The male host Shen Ji said humorously, "I came from the residents of Yuhua District. My fifty-year-old uncle is now. It is an honor to be able to cooperate with the young Beijing University student. Our party today is. It is full of youthful vivacity, as well as the vigor of the elderly, looking for harmony in different styles. It shows that young people and old people can also have fun together."
Thousands of spectators in the audience burst into laughter because of his humor.
Shen Jie continued, "Everyone will get old. In fact, the elderly are also very interesting. I hope that todays party can promote more young people to care for the elderly and love them."
The hostess Mo Shanshan answered, "The following is the first show, the dance "City of Dreams", provided by the Fengwu Elderly Group in Yuhua District, welcome everyone!"
The two hosts walked sideways behind the scenes, and more than a dozen old women in their fifties who wore green show-belly dance clothes took the stage, set up their dance poses, and danced lightly in the hazy dance music...
Then the second show was the bamboo flute solo by Huang Tao, the head of the Music Department of Beijing University...
After watching six or seven programs in a row, the audience from time to time looked towards the empty seats of the best viewing seats on the second floor, only to see Fang Xinxin, who was covered in ghost mud, but did not see Bai Qinghao.
[Why didn't the national male **** come? I'm here to see Bai Qinghao...] Someone went to the Beijing University Forum to directly Aite Fang Xinxin. ,
[After watching a boring show for a long time, there are half stars, so I'm really impatient. Isn't there news that Bai Qinghao will come? Otherwise, this public event will not watch such boring programs.
[This young master also came to see Mr. Bai's demeanor. It's okay to learn from his extravagance. Is President Bai coming? I'm leaving without coming.
At the Beijing University Forum, people complain from time to time that there are more and more people of "Aite" Fang Xinxin.
Fang Xinxin also clicked to open the forum and watched, sitting in the audience seat on the second floor condescendingly, watching the crowds of spectators eagerly toward this.
The vocals at the party were too loud, so she had to post back on the forum:
[Bai Qinghao is very busy. He said he would come, but didn't say the specific time. If you can't wait, let's go first.
[The male **** will come, we still have to wait. From time to time, someone Aite reposts her.
Sun Jiamu was also browsing the forum and said to Xinxin, who was sitting next to him, "My dear, the pressure of being a fiance of a national male **** is really great. I will look for someone in the future, I will definitely not find such a sensation, so I dont have to make every move. Being stared at."
Fang Xinxin was also helpless, Bai Qinghao was too kind to her, protecting and loving her with his life.
He was born aloft, like a king.
She will not stay away from him for any reason. Her biggest wish is to grow old with him.
Suddenly, on the red carpet at the entrance, there appeared neatly lined up and expressionless bodyguards with guns in black suits.
Everyone, including the host on the stage, looked towards the entrance.
A tall, tall and stalwart Bai Qinghao walked into the scene in a black suit. He seemed to be walking on the moon, cold and noble, and the natural coldness of the forest seemed to make the temperature of the entire Great Hall a thin layer. Frost.
It is as cool as the emperor high above, which makes people admire and fearful at the first glance.
The 6,000-person Great Hall was silent, and almost everyone moved with Bai Qinghao's unhurried, unhurried figure.
Bai Qinghao's cold figure walked to the empty seat next to Fang Xinxin, and the bodyguard Liu Li immediately put a pair of dark gold high-end embroidered cushions on the seat.