And Wen Yan didn't seem to expect that he, Xi Muchen, would make him unable to get off the stage like this. He turned his head to look at the promise that was not a taste, as if he didn't understand Xi Muchen's words. He beckoned in a certain direction.

"Xiaomi, come here—"

Looking at Wen Yan's appearance, he was forced to replace the promise. Seeing this scene, Xi Muchen unconsciously narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed with a cold light. He pursed his thin lips unconsciously, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's not impossible to change it—it's just—Wen Yan—" His provocative gaze shot straight at Wen Yan, and the anger on his body suddenly unfolded, seeing this, Xu Yu was shocked, "As the resident singer here, come and sing me a song - this request is not too much, right?"

As soon as his voice fell, he looked like he took a step back and opened the sky. It's just that the meaning of his words makes the promise scratch his head. After all, he Xi Muchen was not a person to be messed with, how could he give up so easily? She knew that letting Wen Yan sing was definitely not as simple as he said. She looked at Wen Yan who was silent on the side with some concern.

Who knows, Wen Yan seemed to be a nobody, he didn't seem to hesitate for even a second, and readily agreed to Xi Muchen's request. Somehow, Promise always felt weird, but she couldn't say anything else weird. It's just that when she looked at Xi Muchen's eyes, she was afraid for a moment.

She stood silently in place, looking at the two of them who were tense, and her heart was very uncomfortable. She quietly ripped Wen Yan's clothes, as if to persuade him not to fall into Xi Muchen's trap and act cautiously.

Wen Yan looked like he was bent on going his own way, and he returned the millet with a puzzled face. Xu knew that he couldn't stop him, and a haze faintly floated on his eyebrows.

And Xi Muchen, who was quietly observing the small movements of the two of them, looked at them who had an unusual relationship, and shouted with nameless anger, almost crushing the wine glass in his hand, and the only reason he had left only made his surface seem calm. It's just that this eerie calm makes people feel a little scary, like the calm before the storm, and the dull air makes the people present almost suffocate.

Just as Wen Yan turned around and wanted to return to the singing stage to sing to Xi Muchen, he suddenly stopped Wen Yan, who was still carrying a guitar, with a smile growing on his side.

"Eh—don't worry—I haven't said what song I want you to sing yet—" His calculating eyes fell on Wen Yan, causing the latter to clench his strap.

It's obviously a very normal process, but the words that come out of his mouth are inexplicably caustic and difficult. As soon as he finished speaking, the promise on the side lifted his whole heart, and people are always accustomed to standing on the side of the weak. At this time, the oppressed Wen Yan seemed to be so calm and composed.

Such an expression fell in the eyes of the promise, but it was a sign of stubbornness.

Wen Yan stopped his steps, tilted his head slightly, and asked Xi Muchen what song he wanted.

"I, no, deserve. He slowly opened his thin lips, and the three words pierced Wen Yan's heart like a poisoned needle. The latter trembled his lips slightly, and the expression on his face was visibly stiff. Although he tried his best to hide the unhappiness in his heart, it was just that people are animals with memories, and he couldn't erase them even if he wanted to.

Xi Muchen, who was sitting steadily in the chair, looked at his expression like eating a fly, and his heart was happy for no reason. He is good at hiding needles in the cotton, and Wen Yan is now caught off guard.

Seeing this, my heart beat tighter and tighter. Her previous inexplicable anxiety had a perfect answer at this time. Sure enough, it was Xi Muchen, who let others sell him, and he had to thank him with a smile on his face. "I'm not worthy", doesn't it imply that Wen Yan's identity is not worthy of this!

Who knows, Wen Yan understands more in his heart than he promised the inner purpose of specifying this song for him to sing. At this time, he took off the mask of a gentleman, and there was a momentary unhappiness between his eyebrows, which was fleeting, and it was difficult for people to capture. But Xi Muchen had already made up his mind, and nodded at him slightly, as if appreciating his thoughtfulness.

The purpose of letting Wen Yan sing this song in the first place was to make him understand that he Wen Yan was not worthy of the promise!

"Okay!" Wen Yan's facial features were a little distorted, and he seemed to have something stuck in his throat, a little embarrassed. The promise on the side shook his head slightly, as if signaling that if he couldn't do it, he wouldn't force it. Such a subtle gesture only aroused his competitive spirit. He resolutely turned his head and strode towards the singing platform with a meteor.

Promise tried to persuade him, but at this point he couldn't listen to anything at all.

"Promise. Shouldn't you be by my side now?" Xi Muchen on the side couldn't help but chuckle, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, and unconsciously repeated it again, "The waiter promises?"

