Quick Wear: The Rescue Plan of the Male Supporting Actor of the Popular Cannon Fodder

Wen Kairui was sitting in the back row at this moment, and there was an unconcealable surprise in his eyes.

When Wen Yang was in college, she invited him to watch her dance, just like a peacock wanting to spread its feathers.

So Wen Kairui always refused on the grounds that he was busy and never went to see her dance.

Wen Yang didn't invite him this time, but he came down privately.

And when his parents went out today, he found out that Wen Yang had even invited his second uncle's family.

Even Wen Xu came...

So many people, but he was the only one not invited...

Wen Kairui placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, tapping them lightly from time to time, his eyes dark and unclear.

It wasn't until the music ended, the dance was over, and the audience erupted in thunderous applause that he regained his composure.

Wen Yang was standing on the stage at this moment, his chest heaving violently and his heart beating like a drum.

The applause from the audience sounded a little unreal.

She raised her eyes and looked towards the front row, and saw that Wen's father and mother were clapping for her vigorously, with pride in their eyes.

Even her uncle and aunt smiled and gave her a thumbs-up.

Then she looked at Wen Xu.

This usually cold and taciturn man was now applauding her, and a slight smile appeared on his usually indifferent face.

Wen Yang gave Wen Xu a bright and brilliant smile.

Then, under the guidance of the host, they left the stage in an orderly manner.

Wen Kairui, who was sitting in the back row, naturally saw Wen Yang's brilliant smile. He could even see the direction of Wen Yang's smile...

Thinking of Wen Xu sitting in the front row, he felt a bitter pain in his heart...

The audience on the side began to stand up and leave one after another.

Wen Kairui was also preparing to hide in the crowd and leave.

At this moment, his personal cell phone suddenly rang.

He took it out and saw that it was Song Cenying calling.

Thinking of how he had rejected Song Cenying's invitation before, and the noisy environment at the moment, he did not answer the phone, letting it ring wildly, waiting for Song Cenying to hang up herself.

Little did he know that his every move was seen by someone not far away.

Seeing Wen Kairui put the phone into his pocket, Song Cenying hung up the phone in disappointment.

He pulled his baseball cap and sunglasses and turned away.

After Wen Kairui got into the car and the surroundings became quiet, he took out his cell phone again and wanted to call Song Cenying back.

But when he called back, he found that Song Cenying's phone was turned off...

Recalling that Song Cenying said two days ago that she had an interview program to be broadcast on Saturday, Wen Kairui called his special assistant Xiao Wu and asked him to inquire about the broadcast time of Song Cenying's program.

After a while, Xiao Wu called back.

But the result was unexpected. Xiao Wu said, "Boss Wen, I just checked with the TV station that Miss Song works for. They said that Miss Song's program originally scheduled for today has been cancelled, and she has also taken a leave of absence."

Hearing this, Wen Kairui frowned, and after a while he replied, "Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work."

After hanging up the phone, he told the driver, "Go to Champs-Elysées."

Xiangxie Yayuan was the single-family villa Wen Kairui had prepared for Song Cenying. It was located in the central city, close to the central theater and Song Cenying's workplace, so the car arrived in no time.

However, when he arrived, he happened to meet Song Cenying who was carrying a suitcase.

Wen Kairui walked forward with a stern look on his face, tightly grasped Song Cenying's wrist, and said in a deep voice: "Where are you going? Why didn't you answer my call?"

Song Cenying looked at him calmly and said calmly, "If you have changed your mind and like Wen Yang, you can just tell me directly and I will disappear from your sight."

"What are you talking about!"

Hearing Song Cenying's reply, Wen Kairui's sharp eyes seemed to be filled with anger, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Song Cenying's wrist.

It was not until Song Cenying cried out in pain that Wen Kairui loosened his grip.

He stared at the large suitcase Song Cenying was dragging and asked again: "Where are you going?"

Song Cenying replied angrily, "It's none of your business."

"As long as I'm here today, don't even think about leaving." Wen Kairui said in a very firm tone.

But Song Cenying didn't take his words seriously. Instead, she took two steps back with a hint of sarcasm and said with a smile, "Then I'll wait until you're not here tomorrow, and then I'll leave."

Wen Kairui seemed to have not expected Song Cenying to have such a sharp tongue. He took two steps back after being blocked by her words. After a long while, he let go of her wrist and said, "Okay, go ahead if you want to."

After saying that, he made way for her.

Song Cenying looked at Wen Kairui who let her go so easily, and a bitter feeling suddenly welled up in her heart.

But her self-esteem would never allow her to bow her head at this moment.

She said goodbye quietly, then left with her suitcase without looking back.

Wen Kairui looked at her leaving back, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what he was feeling.

Why did he care about her like crazy after Wen Yang ignored him?

Wen Yang had no idea that ignoring Wen Kairui would have such an effect.

Heaven and earth, the sun and the moon can bear witness to this, she really doesn't want to interfere in the relationship between Wen Kairui and Song Cenying at all.

At this moment, her dance drama ended perfectly, and Teacher Zhang was preparing to take Wen Yang to meet the leaders of the Longteng Song and Dance Troupe.

Just as he arrived in front of me and was about to introduce me.

But they found a slender girl with superior temperament rushing towards them in the distance.

Wen Yang had no impression of that face.

But Teacher Zhang's expression changed instantly after he saw who was coming.

The schoolgirls behind him chattered quietly: "Isn't Ruan Chun feeling unwell? Why is he here today?"

Only then did Wen Yang realize that the girl who was rushing towards them was Ruan Chun, whom he had only heard of but never seen before.

"Third Uncle!" Ruan Chun called out in a delicate voice towards the leaders.

One of the leaders of the song and dance troupe, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, then looked up at Ruan Xuan.

"Xiaochun, why didn't you perform today?" The middle-aged man had a gentle smile of an elder on his face.

When Ruan Chun heard the question, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Uncle San, I haven't been feeling well lately, so I didn't go on stage..."

As she spoke, she stood right in front of Teacher Zhang and the others, completely covering Wen Yang.

Wen Yang raised the corner of his mouth in disdain and glanced at the figure in front of him.

During the rehearsal, I heard from Teacher Zhang that this girl named Ruan Chun did not ask for leave because of illness.

It's just that the qualification of a girl to perform was not revoked as she wished. She just deliberately gave up the responsibility to Teacher Zhang.

Maybe I came here today just to watch them make a fool of themselves in their dance drama.

But I'm afraid she didn't expect that someone would join in temporarily and get along so well.

Wen Yang felt the strong hostility coming from her and found it inexplicably funny.

In her eyes, Longteng Group is nothing at all.

As far as she knew, Longteng Group's main business scope was in theatrical performances. It would undertake dance performances for some TV stations and some large-scale singing and dancing activities.

From the perspective of an ordinary art student, it is undoubtedly an honor to be able to join such a dance troupe.

But compared with the Wen's Group, the business scale of Longteng Group is not worth mentioning.

There are many banquets with a strong commercial nature that don’t even invite people from the Longteng Group to attend.

Because they are not qualified.

Besides, the original owner had never had any interest in dancing and was too lazy to specifically contact people in the art circle.

At this moment, Wen Yang looked at Ruan Chun who was talking incessantly in front of him, as if he was looking at a frog at the bottom of a well.

I even felt a little pity for him for some unknown reason.