When Su Wansheng ordered the song, there were nearly ten songs in front of the song, but they couldn't find the tune of what they sang, so Jiang Fengxing cut the song vigorously, and soon it was Su Wansheng's turn.

People see the title of the song on the screen, and one of them asks, "Whose song is this?" ”

As soon as he finished asking, a crisp and delicate voice sounded.

"Mine."

It's a nice sound.

The man who asked thought so in his heart, followed the sound and looked over and saw Su Wansheng holding a white and tender hand.

Seeing that it was the woman brought by Lu Zhenming, the little thought that just popped up in the man's heart was instantly strangled in the cradle.

Who dares to provoke Lu Zhenming's woman?

The microphones were passed to Su Wansheng's hands one by one.

It was a little hot in the box, Su Wansheng took off her coat, wore an off-white long sweater, stood up and opened her mouth to the music.

Sit back to back on the carpet

Listen to music and talk about wishes

You want me to be more and more gentle

I want you to put it to heart

You said you wanted to give me a romantic dream

Thank you for taking you to heaven

Even if it takes a lifetime to complete

As long as I speak, you will not forget

……

Su Wansheng's voice is soft and delicate, with a hint of lingering charm, which is very good.

The people who were chatting and drinking suddenly fell silent and listened to her singing.

The woman's soft voice, in the quiet box, flowed with the air.

The light hit her white little face, her delicate facial features were delicate and pretty, and her eyes were extremely watery, standing there smartly, which was very eye-catching.

Seeing that everyone was staring at her, Lu Zhenming frowned, and there was a trace of unhappiness in his heart.

My woman, what do you see?

……

The most romantic thing I can think of

It's about growing old with you

Collect bits and pieces of laughter along the way

Stay for a rocking chair and talk slowly

The most romantic thing I can think of

It's about growing old with you

Until we are old and can't go anywhere

You still regard me as a treasure in the palm of your hand

……

After singing a song, Su Wansheng realized that the box was very quiet.

She blinked, what's wrong with everyone?

Suddenly, I don't know who took the lead in applauding, and then the applause snapped, one after another.

Being watched by so many people, Su Wansheng's face was slightly red, and he stuffed the microphone into Jiang Fengxing's hand and quickly sat down.

Lu Zhenming unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to her: "Moisten your throat." ”

Su Wansheng didn't know what everyone's reaction meant just now, was she singing well or singing too badly, and everyone was applauding and encouraging her?

She turned her head and asked Lu Zhenming, "How am I singing?" ”

Lu Zhenming's long arms rested on the back of the sofa behind her, almost enclosing her in his arms, with a strong sense of possessiveness.

He glanced at those who were still looking at Su Wansheng, and looked down at her beautiful little face, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

"That's good."

"But why didn't everyone react just now?"

She was afraid that she would embarrass him.

"I listened to it and lost my soul."

Thinking of her singing just now, Lu Zhenming's heart thought of another thing-

Her coquettishness should sound good.

Every time she did it, she clenched her teeth, and he hadn't heard it once.

He suddenly wanted to go back in the evening......

Su Wansheng poked him with his thin white fingers: "I used to say that I sang badly, but just now I said that I sang well, are you slapping yourself in the face?" ”

Lu Zhenming was dumbfounded, and then pinched her face, with warmth in her eyes: "What you say is what it is." ”