Han Dong was indeed a little depressed because of Jiang Yuwei, and some things had to be met before they could be discussed. thought that Jiang Wenyu was at the engagement banquet, and Jiang Yuwei must have been present.

As a result, this woman didn't play her cards according to common sense at all, and just saw it, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.

Thinking of this, I feel a little anxious.

He has been working a lot recently, and Zhenwei's people are already coming to Beijing to participate in the show. The infrastructure in Haicheng was rushed overnight, and every day was a new change, and publicity was imminent.

Perfectionist, if a good propaganda plan is without Jiang Yuwei, it seems to be missing the core.

If you can't get things done today, when Jiang Yuwei starts running around the world again, where to find someone.

My heart moved slightly. He had no intention of seeing Jiang Yanfeng, and he had his own idea.

took out a cigarette and walked over: "Uncle, where is Sister Yuwei? I'm so happy today, let her sing a song for everyone."

Jiang Yuwei is undoubtedly well-known here, not to mention that everyone knows it. Han Dong's voice was a little high, and someone immediately followed suit.

Jiang Yanfeng didn't think about it deeply, he thought it was a trivial matter, and said with a smile that he would call.

Han Dong walked to the stage and asked the host to start temporary tuning.

The sound and microphone are not professional, but it is easy to get the soundtrack of a few songs.

The venue became even more lively because of Han Dong's simple proposal.

Tong Qingjie looked at Wan'er with a faint smile.

This is really a mountain is higher than a mountain, Jiang Yuwei escaped from the battle, and then Han Dong used this method to call people back.

At the engagement banquet, everyone was coaxing, and the sound was ready. This is to catch ducks on the shelves, if Jiang Yuwei doesn't show up, it will be obvious that she is ignorant and disappointed

Han Dong returned to Tong Qingjie and sat down, waiting quietly.

Just ten minutes later, Jiang Yuwei returned to the hotel lobby. The expression on Su Li's face has always been cold and indifferent, but when she looked at Han Dong unintentionally, she smiled a little strangely.

Han Dong knew that she must have guessed something, so he didn't look at it and lowered his head to sip tea.

Tong Qingjie was very keen, and judged something from the man's body movements.

Fear?

Jiang Yuwei said that she was afraid of Han Dong It was a joke, but depending on the situation, it was true that Han Dong was afraid of Jiang Yuwei.

Because she had never seen Han Dong's disguised tea-drinking action, she even avoided looking at each other.

"Dongzi"

Han Dong came back to his senses: "Huh?"

"It's okay, I mean, how can you beg like that. She was angry, and she was even more reluctant to help. ”

"No, her brain circuits are different from ordinary people. Besides, now I'm not afraid that she won't agree, she will cheat on me, and I'll find someone who makes her dare not cheat. Uncle Jiang's words are more effective than Wen Yu's, and he will definitely help me with this little favor."

"Definitely?"

"Yes, definitely. If it weren't for Sister Gu Nianyuwei, who really didn't like these and asked her to endorse my company, she wouldn't be able to run away. ”

The more Tong Qingjie listened, the more playful she became: "What are you bragging about me, I'll tell Sister Yuwei later." ”

Han Dong was embarrassed and stopped the topic. At the same time, Jiang Yuwei on stage has already begun to speak and is about to sing. He then relented, ready to listen.

He went to Jiang Yuwei's concert once and heard her sing a few times. Not to mention that it is like a natural sound, it is also very similar. Tahei's tune, singing from her mouth, seems to be endowed with a soul.

Han Dong usually doesn't listen to music, but he downloads a lot of Jiang Yuwei's songs on his mobile phone all year round.

Listen when you have insomnia, listen when you're bored, and listen when you sit quietly and drink tea

After reading these songs over and over again, I have listened to them intermittently for two or three years, and I don't get tired of them. To this day, he occasionally plugs in his headphones.

The notes begin to jump and are the prelude to the song.

Without a band, you can only sing along with the accompaniment, which is the most testing way for singers to perform live, and it is also the most difficult way to grasp. Many folk artists have a singing voice that is not worse than that of professional singers, or even more powerful. But without supporting facilities, tuners, the quality of singing will be seriously reduced.

Han Dong was also a little worried that singing like this would smash Jiang Yuwei's signboard, but when her first note sounded, his body suddenly seemed to become lighter.

The opening is brittle.

Not only him, as Jiang Yuwei's singing sounded, one or two hundred people in the hall fell completely silent, silent.

In the hall of Nuoda, only her voice wandered back and forth, up and down, and almost made her heart beat.

It's not her own song, but a classic TV ending song from the 80s. It's a trick, young people like her voice, the way she sings. The older ones are familiar with the melody and can find resonance.

Tell the story, meandering and flowing.

Han Dong temporarily neglected to find Jiang Yuwei for the time being, and when the song fell, he was stunned. The others felt the same way, clamoring for him to continue singing.

Jiang Yuwei smiled, different from the light breeze when she was singing just now, took off the microphone like a host, and started to speak as she walked.

"Everybody's happy today, isn't it?"

There were too many cheers, especially some dizzy young people who replied with their throats.

"Since I'm happy, I'm the only one who can't sing. Han Dong, you come up first. Eh, don't be stunned, invite someone up."

Jiang Yuwei saw that Han Dong didn't move, so she didn't give him time to react at all, and directly pointed to the few young people who were the most happy just now, and asked him to carry people.

Tong Qingjie was still curious that Jiang Yuwei would not sing and change the host, but when she saw her spearhead aimed at Han Dong, who was stunned, she laughed.

This is the master fight, there are comings and goings.

All eyes on it, plus a group of young people who like to coax. It's not that Han Dong wants to go up or not, it's that he will be dragged up.

The question is, he can't sing either, so why should he let him go up?

Han Dong was also wondering, but as Tong Qingjie guessed, there were no steps. Someone was already laughing and shouting to his brother as he walked to him, and everyone turned their eyes

He naturally didn't have to wonder if others dared to carry him up, they dared.

The thorns in these troops have a good relationship with him, and they usually belong to people who can talk, laugh, drink and eat together outside of work.

There is nothing to do, and there is nothing to fear.

What's there?

Thousands of people have experienced the scene, is it necessary to be afraid of her?

"Fuck off!"

Han Dong smiled and kicked the young man who was about to drag him, and walked directly to the stage.

Jiang Yuwei became more and more casual and completely entered the host state. When the others came up, she held the microphone in one hand and the arm holding the microphone with the other. The goddess is a goddess, standing and relaxed unscrupulous, and her eyes are also moving with Han Dong, unable to take her eyes off her.

Han Dong was looked at awkwardly, he had no tools to speak, and he was quite weak when standing on the stage.

Jiang Yuwei approached and pressed his shoulder: "There is still some time before the banquet, I have a proposal, everyone should perform a show on stage." It doesn't matter if it's a big stone on your chest or an iron cloth shirt with a golden bell cover, it's okay Instructor Han, you can give a sample. ”

She is serious nonsense, and she is very happy.

Han Dong rolled his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense first, do you have to give me the microphone first." ”