Chapter 188: Yaya

Qiao Xiaoxin and Qiao Laner waved to the fans enthusiastically like a pair of sisters.

When approaching the back and the stage, a dark shadow suddenly rushed up and shouted at Qiao Laner, "Yaya, Yaya..."

Originally, the crowd was not as surging as before. They consciously stood on the periphery and did not dare to squeeze any more, but this figure suddenly rushed up, which caught the security guards a little unprepared, but after all, they reacted quickly and immediately came forward to stop the shadow.

Qiao Xiaoxin fixed her eyes and was surprised to find that the man was actually a 40 or 50-year-old uncle, but his clothes were very ordinary, with white temples and as thin as firewood.

Men of this age are not like city people, let alone those who will pay for tickets to watch concerts.

And the old man's cry is very special, with a sense of sadness and ecstasy. The abundant feelings make people sad, and they are not like the simple love of fans.

"Yaya, Yaya..."

The security guards tried their best to stop the old man. Qiao Xiaoxin looked at Qiao Laner and saw her body tremble slightly, and a trace of strangeness flashed in her eyes. Then, she stepped forward without looking back.

"Yaya, wait a minute, Yaya..." The man howled loudly. Qiao Xiaoxin frowned and looked at Qiao Laner doubtfully, but Qiao Laner turned around and smiled at the man. "Uncle, you have the wrong person. I'm not Yaya. I'm Qiao Lan'er."

"Yaya, I don't blame you for changing your name to Qiao Laner. I know you want to make money. But now your mother is gone. Whether you have money or not, as long as you are still there. Yaya, my daughter, shouldn't have fallen like this... Go home with your father."

The whole audience fell silent and watched the scene strangely.

"Isn't that old man crazy? What do you call our Lan Er Yaya?" Someone whispered underneath.

Joe Laner shook her head at the man, "You really recognized the wrong person."

"Yaya, I've been saving your photos. How can my daughter recognize the wrong person? I've been looking for you for five years, Yaya. Look, I still have a family portrait of us taking together seven years ago. Your mother can't see you for the last time before she dies. After her death, you also have to see her, so that she won't be at peace all the time.

The old man's face was full of hope and joy, as well as bitterness.

A trace of irritability and violence flashed on Qiao Lan's face. "Stop talking, uncle, I'm not your daughter."

Then Qiao Laner ran into the back stage.

The old man was stunned by Qiao Laner's roar, and stood like a wooden chicken. Qiao Xiaoxin saw that the old man trembled all over, with a pair of turbid eyes, and all hope was lost. "Yaya, you have never admired that vanity since you were a child, and have always been a filial and kind daughter. Why did you come out for a few years and not contact your family and change? Is money really so important?

Someone took pictures of the back of the old man and Qiao Laner.

Qiao Xiaoxin's full joy dissipated a lot because of the old man. Seeing Qiao Laner step down, she quickly followed her into the back stage, and then heard Qiao Laner roaring loudly, "All those who took my photos just now are asked to be deleted."

Xiaotao comforted, "A madman, what's your name?" Don't worry about him. Just let the security guard kick him out.

Qiao Xiaoxin was about to comfort her, but she was hugged by a warm embrace. Then dragged her into the lounge next to him.

This is a lounge dedicated to them.

"Xinxin, you are great today! It's beautiful! You let me know that the woman around me turned out to be a fairy. You are my goddess, singing better than I thought. Rong Heng's sweet words poured into Qiao Xiaoxin's ears without money.

The corners of Qiao Xiaoxin's mouth raised a trace of curvature, smelling the familiar smell on his body, and felt relieved.

"Are you tired?" Rong Heng hugged her, pressed her into the lounge chair, and then began to squat down and take off her shoes for her.

Qiao Xiaoxin had never seen such a gentle Rong Heng. She was a little shocked for a moment. She bowed her head and looked into Rong Heng's warm eyes, and a trace of sweetness rose in her heart.

"I'll do it myself." Qiao Xiaoxin never dared to let Rong Heng change her shoes for herself. What's more, Qiao Xiaoxin is really worried about whether someone's sudden hospitality will have an unspeakable purpose.

Qiao Xiaoxin clearly knows that a man's desire for a woman standing on the clouds.

She knew that she had achieved a lot of attention on the stage just now, which also made many people think badly about her, including Rong Heng.

Qiao Xiaoxin knows the psychology of men very well, so now she is looking at Rong Heng with a kind of anti-wolf eyes.

Rong Heng held her feet, gently put on her shoes, and then stood up gracefully. His lips slightly hooked, "Okay, you have a good rest here. What can you call the little girl outside?" I still have something to deal with first."

