Chapter 371 You almost forgot who your brother is?

The doorbell rang, followed by a voice: "Hello, courier."

Qin Mu went to open the door, closed the door after signing for the package, and walked into the living room while looking at the information on the express delivery note.

Then he handed it to Meng Anran, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa eating a fruit plate: "Yu Minjing sent it."

"Oh, it should be a concert pass." Meng Anran put down the fruit plate, tore open the seal on the cardboard document bag, and took out the contents.

Five passes and one document.

She handed the pass to Qin Mu and began to look through the documents.

Inside is the sheet music and promotional arrangements for Qiao Yichen's new song. This concert is the first stop for the new song's release.

Qin Mu counted on his fingers and asked, "Is the number wrong?"

"My brother said before that he would bring Yanyan in, and he has already asked Qiao Yichen for two passes." Meng Anran stuffed a cherry tomato into his mouth, carefully read the music score, and hummed a tune.

Qin Mu put the things away, sat next to her and leaned over to take a look. "The new song this time is well composed."

"Liu Zhile composed the music, and Qiao Yichen wrote the lyrics." Meng Anran replied simply, handing over the music sheet. "The lyrics are pretty good too. These two are quite talented in the field of music."

Qin Mu said with a smile: "Your praise seems to indicate that the profit this time is good."

"That's for sure." Meng Anran said with a little pride: "The person I like will definitely make me a lot of money!"

"Compared to Ruiming's dividends, these are just small changes, right?" Qin Mu pinched her cheeks. His An Xiaoran looked more and more adorable the more he looked at her.

"Tsk!" Meng Anran glared at him with feigned resentment. "Little by little, it adds up to a lot. You, the richest man in Beijing, don't understand the hardships that small businessmen like us go through to make money."

"How sad, you can earn eight figures a day just sitting here with the air conditioning and eating a fruit plate." Qin Mu joked.

"Leave it to yourselves. You earn your money and I earn mine. These are all pre-marital assets."

Qin Mu nodded in agreement: "You are right, I am still living in your house and living under someone else's roof."

The two childish people are acting out a childish play.

Who would have thought that the two most powerful entrepreneurs in Beijing, who are so decisive and ruthless in the business world, would be like middle school students when it comes to their private love life?

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By six in the evening, the streets outside the city center stadium had completely collapsed.

The afterglow of the setting sun was cut into pieces by the layers of human figures, and the breath of tens of thousands of people evaporated into a thin mist in the cold air.

The line in front of the security check was like a giant snake, winding from the main entrance of the stadium to the subway station three blocks away.

A scalper weaved through the crowd, a stack of fluorescent bracelets wrapped around his wrists, his hoarse voice piercing the clamor: "Infield passes! Last two!"

Several girls in cheering uniforms were urgently putting on makeup on the roadside, and the light from their mobile phone screens illuminated the corners of their eyes that were covered with sequins.

"Qiao Yichen! Qiao Yichen!"

A burst of screams suddenly erupted from the north entrance, and the crowd surged forward like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

The human wall formed by the security guards was blown to pieces. One girl's canvas shoes were stepped on and off, but she continued to squeeze forward barefoot.

On the second floor of the coffee shop across the street, Qin Mu frowned as he watched the out-of-control scene downstairs. For the first time, he witnessed the power of traffic in the entertainment industry.

"Are you sure you want to go in now?" He checked Qin Yan's mask for the third time. "It's too unsafe."

Qin Yan pulled the brim of her hat even lower, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of her pass: "But I want to go in early to get a signature..."

Before he finished speaking, a more violent sound suddenly exploded in the southwest corner.

Meng Anran put down the telescope and raised the corners of her lips leisurely: "Your child's idol is here."

Through the water-stained glass window, they saw that Qiao Yichen's nanny car was forced to stop fifty meters away.

He had just leaned half of his body out when the noise from the whole street overturned the trash can on the side of the road.