She watched Wen Yan walk onto the singing stage, and she knew that it would be useless to continue like this. At this time, Xi Muchen spoke again, and she turned her head fiercely. But she could only reluctantly walk to his side, and she kept reminding herself that she was a waitress at a bar, and she was now working......

Looking at Xi Muchen's successful appearance, her eyes flickered.

The guests around the singing stage saw Wen Yan suddenly get off the stage and suddenly come onto the stage, such a dramatic scene made their curiosity even worse. Seeing that he was about to sing, they clapped the field.

"Friends - now I will sing a song "I am not worthy" for everyone, dedicated to Mr. Xi Muchen and everyone - thank you - " He deliberately bit the five words "Mr. Xi Muchen", which caused many people to follow his gaze and notice Xi Muchen who was pretending to be low-key in the corner.

At this time, he smiled disapprovingly, such an indifferent look caused a group of ignorant girls to scream. Suddenly, the lights on the stage dimmed, and people stopped making fun of it. Everyone held their breath and looked at Wen Yan on the stage shrouded in a hazy blue light.

He was now like a melancholy prince, his slender fingers plucking his strings. Suddenly, a string of familiar musical notes like flowing water jumped on the tip of everyone's heart. From time to time, there was applause.

Xi Muchen and Xu Promise's eyes were also attracted by Wen Yan, who was calm and calm on stage, and he was more charming on stage than usual. Xu Promise was unconsciously attracted to him, unconsciously forgetting where he was, completely intoxicated by the rhythm he had deliberately slowed down.

Wen Yan's touching and magnetic voice resounded in everyone's ears, and he felt that his heartbeat did not belong to him, but was dancing to the beautiful melody. Everyone was captured by his performance. The delicate singing makes the vocals immersive, and the flawless technique is comparable to that of famous masters.

His gentle melody evokes memories of the promised past, joyful or sad, passing through her eyes like flowing water. It reminded her of the romantic love stories she had read in books, where the plot of the storyline went through her head and made her nose sour and her eyes red with the melody.

She didn't even notice when she poured the wine out of the glass.

Xi Muchen looked at the glass in her hand, and her eyes darkened. The red wine overflowed from the glass and spread on the clean little round table, and the dark red juice stained the promised white sleeves red, like a bewitching rose embroidered on it, extremely charming. The dim lighting in the bar also stained her complexion with endless mystery.

Xi Muchen was unconsciously attracted by her focused look, in this quiet and lyrical atmosphere, her lips were like ripe red cherries, transparent and watery. Her eyes sparkled, and he saw the stars in them. Her small, tall nose is silhouetted with a graceful curve that is inferior to the intricately carved sculptures of the Spanish Palace.

A faint blue light enveloped her entire delicate figure, like an elf in the deep sea. Ivory-white skin glows in the light. At this time, she was amorous, even the French beauty who had always been graceful, and she was holy, even the nuns of the convent who adhered to the rules of the monastery could not compare.

He felt like he was going to fall into her vague fragrance. He had always had excellent self-control, and he involuntarily approached her delicate face at this time. The faces of the two were so intimate that they were about to stick to each other for a while. It's just that, maybe Wen Yan's melody is too beautiful, and the promise at this time didn't notice the ambiguous two at all.

In this way, she was immersed in Wen Yan's story-rich voice, and her eyes as bright as stars couldn't help but gather a pool of tears, which made her even more colorful. Large tears swirled in her reddish eyes, as if they were about to fall out of her sockets in the next second. She struggled to control her emotions, and she was on the verge of collapse.

When Wen Yan sang the climax of the chorus, she couldn't control the tears that grew bigger and bigger. Suddenly, a pearl-like tear fell from her left eye, gently across her face, and dripped into the abyss that the light could not reach. Xi Muchen watched as her tears fell on the back of his hand.

He suddenly looked at her with some surprise, and then he turned his head, and he also saw Wen Yan who was singing on the stage in a righteous and emotional way. Three words came out of his lips softly.

"I-no-worthy-"

Xi Muchen frowned slightly, and looked away quietly. He stared intently at Chu Chu's pitiful promise, and an impulse in his heart seemed to be about to break through his special cage. He slowly lifted his hand and slowly approached her thin cheek, trying to wipe the tears from her face.

Who knows, Wen Yan on the stage at this time happened to see this scene, his heart tightened, his pupils shrank, his hands were flustered, and he actually played a wrong note. Although he quickly adjusted his form again and covered up the mistake. Maybe the people in the audience were too engrossed to pay attention, but the promise not far away was suddenly refreshed.

