I hinted that Chen Qinghan would catch the handkerchief this time and see if the plot could proceed normally.

He changed his hug to his back and took the handkerchief with me on his back. The girl on the stage smiled shyly, covered her mouth and retreated into the backstage.

"I said dear, you played the role of... Could it be the big money owner?" I hugged Chen Qinghan's neck, put my chin on his shoulder, and looked down at the handkerchief in his hand, with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered on it.

The guests around him all looked at Chen Qinghan with envy, and some stood up to congratulate him.

Congratulations to him for being favored by the poster. I almost laughed out loud. The poster’s favor? Is Chen Qinghan the poster the class?

Chen Qinghan had already finished what he wanted to say. At this time, he was not in a hurry to invite everyone to gather, so he asked the guests who congratulated him, where did the joy come from?

The guest smiled and said, "The author has been alone for many years and has never looked down on them, such mediocre people. I like you today!"

In the past, the boss seemed to be the headmaster and the character was the boss. Who was not called the owner of the post? Could it be that the girl in blue was the owner of the building?

It is possible that the Lord of the Demon Tower.

There are no records about theaters in the Dead Town. Why do star-chasers love to listen to operas so much? After they die, they don’t care and rush to climb to listen to operas. There may be other things in it.

The guest who congratulated Chen Qinghan, looked at him and squinted his mouth, and told him to go quickly.

"Where do you go?" I asked for Chen Qinghan.

"You girl, be careful that your sister will deal with you again." The guest glared at me and sat down to continue eating and drinking.

Where did I get my sister? Do I have a sister in this role? But in this building, I and the girl in blue are women, oh, and there is also a toad, Miss Jinjin.

Chen Qinghan asked how to walk in the backstage with his back, and the waiter saw him carrying me on his back, his expression was the same as the customer, as if I was causing trouble again and was about to be dealt with by my sister.

At this time, a scream came from the kitchen, and then a ping-pong fight sounded. Listening to the sound, it seemed like a fight in pots and pans.
Chapter completed!