A girl wearing rabbit ears burst into tears on the spot, holding up the light board with trembling hands. The vertical hook of the Chinese character "辰" on it was scratched at one corner.

"I'm most afraid of coming to his concert."

A cold voice came from behind them. They turned around and saw Meng Yushu taking off his sunglasses and mask, walking towards them with a slightly tired look.

Meng Anran's eyes lit up, "Another idol has arrived too."

"Brother Yu Shu!" Qin Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she actively ran over to be his little follower. She took his sunglasses and observed him carefully with joy in her eyes.

Meng Yushu sighed softly: "I was surrounded by fans when I just came out of the set, and now I have to squeeze with Qiao Yichen's fans here, and I can't let anyone recognize me."

He sat down in the empty seat next to his sister, and his sister pushed a cappuccino towards him.

"Thank you." He picked up the coffee and took a sip. The sweetness exploded in his mouth, slightly relieving his tiredness.

"When are we going there?" Qin Yan couldn't wait any longer.

She has been chasing stars for so many years and has been studying abroad. It is a rare opportunity for her to come to Qiao Yichen's concert. She has been looking forward to this day for more than half a month.

"No rush, let your brother Yushu take a break first." Qin Mu teased sourly. His sister was happier to see Meng Yushu than to see her own brother. What a heartless little thing.

"Oh, yes, yes, Brother Yushu, you should take a rest first. There are so many people queuing up downstairs to enter. We don't have to rush." ​​Qin Yan sat obediently opposite Meng Yushu, staring at him with a pair of bright eyes.

He looks very handsome from a distance, and even more handsome when you get closer. He is more handsome in person than on the screen. The more you look at him, the more handsome he becomes. I never get tired of looking at him!

Under Qin Yan's scorching gaze, Meng Yushu chuckled helplessly. Her own sister was very cute, and the Qin family's sister was also very cute.

Having such a lovely sister, who is also my little fan, I suddenly feel that it is a very lucky thing to be able to enter the entertainment industry as an actor.

After staying for more than half an hour, everyone got up and headed to the stadium, slipping in through the VIP channel.

The heavy security door blocked out the noise from the outside world. Qiao Yichen's assistant came to pick them up and took them to the lounge.

When Qin Yan arrived at the door of Qiao Yichen's lounge, she realized that her palms were full of sweat.

Although I knew that my idol was my sister-in-law's good friend, I was still nervous when we met up close for the first time.

The wooden door opened, and Qiao Yichen was sitting in front of the dressing table putting on makeup.

He saw the person coming through the mirror and immediately smiled: "Hey, you're here? Why are you all here today?"

"Let me introduce you." Meng Anran took the initiative to speak, "My friend Kenai is a psychologist. And Qin Mu's sister Qin Yan is your little fan."

"Hello." Qiao Yichen turned around and greeted politely. His eyes fell on the cute girl in a white Chanel-style suit. "Yanyan, right? Yushu told me you like listening to my songs, so I brought the collector's edition album here."

He was wearing black ripped jeans and hadn't changed into his performance costume yet. The contrast with his delicate and unique makeup was a bit abrupt, but he was still handsome.

Qin Yan was so excited that she almost jumped up. Qin Mu rubbed her head casually and said, "You look as excited as if you won five million in the lottery. You almost forgot who your brother is, didn't you?"

"How could that be? My dear brother will always be the person I admire the most." Qin Yan hypocritically patted his shoulder and added: "The thing I admire most about you in this life is that you found me such a good sister-in-law~"

Qin Mu: ...a heartless guy.

There was a faint scent of citrus incense wafting through the lounge. When Qiao Yichen bent down to take out a gold-rimmed album from the locker, Qin Yan noticed a fresh scratch on the back of his neck, as if it had been caused by some sharp weapon.

"Brother Yichen, you here..." She subconsciously stretched out her hand, then braked suddenly in mid-air, and retracted her fingertips with a curled up hand. "Are you hurt?"