Yes, she received this missound, and she was as sensitive as she was. This forced her to jump out of the tender atmosphere he had created early. Such an abrupt feeling suddenly sounded in her heart, and her eyebrows were tightly locked. She pursed her lips unconsciously.

And at the same time as she came back to her senses, Xi Muchen also suddenly summoned her scattered mind. He lowered his hand in that moment and withdrew it without leaving a trace. The affection that originally appeared on his face was also covered up with a cold look.

It was only then that the promise came to her senses and realized her mistake, and she exclaimed in surprise. She didn't care about her sleeves, so she hurriedly found a rag from elsewhere and tried to wipe the red wine stains off the round table.

Xi Muchen looked at her panicked appearance motionlessly, his eyes were full of complexity, but there was no blame. Such a promise may have lost some aura, but it gained a little more vitality.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to......" She cried and blamed herself for being too engrossed, "I ...... if I wasn't careful"

Xi Muchen looked at her without saying a word, and the eyes that wanted to find out lingered on her body. Xu Xingxing felt his revealing eyes, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense, and she buried her head low, and her eyes could only see the small brown and red round table. But in the process of wiping, she was easily attracted by Wen Yan's singing, and her original neat movements gradually slowed down.

And the man on the side didn't care about this, but promised her eyes to look at the man on the stage again and again, but never stayed on him for more than three seconds. This made him extremely unhappy. Jealousy made him break through the shackles of reason in an instant.

He picked up the glass of red wine that he had poured very much, and then tilted the glass slightly, and the fine red wine slowly dripped from mid-air to the small wooden table that had just been wiped clean due to gravity. Xi Muchen calmly watched the red wine in the glass pass little by little, and he couldn't help but raise a mean smile.

On the other hand, Xu Xu's eyes gradually widened, and she watched his crazy behavior happen with an incredulous expression, and she did not react from the shock until the end.

"Xi ...... Mu Chen...... Are you crazy?" it took her a long time to regain her voice.

And the other party was obviously noncommittal, he looked at her coldly, as if his wandering gaze was not at her but at the wall behind her.

"Promise—you really like the men on stage—" he said mechanically, with unconcealed jealousy in his eyes, so his tone was all mean, "Sure enough, you're only a natural match with this kind of lowly bar singer—chicken vs. duck—right?"

Although she promised to know that the mistake just now was indeed her fault, Xi Muchen pulled the innocent Wen Yan in without saying a word, what was the matter?

Hearing this, Xu Promise couldn't help but sneer and shook the rag on his hand.

"Xi Muchen, what are you crazy about?" she grinned bitterly, "yes, that's right. I'm lowly - but don't drag innocent people in, okay?Wen Yan, he's not the kind of man you say you say!" She couldn't help but remember that he had called her "illegitimate daughter" in a mean tone, and the scenes of humiliation in the past flashed in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but tremble, as if she was afraid and angry.

At this time, Xi Muchen on the side looked at her appearance of being touched by the scales, and felt angry and funny. He did not give a clear answer to the questioning of the promise. He just indifferently turned his gaze to Wen Yan, who was still playing on the stage, and looking at his face that could show tenderness to any woman, he thought of the look he had just promised to defend him.

He snorted unconsciously, as if he had seen through Wen Yan on the stage.

What's so good about such a man? Only a stupid woman like Promise would be turned upside down by him for the rest of her life!

But suddenly, he became defensive against this man. He hated him.

The two were confronting each other, but the audience applauded enthusiastically at the end of the stage, and they couldn't stop for a long time. After the song, Wen Yan bowed on the stage with a smile, looking humble, causing many girls to scream. He skillfully shirked the audience's enthusiasm for another song, handed over the stage to someone else, and then disappeared.

The enthusiasm of the audience was gradually extinguished by time, but when the singer standing on the stage sang again, he was not as good as Wen Yan who made a stunning appearance, and he could not arouse the audience's interest at all, so he could only end up with a mediocre impression.

Not long after, Wen Yan's figure appeared in the corner. He took off his hypocritical disguise, no longer imitated the stupidity of the usual bar owner, and walked straight towards the promise, a smug smile on his face. After all, Xi Muchen's goal of humiliating him did not succeed, but won him full applause.

The two of them are already showing signs of gradually tearing their faces.

Xu Promise was frowning at the wine stains on the round table at this time, and she was almost used to his madness from time to time. At this time, her heart was so strong that she couldn't imagine it.

Wen Yan's whisper came, and she didn't notice it at all. But as an employee here, she still suppressed her temper, picked up the rag again, and wiped it on the round table, forgetting that she also had a large puddle of unwashable wine stains on her body.

