"That''s enough, sister LAN. I don''t want to hear this any more. Go back and have a rest." Mo Yanrui interrupts sister Lan''s persuasion.

    Mrs. LAN shook her head helplessly: "why don''t you let me say that you can''t do without communication, young master."

    She sighed a long time, but Mo Yanrui didn''t continue to talk, so she didn''t continue to talk too much. Now they can''t listen.

    After Mrs. LAN closed the door of her study, Mo Yanrui put out the cigarette end in her hand. After sitting in the room for a long time, he opened the drawer and took out a carefully wrapped design. It''s the blueprint of the dance room on the fifth floor. Although it''s not professional, you can see the painter''s intention. The clumsy strokes outline everything you can imagine in your mind.

    In order to keep up with the rehearsal schedule of the dance company, Mu Qingxuan came back to practice dancing in her room at night. He knew that her room was not suitable for dancing, so he wanted to build a comfortable and elegant dance room for her on the fifth floor. She is like a dancing elf. He wants her to have a sense of ceremony in dancing, and he also wants more places for her to love in this family.

    Recently, she has extended her practice time in the dance company, and he is looking forward to more time at home after the completion of the dance studio at home. Today, however, he realized that she had no time for him. Is there any point in what he did?

    He was so angry that he pressed his lips tightly, grabbed the design with his right hand, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the garbage can.

    Mu Qingxuan had insomnia and wept for a whole night. The next morning, she found that there were many people in suits and standing upright like a tree in the villa.

    From the moment she walked out of the room, her every move was watched. She felt very uncomfortable about it.

    She had breakfast with Xiaochen, and she didn''t see Mo Yanrui until she finished. However, not seeing him now is not necessarily a bad thing for her, so as not to embarrass each other, but Xiaochen has been looking around for her father.

    Mu Qingxuan turned back and waved to sister LAN. She came up to her and asked, "what''s going on today? There seems to be a lot of people in the room."

    Mrs. Lan''s face changed and she was in a bit of a dilemma. She immediately explained, "young master is worried about the safety of you and Xiaochen, so..."

    Mu Qingxuan shook her head and interrupted her: "forget it, sister LAN, don''t talk about it to coax me. He''s looking for me, isn''t he?"

    After Xiaochen finished drinking the milk, Mu Qingxuan looked at her watch and said, "Xiaochen, we went to school."

    "Wait a minute. I''ll send him to school. You can stay at home." Mo Yanrui came down from upstairs in a neat suit, looking a little tired, but his eyes were still cold and sharp at her.

    Mu Qingxuan bit her lip wrongly. What did she do to make him defend her like a thief.

    "Why can''t I send Xiaochen, Mo Yanrui?" She came forward, stubbornly grabbed his sleeve, lowered her voice and said, "you don''t have the right to look at me. I''m not your wife."

    He raised his eyebrows, and his face became tighter.

    "Before we discuss whether I have such rights, please think about your parents."

    Mu Qingxuan nuzui, sneer: "in addition to threatening me with this, can you still have something new?"

    "It''s enough to work, isn''t it?" He snorted, hugged Xiaochen and went out.

    Seeing their interaction, Mrs. LAN couldn''t hide her worries, but she couldn''t think of any way to help them.

    In the training room of Lingyue dance group

    "the modification of the midsummer night dream has been completed. Next, we have to work hard. After the performance of shuiyuetian, the fans have high expectations for us. We can''t ruin our accumulated good reputation."

    Zhen Ming is going to explain the revised part to them. Gu Nuan raises his hand: "chief, elder martial sister Qingxuan hasn''t come back yet. Do we have to wait or will you tell her later?"

    Mu Qingxuan is the heroine of this "midsummer night''s dream" dance drama, and her position is very important.

    "Oh, I have another thing to announce. Qingxuan is not feeling well these days. She may not be able to perform in this dance drama. I will confirm the news again. If she really can''t be on the stage, the position of the heroine will have to be re elected immediately."

    Everyone was very surprised to hear the news. This mu Qingxuan was fine yesterday. How could she be so sick today that she even gave up her dance drama more than a week later.

    "Is elder martial sister Qingxuan OK?" When Gu Nuan heard the news, he broke down and asked anxiously.

    "Yes, chief, is Qingxuan OK? What''s wrong with her? Wasn''t she OK yesterday? Why don''t we go and see her? "

    Mu Qingxuan''s good relationship with the regiment was revealed immediately.

    Zhen Ming put on a embarrassed expression: "this I''m not sure yet. It''s her family who asked for her leave. It''s probably an anxious illness. Let''s let her take good care of her first. Don''t disturb her all the time. "

    After hearing this, they nodded in agreement.

    After Zhen Ming told them about some choreographic changes, the two deputy commanders came to call him away.Gu Nuan always thinks that there is something wrong with it, so she sneaks out of the bathroom to eavesdrop on the conversation of the three leaders. Maybe she can find some clues.

    "It''s not a good temporary replacement. Qingxuan is the most popular actress among fans. Her publicity effect is very good. Without her, I''m worried that the attendance will suffer Waterloo." Zhang Shuo, deputy head of the group, expressed his worries.

    Zhen Ming paced solemnly in front of them: "if I have a choice, I certainly don''t want to change it, but now the fact is that Qingxuan can''t be in this dance drama."

    "What''s wrong with her? It''s too serious to recover for a week or two? If she can come back to rehearse next week, I think there will be a play

    Zhang Shuo never wanted to give up the box office guarantee of Mu Qingxuan.

    Zhen Ming sighed: "you have been asking. There are only three of us here. I will tell you the truth. She''s not sick at all. Have you heard about Mo Yanrui? "

    The two deputy commanders looked at each other and shook their heads.

    Zhen Ming rolled his eyes, but he didn''t blame them. He knew that they were not interested in business affairs.

    "Have you heard of Lingrui group?"

    This time, Zhang Shuo nodded: "the consortium that has been developing at an amazing speed in the past two years. But does that have anything to do with what we''re talking about? " He was puzzled.

    "Mo Yanrui is the president of Lingrui group and has a close relationship with Qingxuan. Today, he called to tell me that Qingxuan would not return to the dance troupe for some time. I asked why, but he didn''t disclose it. He only told me that Qingxuan was not feeling well. Don''t let out this news. Their group has also laid out the cultural industry recently. It''s not good for us to offend him. "

    After telling the truth, Zhen Ming still tells his two subordinates to cover their mouths tightly.