"Summer passes quietly and leaves little secrets."

"Pressing the bottom of my heart, pressing the bottom of my heart, I can't tell you."

"The evening breeze warms my heart, and I think of you again."

"How sweet, how sweet, how can you forget."

"I can't forget you, write you in my diary—"

Hua Cuo clenched his back molars, and the muscles on his cheeks trembled violently with every note of Yan Murong's notes.

God has mercy on him, and he really didn't expect that there would be someone in this world who could sing so ecstasy.

It's so hard to sing a song, and it's even harder to run away if you want to sing it—the hardest thing is that you can sing every word and run away, which is not something that ordinary people can do. Thankfully, today they have the privilege of hearing this song that is rare in a thousand years.

Suddenly, the accompaniment stopped abruptly, and Yan Murong's singing also stopped.

"What's the situation?" Yan Murong looked at Liu Jing who was squatting in front of the computer and pressed the pause button with a confused expression.

"Yan-Brother Yan, I think you better stop singing." Liu Jing said with a tangled face.

"yes, I was wrong, I apologize to you." Hua Cuo looked at Yan Murong with a sincere face and said. "I'm not supposed to talk big -- to be honest, I really can't teach you."

"It's hard to hear, isn't it?" Yan Murong said depressedly. "I told you a long time ago that I can't sing, and you have to let me sing."

"It's not hard to hear." Hua Wrong's face is full of sincerity. "It's really ugly - if you go to a concert, I guess one time will be enough for you to earn a three-story villa."

"Can you make so much?" Yan Murong's face was full of surprise.

"yes." Hua Wrong nodded. "If there are more people, I guess it's no problem to earn an eight-story office building at a time - but the audience gives you parts, and you have to buy your own cement to build it."

“――”

"I'll sing it." Liu Jing saw Yan Murong's depressed face, so she snatched the microphone from him, ordered a song and sang.

Although Yan Murong's singing level is not good, it does not mean that he has no ability to appreciate.

is also a small and fresh style, Liu Jing can sing a song "Heart Wall" like a warbler's cry, but the tune he sings is like a wolf howl that has been hungry for half a month and his throat is still inflamed.

At this moment, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open, and then, the people who walked in made Yan Murong and the others stunned.

The person who came in was none other than the goatee man Brother Qiang who had a conflict with Yan Murong in the hotel.

When he saw Yan Murong, the goatee couldn't help but be stunned.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake." After saying an apology, he immediately turned around and walked out. It's just that there is a hint of cunning in his eyes.

This small situation did not affect everyone's mood, Liu Jing still held the microphone and sang affectionately. Hua Cuo sat down beside Yan Murong and said. "Something might happen later, do you want to call someone for help?"

"No, you don't." Yan Murong stared at the lyrics on the LCD screen, and said without turning his head. "This isn't a small bar, do you think that guy is going to spend here?"

"I'm afraid he's not here to consume." Hua said wrongly.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Murong chuckled. "At least he doesn't dare to do anything here, we get in the car and leave after we get out, and he doesn't have a chance."

"I can't see it." The flower is wrong, too. "Let's make a bet."

"You bet with me?" Yan Murong looked at Hua Cuo with a smile on his face. "Your name is the little fresh prince, I can call the bet on the little prince, and the people who bet with me generally can't win."

"Then won't you feel more accomplished if I win?" Hua Tso said with a wink.

"Win me, I'll make you king." Yan Murong said. "Since you want to play, then play, say, what to bet on?"

"Just bet on tonight's bill." Hua thought about it for a moment and added. "Whoever loses tonight will pay, and the supper at night will also be invited together."

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded. "It's such a happy decision."

Five minutes -- ten minutes -- and half an hour passed, and everyone was still playing and singing, and nothing unexpected happened.

Just when Yan Murong thought he was going to win, the door of the box was pushed open again, and this time in addition to the goatee man, there were three men in black suits.

The man at the head was about forty years old, and although he was wearing a suit and tie, Yan Murong still felt a murderous aura inadvertently emanating from him.

This man is the real bastard, Yan Murong thought to himself.

"Damn, I won."

Hua Cuo suddenly jumped up from the sofa and shouted at Yan Murong with an excited face. "Well, haha, I'll just say I can win - what did you just say? If you win, I'm the king? Hahaha, you're invited for the next supper. ”

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded helplessly, looked at the goatee and said complainingly. "Really, you can't wait for us to go out and block it? I have to pay for it, and I have to invite them to supper. ”

“――”

The muscles on the face of the man in the suit twitched violently twice, thinking, what are these two people doing? Bet?

This sudden change made several interns stunned, and the accompaniment stopped, and they all sat there, looking at these fierce black suits at a loss.

"How many, what's the matter?" Yan Murong took a step forward, looked at the black suit led by the leader and asked.

"Brother-in-law, that's him." The goatee pointed at Yan Murong and shouted. "It's this kid, I beat Ah Hua and Ah Liang during the meal just now, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to delay sending something to Wang Shao."

The man in the suit nodded expressionlessly, looked at Yan Murong, and asked. "What do you call it? Contemptible Li Quan, the head of the security department of the Anglo-Hong Kong clubhouse, I heard Qiangzi say, you are good? Our club also has a gym, so why don't you go and have a fun? ”

"I hate you people who like to pretend when they have nothing to do." Hua Cuo also walked up, looked at Li Quan with disdain and said. "If you come to find fault, you can find fault, what's the use of talking all this nonsense?"

"Oh? It seems that this little brother doesn't give face, right? Li Quan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice became colder and colder.

"****, who is your brother? I'm giving you a face, how dare you ask for it? Aren't you afraid that your skin is too thick? Hua Co scolded, and then looked at Yan Murong with a serious face and asked. Boss Yan, is that scolding? ”

"Yes." Yan Murong smiled bitterly in his heart, he spent the wrong guy, isn't he looking for trouble.

"It seems that you really don't plan to give me Li's face." Li Quan waved his hand and said to the two subordinates behind him. "Just take it lightly, just break your arms and legs, and I can't explain how to kill people."