Xi Muchen obviously saw Wen Yan's arrival, but he didn't speak, as if he was air.

When Wen Yan saw this scene, he frowned slightly, and gradually lowered his face. But he did guess a rough idea, anyway, there must be nothing good. Thinking like this, he couldn't help but stride forward. Slowly put his hand on the promised shoulder.

Xu Yu was obviously startled by his sudden movements, his body shook, and his panicked face appeared in front of Wen Yan. Wen Yan didn't think about it, and grabbed the wrist of the promise, and the force was so great that she exhaled softly. The touch of delicate skin made his hands a little hot. And Xi Muchen's face on the side was obviously not very good.

"So...... Xi Shao, I'll take the people away—" He smiled contemptuously, and couldn't help but show a smug look. Without waiting for Xi Muchen on the side to reply, he picked up the squatting promise and walked to the door without looking back.

Xu Yu staggered to follow his big steps, and looked back at Xi Muchen with an unknown face uneasily, but his face was completely buried in the shadows, and he couldn't see it clearly. Helpless, she had no choice but to turn her head and catch a glimpse of Wen Yan with a determined expression, sighing secretly, and finally followed him farther and farther.

Surprisingly, Xi Muchen, who was sitting steadily, didn't say a word, and didn't stop him, he just watched them leave coldly until they completely disappeared from his sight. Then, the glass in his hand shattered. Blood stained his big hands, but he didn't even lift his eyelids.

The bodyguards hiding in the shadows quickly flashed into his line of sight, trying to treat him immediately. But he waved his hand lightly, and walked out of the bar without paying attention, as if he had lost his sense of pain. The moment he stepped out of the door, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he smiled evilly.

As he sat steadily in his car, he decisively took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed someone's number neatly. His thin lips were lightly opened, but he spoke a terrible language.

"Hey-Ah Hong-let me be the Wen Yan of this bar-" A few words fluttered softly, and slammed into Ah Hong's heart. After Ah Hong received the order, he silently put down the phone and turned his head to look meaningfully at the lively bar, his narrow eyes flashing, and an inscrutable smile shining in it.

He wanted Wen Yan to know who was the winner in the end! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his chin slightly, looking at the crowd of people coming in and out playfully, his eyes narrowing slightly. At this time, he was in control of everything like a god. Xi Muchen slowly rolled up the window, and his handsome face was hidden by the black window little by little.

Unbeknownst to him, a few seconds later, Ah Hong called again.

Xi Muchen frowned without a trace, looking at the phone call, he seemed to have a bad premonition. Despite his displeasure, he took the call.

"Hey-boss--this bar owner seems to have an unusual identity - I used some means to find that a mysterious force has been obstructing our actions!" Ah Hong on the other end of the phone was obviously extremely surprised, he didn't expect the owner behind this little-known small bar to be so secretive, and he could compete with the famous Xi family.

Xi Muchen's eyes widened suddenly in an instant, and it was really good! His premonition was verified! As soon as he thought of this, he felt like a clown who had been tricked by a small person. He was so angry that he secretly gritted his teeth unconsciously. He jerked out the window, his eyes burning with rage threatening to consume everything here.

"Useless thing! rice bucket!" he yelled at the phone, the green tendons on his head protruding, making his face look particularly terrifying in the dim light, "Go down and take the punishment yourself!"

Hanging up, he tugged at his tie with some impatience and casually tossed the phone aside. The whole world fell silent, except for his heart pounding heavily, and he clenched his fists tightly, blood flowing down his fingers to his fingertips, pooling into droplets.

"Damn!" he muttered indignantly.

His temples throbbed.

……

On the other side, Wen Yan, who left with a promise, also received information that Xi Muchen began to deal with him at this time. He playfully poured a glass of water and sipped it slowly. He held his phone in his right hand and listened quietly to the detailed report on the other end of the phone.

After hearing some of these unsightly methods, he sneered lightly, and it seemed that Xi Muchen was in a hurry.

"When people are in a hurry, they are easy to mess up...... You keep an eye on the ...... for me" At this time, he changed into another mask of his, and his whole body was full of aristocratic temperament that ordinary people could not match, and his elegant movements were obviously well-educated since childhood, and when he thought he knew about it, he slowly spoke, "Okay-I know-"

He hung up the phone gently, picked up the water glass again, and watched the clear water flow, evoking an inexplicable smile. He glanced meaningfully at the promise who was changing his dirty clothes in the dressing room, and his heart pounded at the sound of Suoso's movements.

This woman doesn't seem to be ordinarily important to Xi Muchen...... Wen Yan thought secretly in his heart, his eyes becoming deeper and deeper.