Chapter 458: The Rich Little Boy of High Civilization (21)
In the eyes of everyone speculating and looking, with the sweet melody of the song, Qin Zhi slowly opened her voice, and the tune was exactly the same as that played in her mind by Xiao 8.
"it."
"It's like the original."
"Open backing vocals."
"The female part of this song is sung by Li Anze's agent, she has been by Li Anze's side for many years, she has been exposed to it, and he has his personal guidance, her singing skills can be included in the profession, Qin Gong is not bad."
"Shhhh
"Listen quietly."
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When Qin Zhan sang, he looked at Qin Zhan, with a smile on his face and affection in his eyes, word by word, as if from his heart.
Qin Zhan stared at the screen and didn't look at her again.
When the female voice ended, he naturally picked up the words.
"You should be the one who fascinates me and makes me delirious......"
His voice is not similar to the original singer Li Anze.
Li Anze's voice was clear and ethereal, but Qin Zhan's voice was a little low, but it was intoxicating, like alcohol, with an endless aftertaste.
"It should be you in all kinds of amorous ways, I want to fall and not wake up......"
Colleagues were dumbfounded.
They had never heard Qin Zhan sing at the party, and they thought he was not good at it, but they didn't expect him to sing so well and cooperate with her seamlessly.
None of them are out of tune.
At the end of the song, everyone applauded and toasted.
"Cow Pi, Boss!"
"It seems that you used to give us face, so that we would not be ashamed."
"Bow to the wind."
"You are a match made in heaven."
"Disrespectful, disrespectful."
Qin Zhan: "......"
What a mess.
It's really this song so popular, he can hear it often, and it's not surprising that he can sing it, right?
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It was nearly eleven o'clock at the end, almost everyone had drunk, it was impossible to drive, and the sober people sensibly called the price, and they were so drunk that they opened a room directly in the hotel next door.
And Qin Zhan quietly took Qin Zhan who was in a trance.
Next.
Qin Zhan woke up in Qin Gong's bed, and instead of getting up immediately, he recalled the events of the previous night with a headache, and he was a little loveless.
What kind of orientation will you organize?
It's done, what kind of wine to drink?
Drinking is a mistake.
He didn't find his clothes, but he saw a brand new set of clothes on the bedside table, and he only hesitated for a moment before changing them.
Unexpected fit.
In the living room, Qin Zhi was watching TV and drinking coffee.
He walked over to her with a frown: "Early in the morning, what kind of coffee to drink." β
"Awake?" She smiled and put down the cup, revealing the marks on her neck, "Go make breakfast?" Or, go buy breakfast? β
His eyes darkened.
"I'm a little hungry, why don't you order takeout?"
"I'll do it."
He turned and walked into the kitchen.
There was a sticky note in the fridge.
"Although I know that you are unlikely to enter the kitchen, I still have prepared for you the usual things, the recipe is on the cupboard, it is very simple, and occasionally make your own food.
South Shore stays. β
South.
Qin Zhan rubbed the note into the trash can with an expressionless face, and suddenly remembered the name she had fallen out of love that day, and when he came over, she fell drunk in his arms and called her name.
South.
"Huh."
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Qin Zhi took a bite of his noodles, frowning slightly: "You this, did you put a little too much vinegar?" I think it's a little sour? β
"Is there one?" Qin Zhan ate the noodles in the bowl without changing color, "I think it's good, maybe it's because I like to eat sour." β
She narrowed her eyes.
He was indifferent.
She reached out and took his bowl and pushed her bowl over at the same time: "Then let's change the bowl." β
Qin Zhan: "......"
She ate the normal-tasting noodles in his bowl and nodded approvingly: "It's really good." β
Little 8: "It's naΓ―ve. β
It's quite naΓ―ve.