Vol 47 Chapter 4709: Baiying Qianji
| | |->-> Si Siyin stands at the door of Paramount.
Her exquisite and delicate clothes did not match the poor fragrance of the powder here. So that when people pass by her, they subconsciously avoid.
The hand holding the gift box bag tightened and tightened again, and finally stood in front of Chu Qingwan.
The person who stood on the stage waiting for her reward, now stands in front of her ...
"Ma'am, I like this gift very much. Please say thank you to the young master for me and thank him for your love." Chu Qingwan's complexion was soft and her smile was gentle, but she looked at Shen Siyin's eyes with A touch of sympathy and mercy.
In front of her eyes, Shen Siyin just wanted to escape, but ...
"You ... still have something?" Chu Qingwan asked.
The decent and elegant smile on her face was cracked every inch, and the words of Si Yin were embarrassed, and she hurried up from her heart ...
Her voice was very low: "I ... girl Chu, you ... can you teach me, teach me opera?"
"Singing?" Chu Qingwan was surprised.
是 "Yes," Shen Siyin gritted her teeth, "Zong Han said that he wanted to listen to me, so I wanted to learn from you ..."
Chu Chuqingwan was surprised more.
She has a charming and charming face, especially under the light, her eyes are flowing and she is full of charm. But with surprise, mercy,
Sarcasm ...
Si Yin's fingers trembled slightly.
A small face was pale, his fingertips were cold, and his body wrapped in fur quickly cooled down.
好 "Okay, Madam I will teach, what does Madam want to learn?"
Uh ...
Ye Ye, long.
Shen Siyin and Chu Qingwan practiced on the quiet, unmanned platform, walking, speaking, and under the lights.
Voice came from the open, long and quiet ...
His throat was dumb, his body was sweating coldly, and her small face became paler and paler, like paper ...
"Thinking about the past, I still hate it ... When I go, I will spend the flowers like brocade ... Today's willow willow ..."
"嘭 ——"
A loud bang,
Chu Chuqing looked back to her, and when she looked back, she saw a pondering Yin falling on the table.
"Madam!" She was shocked.
Si Yinyin curled up on the table, bowed into shrimp, and her thin body could not shake, "Madam, what's wrong with you?" Chu Qingwan wanted to reach out and support her, but Shen Siyin waved her hands.
"It's all right."
Her pain, forbearance, it passed.
The pain of gnawing bones, the sweat on her forehead, Chu Qingwan looked startled, trying to shout, but was dragged by her: "No, no need to call people, this is my old problem ..."
I don't know how long it has passed, Shen Siyin's body finally stopped shaking, and her face was slightly better.
"Mrs. Is this ... gastric cancer?" Chu Qingwan said suddenly.
Shen Siyin raised her eyes.
Wu Chuqingwan said, "My sister, she also left with gastric cancer ..."
Contemplation Yin bitter lips and teeth, the chance of cure for gastric cancer is almost zero ... she nodded. Chu Qingwan set about supporting her, and her complexities revealed: "Young Master ... Do you know?"
"I don't know," Shen Siyin laughed.
Chu Chuqing wrinkled her lips, wondering what she wanted to say for a while. Yesterday, Xiao Shaoshuai's disgust and dislike for Shen Siyin naturally looked in her eyes. If he knew Shen Siyin's body ... would he still treat her like this?
Maybe, maybe not ...
After all, Si Yinyin has done a lot of evil ...
Divinely, she heard Shen Siyin's words again: "I asked the girl Chu to help me conceal this. I don't want him to know."
"..."
"Girl Chu ... Thank you."
In the face of such begging eyes, Chu Qingwan finally nodded.
"Let's go, Girl Chu." Shen Siyin stood up. She still remembers Xiao Zonghan's request ... Under such a physical condition, she still has to learn to sing on her own ...
多 How painful people with advanced gastric cancer are, Chu Qingwan has seen it with his own eyes. It was because she had seen it that she did not understand why Shen Siyin insisted on insisting!
I told Xiao Zonghan, wasn't it?
"he likes."
A word, three words.
喜欢 He likes it, just because of such a ridiculous and sad reason, Shen Siyin supported her ill body, and learned to sing with her on such a place on a cold winter night.
Chu Chuqingwan's eyelashes moved slightly, and she could see that Shen Siyin was running out of time.
This woman ...
Holding Shen Siyin's hand tightly, Chu Qingwan sighed slightly: "No need, Madam sings, it is good enough."
