Madrigal refuses Xuanxuan's invitation because he is tired of playing house games with little girls. The huge media publicity resources are in the hands of the childlike little princess, and this feeling of domination disgusts Madrigal. He used the excuse that he was busy with official business, but he just didn't want to bother to please these women.

However, offending a woman is a big deal. Madrigal is currently living a stable life, but he doesn't know that a peach-colored time bomb has been planted.

Madrigal is about to go on the expedition, and the top priority is to talk about the future with Choi Yong-ki. Choi Yong-gi has returned to the presidential cabinet and is in a high position and is in charge of important weapons, and he readily agreed to meet with Mamakra. When Choi Yong-ki excitedly showed off two VIP coupons in the front row of the "Miss Zhiyun Annual Concert" to Muge, Muge knew that something was wrong with his mother.

After eating in a step-by-step manner, Madrigal and Choi Yong-ki drank in his luxury limousine, and rushed to the concert site at a gallop. Choi Yong-gi is particularly looking forward to tonight's revelry, which makes Madrigal uneasy.

"You haven't seen that woman's dance, have you?" Cui Yongji danced with his hands, "That pair of ** is like life, I bet there is a D cup?" plus a pure and charming face like a high school student, that is the object of the entire Xia Xing man YY. Not everyone has the opportunity to see this peerless stunner up close. ”

Pastoral had a smile on his face, and his heart was like a drum. He spared Zhiyun's pigeon, only to find out sadly and indignantly that this singer had an inseparable intersection with his future career, causing Madrigal to be extremely worried.

"Don't be nervous, today's expenses are all my brother's, and I will take you to experience the fun of being a man in one night. Cui Yongji was heroic and generous in front of the madrigal.

"The joy of men is to be out of the crowd. "Pastoral tries to get the conversation back on track.

"I'm sure you're about to soar, and I'm going to show you what it takes to be out of the crowd. Choi Yong-ki's gaze sharpened. He was clearly aware of the madrigal's appeal. After getting off the flying car and crossing the red carpet, Choi Yong-ki, who was dressed in a straight dress, led the pastoral through the screaming crowd without squinting, and under the guidance of the brokerage company, he went to the brightly lit front row through the heavily reinforced security passage to sit down.

Madrigal saw that the huge stage was swept white by the bright light, and the staff was making intensive final preparations, and several elegantly arranged tables dotted around the stage, including a name tag with "Choi Yong-ki", and ceremonial beauties offering food and alcohol. Behind is the ordinary audience seats, countless standing and cheering audiences are like ants embedded in the cliff, four security raid ships start their engines and hover high in the air, with screaming and dancing air elves to form a three-dimensional projection matrix, when Miss Zhiyun walks on the stage, the lights are full, the projection is started, the vast blue sky is suddenly blurred, and then the sweet image of Miss Zhiyun smiling is reproduced in the night- The overwhelming audience suddenly boiled, stood up and screamed, and the tide-like sound waves lifted the skirts of the ceremonial beauties to hunt and fly.

The cheapest tickets can probably only buy standing seats on the periphery, and I am afraid that I can't see the stage clearly with a high-powered telescope, and Miss Zhiyun's stereoscopic projection at night is arranged for this. And the most expensive seat is the row of banquets of Choi Yong-ki, who drinks champagne, and can even smell the faint aroma of fat powder on the backing dancers.

"Whether it's enjoyment or competition, always be the first, always be the leader, and others envy you all, which is to be proud of the crowd. Cui Yongji narrowed his eyes, his fat body melted comfortably in the circle chair, staring at Miss Zhiyun and setting off a warm climax in a few words.

"It's really impressive. For the first time, Madrigal enjoyed this privilege and then said to Choi Young-ki, "I think you're referring to that table." ”

Cui Yongji followed the pastoral gaze and saw a table of lazy people in the crowded bodyguard area, Jiang Li was sitting in it, and he was clinking glasses with a lazy man in a reserved manner. Grandmaster-level samurai in black uniforms are on guard on the left and right.

"The fat man who clinked glasses with Jiang Li is the current owner of the Summer Palace, the great president Tus, a selfish fool. Choi Yong-gi narrowed his eyes in reply, then smiled and toasted to Tus. Obviously, the president made him unhappy.

Miss Zhiyun sang the title song, and the energetic dance was like a magic spring, washing away people's tired souls and invigorating infinite passion. Even Choi Yong-gi straightened his waist and listened intently to the addictive melody. After the song was sung, the audience spontaneously set off a tidal wave of shouts, the screams of "Weaving Clouds!" and "Weaving Clouds!" resounded to curb Xingyun, and countless shiny fan cards of "Weaving Cloud Wife!" waved in the sky.

