Huo Ye’s Little Wild Cat is Fierce and Cute

Huo Lingye began to write poems:

"I just want to listen to the year-old violin and the flies on the stage, hurry up and get it down!

Lighting engineer, please shine the light on our Sui Sui!

Cameraman, please give us more shots! "

In the audience, it seemed that only Huo Lingye was very excited, and only praised Jiang's years of age.

He looked to his side and saw Li Sijue's face sullen.

Li Sijue's face at the moment was the same as the ice cubes that kept spreading cold outside.

"Ajue, what's your face? Be happy!"

Li Sijue frowned, "Sui Sui is usually in Huozhai, do you practice piano?"

Huo Lingye replied: "I don't know, because of this old witch recently~"

For the last three words, he lowered his voice, only lifted his chin, and motioned that he was pointing at Huo Jingxian, who was sitting in front of him.

Huo Jingxian heard it and pressed the corners of her lips displeased.

"I seldom go to Huozhai. Let me tell you, our lovely year-old princess not only knows the violin, but also the electronic piano, drums, guitar, flute..."

Huo Lingye praised Jiang Suisui. Before he could finish speaking, Li Sijue said coldly:

"I don't know what she is pulling on it."

Li Sijue was very angry. He knew that Jiang Suisui's violin was superb, but this time, on such a grand stage at the National Grand Theater, she played too badly!

"What are you talking about?! Do you dare to question my violin level?!" Huo Lingye became angry.

Li Sijue frowned into Sichuan.

"Do you know how many people are watching this performance now? This is the first performance in China two years after Tian Wu Ji!

Those who are sitting at the scene are all elites in the industry, but Jiang Suisui's performance this time..."

"You are not allowed to say that my family is years old! Li Sijue, you can insult me ​​as much as you want! But you can't call me a goddess!!"

Huo Lingye grabbed Li Sijue's collar and also covered the opponent's mouth.

Li Sijue wanted to pull his hand away, but finally gave up.

He just felt puzzled and disappointed with Jiang Suisui.

How could she play the violin so casually on such an occasion...

"What is that violin pulling! Get off the stage!"

"I can't watch this show, I ask for a refund!"

"Replace that violinist! I want to start the show again!"

In the auditorium, many spectators were already protesting loudly.

At this moment, even the viewers who watched the live broadcast were scolding:

"Xi Lin unexpectedly overturned her car, she should sing and play some violin!"

"Ye Qinghuan's beautiful dance was ruined by the discordant sound of the violin!"

"Hurry up and change the violinist! Don't be embarrassed on the stage!"

The curse continued for three or four minutes, until the end of the first concerto, and the curse from the audience surged in waves.

"Substitution!"

"Substitution!"

"The violinist gets off the stage!"

"Hurry up!"

Amid the noise, the other musicians of the orchestra frowned and looked at Jiang Suisui with dissatisfaction.

As the saying goes, a piece of mouse **** ruined a pot of porridge because Jiang Sui-sui made their performance so bad.

At this time, the man in the middle seat of the first row of the auditorium raised one of his hands.

He faces the stage, with his back to all the audience behind him.

But he only raised his hand, such a silent movement, so that all the noise around him was extinguished...