Fusang blinked, and when he looked again, the young man's eyes were like a clear spring, with a charming light.

…… Delusion?

The voice of the lead singer came: "Beauty, will you sing the confession balloon?" ”

Confession balloons?

Fusang lightly opened his red lips and replied, "It will be a little." ”

The lead singer smiled and said, "You only need to sing a little lyric of the confession balloon to get a gift carefully prepared by our boss." ”

He shouted into a corner, "Isn't it, the manager?" ”

The young and beautiful woman raised her glass, smiled and said loudly, "Yes." ”

"Boss, prepare a gift for us too."

"Nice owner......"

Jiang Mingyan's handsome face sank, and he reached out to take the woman into his arms.

Zhu Fu leaned on the man's heart, her cheeks flushed, and said, "If you want a gift, you have to ask my husband." ”

“……！”

The man is very handsome, like a black god, who dares to ask again.

Zhu Fu shouted at Fusang: "Miss Huanxin, sing it to Yun Chuan." ”

After shouting, he blinked maliciously.

Fu Sang subconsciously turned his head to look at Qiao Yunchuan.

The ascetic and noble boy looked at her with straight eyes.

[-I want to hear her singing.] 】

“……”

The male god he chose is obedient, and he wants to be petted when he kneels.

Fusang took the microphone, showed a bright smile, and said, "A confession balloon for everyone...... and keyboardist little brother. ”

The accompaniment of the song rang out.

Fusang along with the rhythm, and the crisp voice was pleasant to the ear.

Qiao Yunchuan's good-looking slender fingers flew on the black and white keys to accompany her.

The two worked together flawlessly.

The people in the bar couldn't help but sing along, and the atmosphere was very lively, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

After a song ends.

Vussan returned to his place.

A uniformed waiter walked over, handed over a pack of paper, and said, "This is what the boss asked me to give you." ”

Fusang took it and opened it.

“！”

She immediately pinched.

Wishing Fu that little villain!

Qiao Yunchuan's WeChat was given, but there was a bag of small things mixed in the tissue.

Or strawberry flavor......

Fusang's face was red and his heart was pounding, probably because he had drunk alcohol, and his mouth was a little dry.

She put her things back in her bag, raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her forehead, and prepared to leave the Qing Bar and go home.

Zhu Fu unconsciously poured some wine tonight, and his stamina was relatively large, so he had to go back and rest first.

Fusang had just left the Qing Bar.

At the table not far from before, several men immediately put down their glasses and left the bar.

The street lights at night are not bright, the surroundings are dark, and the green plants on the side of the road cast shadows like monsters with teeth and claws.

The cool breeze in the evening, when it blows, brings a chill of gloom.

Fusang put on a small blazer and walked slightly unsteadily.

Suddenly.

Two men walked up to her.

"Beauty, drunk? Do you want us to send you back? ”

Fusang raised his eyes.

One of them was the man who accosted him at a bar.

She frowned, "No. ”

The men looked at each other, their eyes a little ill-intentioned, and they shone obscenely.

"You see you can't walk steadily......"

The other man didn't wait, and said, "Don't talk nonsense with her, take her to the remote black alley over there, and do it directly with her without monitoring." ”

A black alley without surveillance?!

Fusang's wine suddenly sobered up a lot.

*

There is a bit of a card, and there are two more tomorrow mornings, and then in the afternoon we will continue to make up for them.

Good night, little cutie vote rush!