Qiao Xiaoxin was surprised to see Rong Heng turn around and leave gracefully, looking at the door, which was gently closed by him. It was not until the tall and handsome figure disappeared that she began to be funny for herself just now.

Jiao began to remove her makeup. Because she often had to put on makeup in the play, she was also familiar with makeup removal.

After removing her makeup, Qiao Xiaoxin opened the door to look for Xiaotao.

I didn't expect to see the security guard in front of me stopping the old man at the corner.

At this time, the crowd at the concert has dispersed, and the security guards are not as busy as they were just now, so it is easy to stop an old man.

"Don't stop him, let me talk to him. After all, I participated in the concert. I'll call you when I need it." Qiao Lan'er and Yue's voice sounded.

Several security guards looked at each other and then retreated.

Qiao Laner stood coldly, "Uncle, you really got the wrong person, but if you have anything to say, just say it as soon as possible. I can do it, and I will definitely help you. If I can't do it, I can only apologize."

"Yaya, you... why did you forget your father?" The old man's face was painful and full of tears.

"Yaya, are you coerced? Did something happen to you? The old man approached Qiao Lan'er and reached out to take her hand.

Qiao Xiaoxin had to admire Qiao Lan's patience. In the face of a completely strange entanglement, she can be so indulged, but the old man's appearance is really pitiful and makes people feel hidden.

Qiao Laner dodged the old man's hand, "Uncle, how much do you want? I'll give it to you. Go back and enjoy yourself. Don't look for your daughter. If she wants to go home, she will naturally go back.

"Yaya, I don't want money. I just want my daughter to go home."

qiao Laner took a step back and said, "Come on, take him back." Don't hurt people."

The security guards immediately rushed out and dragged the old man out.

"Yaya, let's go home. There is no need to treat your mother anymore, and we don't need to use any more money. Yaya..." The old man was still shouting hard.

The hoarse voice, with incomparable pain and desolation, made people sad, "Child, how can you not recognize me?"

Qiao Xiaoxin looked at the old man's thin face and felt a little sad. Even if she knew that the old man was just a madman who recognized the wrong person.

The security guards pushed the old man away, but the old man's strength was so powerful that he wanted to break in. "Yaya, go away quickly. I want to see my daughter..."

The old man shouted, Qiao Xiaoxin shook her head and met a madman who was a little wise and recognized the wrong person, which was really a headache.

I don't know if the old man who appeared at the concert tonight will make people write scris?

However, the old man is obviously not Qiao Lan's father, and no one will take a madman seriously.

"Yaya, Dad just wants you to go home. Go home, Dad loves you very much, and your grandparents miss you very much..."

Qiao Xiaoxin heard the old man's sad voice and gradually disappeared.

Qiao Laner stood up, expressionless, stepped on sevencm high heels, and walked gracefully past Qiao Xiaoxin.

She does not squint and wears a performance dress with an elegant posture, but with a coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Joe Laner is completely different from what he usually sees. Qiao Xiaoxin wanted to say hello to Qiao Lan'er, but Qiao Lan'er looked flat, but she didn't pay any attention to Qiao Xiaoxin, who was beside her and at the top of the stairs.

Qiao Xiaoxin ended her hand with some boredom, and then walked in the direction of Qiao Laner.

She was going to enter the lounge inside to find Xiaotao, but she stopped in the corridor and quietly followed Qiao Laner.

Qiao Laner hid in a remote corner and suddenly squatted down. Her straight body just now leaned softly against the corner of the wall.

There was a trace of despair and sadness on her calm face. She lowered her head, buried her face in her knees, and then her body trembled slightly.

Qiaoxin guessed that Qiao Laner was crying. She looked at Qiao Laner's thin body in surprise and couldn't figure out why she was so sad.

Since she met Qiao Lan'er, she has felt that Qiao Lan'er is simple, harmless, and has not too much sadness or experience.

Qiao Laner has been living very seriously and has never cried so helplessly as today. Just now, she was still pretending to be calm. She seemed to be very calm and strong. She did not have the joy after the success of the concert, and there was no trouble of being harassed by the old man.

Is this crying with joy?

But Qiao Xiaoxin's intuition is not joy, but sadness.

Her nose is sore. Somehow, there is nothing sad, but she is infected by Qiao Laner and wants to cry.

A long figure appeared beside Qiao Laner.

The man put his hand in his pocket in an elegant posture and a little slang.

"Get up." Rong Heng's voice, with a firm force and a little gentleness.

Qiao Xiaoxin's eyes widened in surprise. Such a Rongheng has never appeared. To be precise, it has never appeared in front of outsiders.

She remembered that Rong Heng always had a gentle smile or a dull and cold smile when facing outsiders, especially to Qiao Laner. It has never been as close and encouraging as it is today.

In private, does Rong Heng have this attitude towards Qiao Lan'er?