Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

When two people entered, they passed through the ticket gate and were watched all the time.

Meng Yutang couldn't see clearly with his hat on, but Zhou Beicheng's handsome face was exposed in the air, and anyone who walked by couldn't help but take a second look.

When you walk in, there are more people.

The noisy people gathered in the square.

They came late and could only stand at the back.

This kind of music festivals are all in order, first come, first served, and there is no place, they are all standing there, crowded with people.

Zhou Beicheng carefully protected her and frowned.

He raised his hand and took out his mobile phone to make a call, but Meng Yutang held it down.

No, we'll leave after Xiaoling is over.

Meng Ling is ranked third, and it won't be long.

Zhou Beicheng watched her put away her phone, and people kept pouring in.

Someone had already appeared on the stage in the distance, and harsh music sounded.

The artists this time are all from various companies. Meng Ling is not well-known now, so he can only accept some such activities first.

But there were also people who came for him at the scene. Seeing a few girls holding banners with his name in their hands, Meng Yutang couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips.

They slowly became middle positions as someone kept re-entering the field.

Maybe it was the first one to go on stage to warm up the scene. The group artists of the first group sang five songs on the stage before going down.

But the place has also heated up, and the people around can't help but become restless.

Meng Yutang was always protected by Zhou Beicheng in his arms, he bent slightly and approached her ear: Are you tired?

Meng Yutang couldn't help laughing, she wasn't so weak either.

Shake your head.

I just can't see the stage, because there are more tall people in front, and she is a small one.

There are also girls around who complain.

I can't even see the stage.

The boyfriend couldn't help comforting: How about I hug you.

Then how tired you are.

It's okay, you sit on my shoulder so you can see it.

The girl hesitated, her boyfriend had already squatted down, and she sat on his shoulder eager to see it, and then was carried up.

The girl smiled happily, holding her boyfriend's hand tightly with both hands.

Zhou Beicheng glanced at it.

He squatted slightly, then clasped Meng Yutang's waist with both hands and lifted her up.

The moment Meng Yutang was stunned, he knew what he was going to do, and immediately sat on his shoulder in cooperation to prevent him from tossing about.

He was tall, and Meng Yutang was sitting on his shoulders, almost the tallest person in the audience. She was still in the middle, the best viewing position.

When Meng Ling came out, he immediately saw a tall man in the middle, wearing a hat.

The body shape was also very familiar, and he couldn't help but smile.

The girls who came for him couldn't help walking forward, and the surroundings became a little crowded in an instant, but Zhou Beicheng remained steady.

It seems that he can feel that this person is not kind, and the people around him avoid any contact with him even if they are crowded.

The boy on the stage had dressed up specially.

The whole person looks energetic.

He actually prepared an old song for his first song, Mice Love Rice.

Hearing the title of the song, laughter can be heard throughout the venue.

But because they were familiar with it, everyone sang along, and the scene sounded spectacular.

I love you, love you, like a mouse loves rice...

The young man on the stage had a gentle voice, and halfway through he raised his hand towards Meng Yutang to show a big heart.

Meng Yutang smiled, and actually raised his hand to imitate him and returned one.