1132: Being Photographed Secretly ...

Being Photographed Secretly ...

Li Qingcang stood in front of Ye Tianxin and untied the bow near her chest.2

　　 Then he casually handed the shawl to the staff aside.

　　 "Let's go, Tianxin."

　　 Ye Tianxin carried an embroidered small square bag in her hand.

　　 She walked very slowly, and her skirt fluttered like the waves of the lotus in the wind.

　　 Both Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang had amazing personalities.

　　 Even though all eyes were now on them, they still looked calm and natural.

　　 "Brother Li, the position given to us by Aunt Yue is very good."

　　 The musical tickets Yan Shanyue gave them were for the best seats in the entire theater.

　　 "Well, sit down."

　　 Li Qingcang and Ye Tianxin took their seats. From their position, they could see the faces of the performers on the stage.

　　 The distance was neither too far nor too close. It was the best viewing position.

　　 Under normal circumstances, only the most elite could get a ticket for this position.

　　 "Brother Li, what did Aunt Yue do before this?"

　　 "Aunty Yue's family has always been fascinated by culture and art."

　　 Ye Tianxin understood what Li Qingcang said. It turned out to be like this.

　　 Ye Tianxin pursed her lips and looked at the center of the stage. She said, "Today's musical is Les Misérables, which is performed by one of the most famous musical troupes in the world. It's hard to get a ticket."

　　 "If you don't want to watch, we can leave early."

　　 Li Qingcang had no particular interest in this kind of musical. He wouldn't have come if he went alone, but it didn't matter if he came with Ye Tianxin.

　　 "Let's listen to it first."

　　 When the musical officially began, the lights in the theater gradually dimmed.

　　 The expectant faces were hidden in the darkness.

　　 The curtain on the stage slowly rose from below.

　　 The bands sitting on both sides of the stage had begun to play.

　　 Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang quietly enjoyed this world-famous musical with their fingers interlocking.

　　 Although both Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang weren't experts on musicals, Ye Tianxin felt her hair standing up when the protagonist opened her mouth to sing.

　　 Good things and good musicals were resonant.

　　 Ye Tianxin pursed her lips and listened to it with fascination and attention.

　　 Before she knew it, the performance of the first part of the musical was over.

　 Li Qingcang asked, "Shall we go out to get some air?"

　　 Ye Tianxin nodded. "Okay."

　　 Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang walked out of the concert hall slowly.

　　 Ye Tianxin stretched out and show Li Qingcang her arm. "I got a weird feeling when they sang. Brother Li, look ... my hairs are standing up."

　　 Li Qingcang took Ye Tianxin's little hand and forcefully pulled her into his arms.

　　 "Tianxin, many men are watching you. I just want to carve their eyes out with a knife."

　　 Li Qingcang's scorching breath poured into Ye Tianxin's ears.

　　 Ye Tianxin felt a little itchy, so she couldn't help hiding in Li Qingcang's arms.

　　 "I'm itchy."

　　 Meanwhile, somebody silently recorded Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang.

　　 Li Qingcang subconsciously covered Ye Tianxin's face and strode forward to the reporter.

　　 "Give me the camera."

　　 When the reporter looked at Li Qingcang and his determined face, he couldn't help protecting his camera.

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