirror, but she couldn't touch it if she didn't want to touch the injury.

Helpless, Murong Qiao could only call Huo Yichen.

"You, can you help me zip..." She was still a little embarrassed to ask her to say this.

The heat on Murong Qiao's face didn't seem to have subsided since just now, crimson has become a frequent visitor, stationed on this piece of porcelain-white soft skin.

Although the voice was low, there were only two people in the room, and Huo Yichen could hear it clearly.

He got up and went to the bathroom, only to see a piece of white snow breaking into his field of vision, which was even more eye-catching when illuminated by the lights above his head.

To lure wolves into the house.

For a moment, Huo Yichen felt that he was the wolf who could swallow this soft and harmless little white rabbit.

"Huh?" Feeling that the people behind him hadn't moved for a long time, Murong Qiao made a questioning voice.

Huo Yichen was stunned for a rare moment, and was recalled by her voice, "Pull it to the top?"

When he spoke, he couldn't help coughing slightly, as if he was trying to cover up his reaction just now, and his eyes only stayed on Murong Qiao for a moment and then staggered, as if he didn't dare to stay for another second.

"Okay." Huo Yichen pulled the zipper to the top, so that it was tight enough to not reveal it below the neck.

He was really afraid that if he took another look, he would delay the performance time.

Murong Qiao didn't notice Huo Yichen's rich inner activities just now, she felt relieved after turning her back to the mirror and seeing that the dress was fine.

The deafening sound outside could faintly spread into the room, which represented the beginning of the welcome party.

Murong Qiao put on his white gloves carefully, "This is the first time I've played the piano with someone else."

She looked at Huo Yichen, her eyes were slightly curved, and the tiny light inside seemed to be smiling, which made people relax unconsciously.

"My honor." Huo Yichen also chuckled.

He sat beside Murong Qiao, put his hand on the non-existent "hat" and saluted a gentleman.

Before the two of them could say a few words, someone knocked on the door to inform them that they were about to go on stage.

The last show just ended when the two went behind the scenes, Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen looked at each other.

She put her hand between Huo Yichen's arms, and the two walked towards the stage together.

"Next, I invite Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen to bring the piano ensemble, "Dream of Love"."

As the host's voice fell, the lights also went out.

Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao sat on the piano bench, and the distance between them got closer to each other. The weak light fell from the top of their heads, dividing a small world with only two people on one side.

The melody sounded, with the deep affection and gentleness of the performer, revealing the artistic conception adapted from the poet to everyone.

Huo Yichen played the main tune, using his fingertips to produce a thick and rich tone, and the steadily advancing melody seemed to be paved with affection, which blended strangely with Murong Qiao's melody.

It's clearly the first time they've worked together, but the movements of the two are surprisingly tacit, and they can know each other's rhythm without even looking at each other.

The compact rhythm and the coordination of the low voice chords have no gaps at all. As Huo Yichen gradually moved towards the climax of the melody, Murong Qiao followed closely behind, sending out a round and bright rhythm, putting a large number of eighth chords together to form a vigorous sound.

A spiritual world so magnificent and gorgeous that people can't take their eyes off seems to have a real scene in the performance of the two at this moment, slowly unfolding in front of everyone.

The warm emotions poured out, and then turned to fullness and richness, and came to an end.

The song is over.

Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen stopped their hands together and got up to salute. "thank you all."

It wasn't until they finished speaking that the audience slowly came back to their senses and burst into thunderous applause.

This song should be the best show tonight.