Now there is less than an hour left before twelve o'clock.

On the last day of the year, Qiao Junxi had to take his beloved wife home, and then the two of them ushered in a new year together in the New Year countdown.

It's nothing about the sense of ritual.

I just listen to the weather forecast that heavy fog will drop at night.

What if the fog is too big and his wife can't find her way home?

"Where is this?" Zhao Qingyan looked at the street scene on the roadside. This seemed to be not the way home.

However, the streets are much more lively than usual. The Christmas festive atmosphere has not yet passed, and the New Year atmosphere has come again.

Passers-by were chatting and laughing in groups of three or three, or holding firework sticks in their hands, which was extremely cheerful.

"You will know later." Of course, Qiao Junxi still prepared the show. Otherwise, wouldn't their first New Year's Eve be too dull?

It took fifteen minutes to reach the Olympic Sports Center.

The three-dimensional surround sound faintly came from the venue made Zhao Qingyan suddenly understand Qiao Junxi's intention, "New Year's Eve concert?"

Qiao Junxi smiled unanimously, held her hand tightly, and tied her fingers together. Then she led her to the venue.

Every year, the TV station’s New Year’s Eve concert invites many heavyweight singers.

As soon as they entered the venue, Zhao Qingyan's familiar singing sounded. The singer was her favorite singer, Zhang Yun. Although she was in her forties, she was both good-looking and had a good manners.

The reason why Zhao Qingyan likes his songs is because he starts with his appearance, falls into talent, and finally has character.

He was born in an artistic family and cultivated nobility, but never arrogant. He has been full of respect for the art of music for decades. He has always used his life to create, and is by no means sensational.

He rarely holds concerts or participates in activities, so this is the first time Zhao Qingxian has listened to his singing on the spot.

Zhao Qingyan was extremely surprised and her eyes were shining. She had been busy with work these days and had no idea that he was invited to sing at the New Year's Eve concert.

"Follow me." Qiao Junxi pulled her forward and slowly approached the inner field area.

Zhao Qingyan stared at the stage attentively, listening to the idol's natural sound, and unconsciously let Qiao Junxi pull her forward.

Until Qiao Junxi's thick and magnetic voice came to his ears, "Sit down."

sit?

They are here so late, can they still have a place to sit?

Zhao Qingyan subconsciously withdrew his gaze from the stage, but found that he was in the front row at this moment. The two positions in the middle of the first row were empty!

"You?" So Qiao Junxi had already snatched these two most expensive positions?

"Sit down. Otherwise you will block others." Qiao Junxi pulled her down and made a sorry expression to the audience in the back seats.

The audience in the back row accidentally glanced at him, but was stunned!

This...this...this...this...this...isn't this the legendary Qiao Junxi?

So handsome.

Zhang Yun sang three songs in succession.

Zhao Qingyan sat nearest to the stage, listening to her idol's singing. When she was closest, she was no more than one meter away from her idol. You can imagine how excited Zhao Qingyan was.

After Zhang Yun got off the stage, Zhao Qingyan still felt a little unsatisfied.

After listening to Zhang Yun's singing, Qiao Junxi took Zhao Qingyan away.

When I arrived home, it was just 11:59.

Qiao Junxi turned on the lights, and the villa was brightly lit, filled with the platycodon flowers that Zhao Qingyan liked, blooming the whole house, so dazzling and warm.

Zhao Qingyan was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of him, and the bell at midnight in the New Year was ringing.

"Mrs. Qiao, Happy New Year!" What fell with Qiao Junxi's sexy voice was his shallow kiss.---off topic---

Let me preview that I will use my ultimate move tomorrow. Everyone is mentally prepared.
Chapter completed!