The next afternoon.


    Anyan participated in the rehearsal, just so ensemble a song, can and everyone perfect fusion together.


    All of us look at an Yan with new eyes, and Zhang Quanfeng nods his head frequently.


    "It''s a treasure this time, and it''s a great treasure." Zhang Quanfeng thought of the conversation in the coffee shop, and now he saw that Anyan was still sweating.


    Anyan looked at Zhang Quanfeng and nodded to him, "Hello, Mr. Zhang."


    "Miss mu, the performance just now is perfect. You have skillfully taken over the part of harp ensemble. You are really good in just one or two days. I don''t think there will be any problem in the formal performance tomorrow evening."


    Anyan smiles at Zhang Quanfeng, and then says again, "maybe it''s because the harp has become a part of my life, so I''m so familiar with it."


    It''s just... This performance should be her last performance to say goodbye to her beloved harp.


    He Yiqing''s affair has been making a lot of noise in Jingjiang City. The heat has not been reduced, but it continues to rise, as if no one wants to suppress the news. Everyone seems to be watching a joke and looking at he Yiqing who has nothing in front of him.


    Anyan looks at all kinds of hot searches and comments about he Yiqing on her mobile phone. She bites her lower lip and wrinkles her delicate eyebrow.


    Is it really exciting to succeed in revenge at the beginning?


    Anyan suddenly began to laugh. In fact, she didn''t... on the contrary, she felt more and more heavy.


    She sighed and stood by the window of the rehearsal hall, looking at the blue sky.


    Tomorrow night''s performance, will he come?


    Anyan still secretly hopes him to come back, because this final performance is also her farewell performance to him.


    "Mu Anyan, the second rehearsal begins!" One side of the staff out of the voice called an Yan''s name.


    "Well, good." After Anyan recovered, he immediately answered and then walked to the side of the stage.


    All the performers are in their places. At the moment when the harp sounds, all the musical instruments suddenly pour in, and then merge perfectly


    When the sound of the harp falls, the sound of the harp starts again. In this empty auditorium, the sound of the harp is lingering, especially ethereal


    Under the dim stage lights, Anyan''s mood suddenly dropped to the lowest point.


    When the rehearsal ended and she came out of the auditorium, Anyan took a deep breath and looked at the words on the electronic display outside the auditorium.


    ——At 7 p.m. on January 12, century performance is waiting for you!


    "January 12..." an Yan light voice, delicate eyebrows suddenly wrinkled a little tight.


    As if she had thought of something, Anyan''s heart seemed to be pounded. Then she quickened her pace and walked towards the wool market. Now it''s too late to catch up!


    She used the fastest speed to get to the wool market, found the shop before, and chose the color before.


    "Is the scarf finished last time?" The landlady talked with Anyan when she was looking for wool.


    Anyan didn''t know how to answer for a moment. She could only tell a white lie


    "Does your husband like it?"


    "Well..." I hope he will like it.


    "No wonder you bought it this time! Are you sure you want the same color as last time? "


    "Yes, please." Anyan looks at the landlady very embarrassed.


    The landlady shook her head with a smile. "It''s OK."


    Looking for about three or five minutes later, the landlady handed the wool to an Yan, "here, is it this color?"


    Anyan nodded, "yes, thank you."


    "You''re welcome. Your husband just likes it. Having such a good wife like you must be a blessing from last life!"


    Anyan didn''t know what to say except smile. After paying, she said goodbye to her boss and left the wool market.


    Her nose is a little sour and her eyes are very sour.


    He knew her. It was not a blessing. It was misfortune. It was full of misfortune


    Fortunately, this kind of misfortune is coming to an end soon.


    At the moment when the tears were about to fall, Anyan swallowed all the tears.


    She is stubborn and won''t let a tear fall.


    Mu Anyan, maybe this is the end you should have, your final destiny.


    ……


    Scenery, villa.


    "Mr. He, it has been confirmed that the harpist who will perform tomorrow night is indeed Miss mu."


    "Well." He Yun answered, and then told Wu Yang, "prepare 520 flower baskets for the performance tomorrow, and wish the performance a success."


    "Yes." Wu Yang nodded, "I''ll get ready right away."


    "Find me the least impressive position."


    Wu Yang was stunned. He thought he had heard wrong and asked, "ah? Mr. He, would you like to sit in the most humble position? "


    "Cut the crap and go


    "Well." Wu Yang once again answered, "I promise to do it for you, you can rest assured!"


    "There are enough things you can''t handle properly. If you can''t handle such trifles properly, you can go home and farm ahead of time."


    "..." Wu Yang lowered his head in shame, and his efficiency really declined a lot.


    The jade pendant of he xunfan was discovered by He Yun when he inspected the scene of the fire fighting.


    He didn''t find such an important clue. Wu Yang is very ashamed now.


    Wu Yang thought of the most important thing, and immediately said: "by the way, I have found all the information about President he and Fang Shu!"


    "He said


    "It''s no wonder president he thinks Fang Shu''s name is familiar. All the people in the mysterious organization who kidnapped he sanshao were surnamed Fang, and it''s strange that there was not much information about Fang Shu, as if it had been maliciously erased, and nothing could be found, but... Fang Shu should have something to do with the mysterious organization who kidnapped he sanshao."


    Heyun''s mouth was cold, and his appearance was even more terrible.


    "Oh, and I asked Meng Zhihan if she found anything related to he sanshao. Meng Zhihan said that Fang Shu called Xun, the man in the mask, but he didn''t know which word was Xun. She followed Fang Shu and called him brother Xun.... "


    Wu Yang stopped for a few seconds and said again, "when the rape drama was on, Fang Shu took someone to save Meng Zhihan. It was the mask man who meant it. It seems that the mask man is not a man without conscience!"


    "Xun." Heyun''s deep thin lips opened slightly, and cold spit out a monosyllabic word.


    If it''s he xunfan, he is afraid that he will aim the gun at his brother.


    He Yun''s deep eyes were chilly little by little, and those deep eyes were deep and terrible, which made people cringe.