Can I sing it?

Originally, Weng Tingjun's voice was not small, and the microphone of the guò DJ resounded in every corner of the bar, and the people who came here were adults with nowhere to put their hormones, and they immediately started to heax when they heard that someone was treating, and then they saw a woman who couldn't see her appearance clearly but had a good figure and was so good that she volunteered to sing a birthday song......

Just kidding, if you can't see your face, you have to look at your figure?

"Sing it! It's you......"

"The dream has turned around for you, why don't you grab the dream non-stop, stunned?"

"Come on, come on, sing it, sing it, I wish this handsome guy a happy birthday......"

"Damn, am I drunk, how do I feel that he is an artist?"

"Get out of the way, the artist will come here? Besides, if it's really an artist, everyone won't recognize it? ”

This is a night session.

It's just a place to get drunk.

What entertainer?

What identity?

Bullshit isn't.

Hi up!

……

……

The woman in the sunglasses smiled again, "Can you let me sing?" ”

It's you again.

Weng Tingjun smiled bitterly, slightly covered up the wound on his right leg, and said, "Sing." ”

The woman nodded slightly, picked up the microphone, and invited the DJ to cooperate with her, and a demagogic DJ appeared instantly, and then the woman took the microphone and walked to Weng Tingjun's side with an extremely swaying body, stretched out her slender hand and gently tapped it on his chest and slowly got into the shirt.

"Look—everybody's rocking, look—everybody's congratulating you, laugh, raise your glass, drink it all, and laugh!"

This crisp and fluent RAP came out of the mouth of this woman with an excellent figure, and everyone was slightly stunned.

How does it feel like a concert scene? And at this time, the colorful lights that disturbed everyone's vision appeared again. The woman herself couldn't help but move, sticking to Weng Tingjun's body, her fingernails slashed across Weng Tingjun's already goosebumpy chest, and then gently moved left and right to pinch the two small dots.

Weng Tingjun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple squirmed slightly, his cheeks were a little hot, and he could only hide his embarrassment by drinking.

"I said birthday, you said happy."

"Birthday—" The woman shouted loudly, clutching the microphone.

"Happy!!"

Everyone shouted loudly as if they were about to lift the roof of the two-hundred-seven bar.

"Birthday—"

"Happy !!!"

"We salute this birthday boy - happy birthday, substitute sake for kelp soup, cheers-"

"Cheers—"

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"Still angry?"

The woman is none other than Park Hyo-min, who knows where Ong Ting-gyun will appear, maybe Ong Ting-gyun only likes this place in Seoul, right? After coming three times, Park Hyo-min couldn't help but fall in love with this place.

"Nope." Weng Tingjun was not so small, and looked at Park Hyo-min with a little dissatisfaction at this time, "Don't joke about this kind of thing in the future......"

Park Hyo-min licked his mouth stained with foreign wine, and teased Weng Tingjun charmingly, "Got it." ”

Weng Tingjun sighed lightly, hoping that they could remember it in their hearts.

"But—why are you in such a hurry? Are you anxious about me? ”

Park Hyo-min looked at the angry Weng Tingjun with a funny face, and said bluntly.

Weng Tingjun was slightly stunned, yes, what are you anxious about? Anxious that something happened to Tiara again? Still in a hurry Hyo-min......

"Actually, I'm really touched."

Weng Tingjun took a sip of wine, did not speak, and did not even dare to look at the pair of blazing eyes under the sunglasses.

Seeing Weng Tingjun's appearance, Park Hyo-min had a hint of mischief in his heart, picked up his high heels and stretched out his feet and slowly approached Weng Tingjun opposite.

This is the bar.

People come and go here.

Park Hyo-min Xia flies at double frequency, her heartbeat can't help but speed up a little, she is used to being charming and profligate, is it her true colors now, or is it acting?

Park Hyo-min doesn't know-

After approaching Yung Jeong-kyun's foot, he noticed that he had dodged slightly, and Park Hyo-min was about to continue the attack when he noticed something wet on his foot.

Wet stuff on your pants?

Park Hyo-min's face turned red instantly, oh my God, he was unexpectedly

Park Hyo-min took out a tissue, didn't dare to look at Weng Tingjun, quickly wiped the water on his feet, and was about to throw it into the trash can, Park Hyo-min was instantly stunned.

Wrong!

That's a red liquid.

How could it be that!!!

Blood!

It's blood.

Park Hyomin's face changed greatly, and without waiting for Weng Tingjun to react, he paused hurriedly, and at this look, Park Hyomin was so frightened that he covered his mouth, and his eyes were full of mist.

Hurt.

He was injured and his right leg was covered in blood.

But just now in Jiangbei District, Weng Tingjun was clearly not injured!

Ahh

Park Hyo-min's eyes were red, and with a light sniff, he smelled the smell of alcohol on Weng Tingjun's body, which was not the smell of foreign wine, but the smell of medical alcohol.

Did he go to the hospital?

Who's in the hospital-

Park Hyo-min is exquisite, and he quickly connected everything together.

He searched the world for himself, who is the most likely person to kidnap him? If not a prank? If I were Weng Tingjun, I'm afraid I would think it was S*M, the head of the Eight-Nation Alliance.

With Ong Jeong-kyun's personality and his appearance on his stage during NiceBody's singing, Park Hyo-min suddenly became enlightened, and when she left the stage, she heard the news about the injury of the president of the Eight-Nation Alliance......

Could it be that Weng Tingjun is looking for Kim Young-min? After cleaning up for a while, I found out that it was a prank, and I went again, and I took the blame?!

"Y-you're going to the hospital?"

Weng Tingjun frowned, "No." ”

"You went."

Park Hyo-min covered his mouth, tears poured out of his eyes, and tears fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry—"

"I'm really sorry—"

"I don't blame you, I'm too impulsive." Weng Tingjun sighed lightly, "Don't cry, everyone is looking at you!" People who don't know think I'm bullying a girl from a good family. ”

Poof.

Park Hyo-min laughed while crying.

"Weng Tingjun, can I call you that?"

"No—"

"Weng Tingjun, sue me, what should I do if I fall in love with you?"

“……”

"Take me away, now, right now."

"Where are you going?"

"Anywhere!"

Park Hyo-min's face was so red that it was almost dripping blood, she had already mustered up the courage, such an obvious hint, why didn't he, a fool, understand?

How could Weng Tingjun not understand?

It's just how can he be.

"Drink with me, it's fine."

He didn't just do this qiē for Hyo-min, I'm afraid Hyo-min's current appearance is too emotional, which is unfair to her.

"Bad seeds."

Weng Tingjun was furious, "You say I'm a bad seed? ”

"Huh...... Isn't it? If you have a kind of words, pick me up now and take me away!!! I don't think you dare, right? After all, you cherish your face so much. ”

Weng Tingjun got up, and then smiled, "Are you sure you want to do this?" ”

Park Hyo-min was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled, "Huh...... I'm a vixen! ”

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Guess what, did Hyo-min, who played with his legs, enter Weng Tingjun's pit?

I bet on the urine sex of the third child, definitely **** (to be continued.) )