Who says that real and fake daughters must fight each other?

Girl group, performance, these two words appeared together and quickly attracted the attention of the public.

The crowd looked up towards the source of the sound.

The few people who had just shouted loudly have disappeared without a trace.

Only a few girls were left to perform in the center.

It is the nature of Chinese people to love to watch the fun. Without any time to control their steps, they walked around them.

He stared at the girls with a sharp gaze. At first glance, they were all tall and had long legs.

Although they all wore masks covering the upper half of their faces, you could still see that the lower half of their faces were very delicate.

I think the upper half of the face is not much worse.

There were screams from the crowd from time to time, and they were all very excited.

Sister Fang was very proud.

Well, my team is just that powerful.

Yunhe was panting heavily in the corner.

If she hadn't seen someone holding up a mobile phone to record the video, she would have wanted to stick out her tongue to dissipate the heat.

I did some intense exercise and sweated a lot. It's too hot.

As more and more people came, the bodyguards called by the real estate agent came in handy.

They held hands and surrounded the 12 girls to prevent them from being bumped into by the crowd.

They completed their final song and dance performance surrounded by the crowd.

At the end of the performance, the girls bowed with smiles on their faces.

The audience cheered.

"Wow-"

The child looked at them with bright eyes and opened his mouth wide: "Wow-"

It seems like he really likes this performance, and those sparkling eyes can't be fake.

The audience asked questions in a flurry, making a lot of noise.

"Are you really a girl group?"

“Why is the girl group performing here?”

"Are you recording a show?"

"Can you give me an autograph?"

……

You talk and I talk, and they can’t hear it all.

I can only pick up the answers I heard.

The crowd was very noisy, so they could only respond loudly, otherwise no one could hear what they were saying.

"It's not a recording of a program—"

"We are indeed a girl group."

"Sorry, we didn't bring a pen with us, so we can't sign."

Sister Fang said: ...

Hiss, I was careless and forgot to bring a pen.

hateful.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Fang Jie quickly took them away.

If I stay any longer, there might be some fans who will follow me here.

There will be more people by then.

I don’t know if I can leave yet.

Just as Fang Jie expected, they did gain some fans through this performance.

That night, a marketing account released a video of their roadshow.

He also said that there are not many girl groups that are so down-to-earth.

Although there weren't many.

Yun He was not very satisfied. "What kind of look did they make of us? Why did they choose the shortest one?"

Yes, I don’t know from what angle the photo was taken, but Yunhe’s height was turned from 172cm to 152cm.

A full twenty centimeters less.

The house sister was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Okay, if there are marketing accounts cutting it, just be happy. A lot of girl groups are obscure and no one cares about them at all."

That’s right, Yun He nodded in understanding and sighed calmly.

The house sister smiled and said, "You are so young, why are you sighing?"

However, Fangjie is now setting her sights on next week’s Mid-Autumn Festival Gala.

She fought tooth and nail to get this collaborative stage.

It’s not easy, even though there is only one minute of screen time.

But if it can be used well, it might become a small hit.

Now everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.

Just see how they perform.

Don’t let the food be put in front of your mouth without you opening your mouth to eat. That’s really annoying.

After sending them back to the villa, Fang Jie was about to leave, and she still singled out Bai Yun to give her some instructions.

"Tomorrow is Sunday. We're rehearsing for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. Get up early and come to the company, remember?"

Bai Yun nodded vigorously. It was a small matter. She would definitely remember it.

He was almost patting his chest and saying, "I'll take care of it."

After this month, Sister Fang is still very confident in Bai Yun as the team leader.

At least during this one-month-plus term, there haven't been any major mistakes.

There was no need to say anything more. He patted her shoulder with relief and turned away.

That's what being a broker is like, working hours are not fixed.

Look, look, what time is it and she just got off work.

I sighed with regret. Alas, there aren't many good agents like her...

He started the car and drove slowly. Two seconds later, he stepped on the gas and drove out of the villa area.

Bai Yun stood at the door, looking at Fang Jie's car.

He didn't turn back to the villa until he could no longer see the taillights of the car.

Suddenly, she realized something was wrong.

His body stiffened and he quickly turned around, staring at the instant noodle bag on the ground.

Somewhat absent-minded.

As far as she knew, this villa area was newly built, and because it was remote and not close to the city, there were very few people living there.

There is no one living around this villa, and there are eighteen girls in their building, and no one would eat instant noodles of this flavor.

Thinking of the secret filming incident a few days ago, Bai Yun felt a chill in her heart and quickly closed the door of the villa.

He leaned his back against the door and took two deep breaths.

His fingertips trembled slightly and his mind went blank.

It shouldn't be what she thought, right?

It must have been just an accident, right?

It's just garbage that happened to be blown by the wind.

Yunhe just came out to digest his food, and was a little worried when he saw Bai Yun like this.

I thought Bai Yun was suddenly feeling unwell, so I hurried over to check on her.

"What's wrong with you? You look very bad."

After checking Bai Yun up and down, he seemed to be uninjured.

It just looks like his expression is not very good.

Bai Yun waved her hand. "I'm fine, it's just..."

Yun He frowned. "Nothing?" Then why were you so frightened?

He was still sweating profusely, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He took out a pack of handkerchiefs from his pocket and wiped the cold sweat off Bai Yun.

He held her in his arms and walked back slowly.

I didn't ask any more questions along the way.

Back in the living room, Yunhe poured Bai Yun a glass of warm water. After watching her drink two sips, he asked her what was wrong.

Bai Yun took a sip of water, calmed down, frowned and said, "Exactly. I don't know if I'm overthinking it, but when I was seeing Fang Jie off, I suddenly saw a bag of Master Yuan instant noodles on the ground."

There is no one living around, and they don't eat instant noodles.

Even the six assistants ate Mr. Huang’s instant noodles and never bought Mr. Yuan’s instant noodles.

Yun He's heart tightened, and he forgot that his hand was still on Bai Yun's arm. His palm suddenly tightened, and he felt a little panicked.

Bai Yun felt pain and couldn't help but scream, "Hiss."

Yunhe has really strong hands, no wonder, after all, she loves going to the gym so much.

Yun He suddenly realized and quickly let go of her hand.

He apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't react immediately."

Bai Yun didn't mind, it wasn't intentional, and Yun He also apologized.

He pinched the soft flesh on his arm and shook his hand.

"I hope I'm overthinking it."

Bai Yun stood up and looked out the window.

It happened to be opposite the villa's main gate, and the tone was melancholy.