Miss Zhiyun gasped and waited slightly for the audience to calm down. The three-dimensional projection that occupies the night clearly and nuancedly expresses Miss Zhiyun's sweaty and moving demeanor, and even the curls rippling in her ears are clear. Pastoral heard Cui Yongji sigh: "What a beautiful singer, the voice is like spring water, it's just a disaster, but it's a pity that it won't be my turn tonight." ”

Immediately afterwards, Pastoral heard Miss Zhiyun's natural voice: "This song, I want to dedicate this song to the special audience in the audience, thank you for your attention and support for the cause of culture and entertainment, thank you for breaking the barriers of race, and care and love for Zhiyun as always, thank you, Mr. Tuss, please allow me to dedicate this bouquet of flowers to you." ”

A deafening cheer rang out abruptly, and Madrigal saw a team of black-pressed security guards connect the stage to the feast, and a bright skirt ran briskly behind the human wall, delivering the bouquet to the president's table, and then returning the way it came. The jealous audience nearly went crazy, and many men even unbuckled their seat belts and swarmed to the VIP seats, only to be sounded and relentlessly stunned by the loud warnings of the well-trained president's bodyguards, and the security company organized police forces to deal with the crisis, orderly dragging the fainting spectators back to the designated area to rest.

Madrigal was dumbfounded. is also a VIP seat, the hustle and bustle of the table where the flowers were given, and the door of the table that was left out in the cold can be crowded, favoring one over the other, forming a stark contrast. Choi Yong-gi instructed the ceremonial beauty to add ice cubes to the spirits, shook the glass and told the madrigal: "See? This is called being arrogant, and in front of him, all the males are ignored." ”

Pastoral hears Choi Yong-ki's loss. Yes, Cui Yongji got the most expensive tickets regardless of the cost, and naturally longed to be harmed by the red face and water, even if he got a glance and an apologetic smile from the peerless stunner, he could be satisfied. However, with more powerful bigwigs present, Cui Yongji has become a cold scrap that no one cares about.

"Master Cui, it's man-made. We work together, not without our power. Madrigal lifted the Jinxi wine and brought up the topic again. Sure enough, this time he received a positive response from Choi Yong-ki, and the slightly drunk chief of staff crossed the table and clinked glasses with Madrigal, pointed at him and said, "Very good." Men have to be strong, for example, now, a woman you can't get is sometimes your chance to succeed, just because her back forces you to move forward. ”

Cui Yongji may be referring to Miss Zhiyun who overwhelms the world, or Miss Jiang Li, who is high in the sky, no one knows who he covets. But the pastoral is like a mirror. Because he couldn't protect himself, he personally sent away the woman he liked, because of his lack of skills, he tearfully acquiesced to Concubine Xiao's long sleep, and because of his humble status, he tacitly parted with Shuna Laoyan - the bitterness of continuous loss forced Muge to lie down and try his courage and move forward step by step. Cui Yongji seems to be a wandering wreck, but he has a spiritual core similar to that of Pastoral, that is, the unyielding fighting spirit of gritting his teeth and forging ahead.

"Pastoral is lonely, and he will be cared for by the chief of staff in the future. "Pastoral strikes while the iron is hot, taking advantage of the coldness here, and constantly clinking glasses with Cui Yongji.

"Zheng Xuan recommended you to me, and Jiang Li asked me to ban you. However, I prefer Ms. Lai's advice to treat you as an investment. Pressing a small bet, betting that you will win the pastoral song, lose, you will not be harmed, if you win, continue to raise, you will never lose. Cui Yongji said carefully and carefully to show the sincerity of exchanging benefits: "The truth always seems ugly, but it is more important than the truth." You have to remember that the moment you fail, the day I abandon you. ”

"It's very fair and I'm happy to accept it. Pastoral heard the subtext, that is, "As long as you are soaring, I, Choi Yongji, will be your solid ally." This kind of objective cooperation of mutual benefit and symbiosis makes Pastoral feel down-to-earth. Human affection is as thin as paper, interests are greater than the sky, and the truth is more satisfying than clichés.

Two lonely but not depressed men pushed the cup and changed the lamp, finished the business, and were about to leave happily, when they suddenly heard the sound of heaven: "The following song, Zhiyun hopes to dedicate it to another special friend, I am very happy to see that he also came to the performance site, this song is an old song that Zhiyun likes very much, called "You will not have a good end", here dedicated to Mr. Pastoral in the No. 3 VIP seat, thank you." ”

Thunderous applause. Cheers. The crackling applause continued. President Tooss and Vice President Jiang Li look at the pastoral song at table 3 at the same time. Madrigal twisted his rusty neck and slowly met Choi Yongji's gaze, finding that this old friend was also holding the glass of liquor without moving, staring at Madrigal without saying a word.

The glamorous backup dancers rushed onto the stage under the bright light of the strafing, and the lively and powerful queen voice performed the moving melody happily, and the applause of the tens of millions of spectators in the audience actually formed a drum beat with the same beat, and the fans high-fived and concentrated their firepower, invariably staring at the slightly rickety young back of the No. 3 VIP seat:

"You won't end well / You're a white-eyed wolf / An unproven crime / An invulnerable heart / Destroy her without the slightest compassion / The voice of an angel singing / Please don't get so close / Looking forward to a certain gentleman you cherish / A knife into your heart ......"

If the gaze of tens of millions of viewers makes the madrigal stabbed in the back, then the meaningful gaze of the president and Jiang Li makes the madrigal feel like sitting on pins and needles, like being kidnapped by the sight, there is no second way except to sit upright.

Cui Yongji stared at Mu Ge faintly, and asked with his lips, "What's going on? Did you secretly enlarge Miss Zhiyun's belly? There is such a good thing to hide from me? Huh?"

"You're not going to end well...... You're a white-eyed wolf......" Miss Zhiyun's natural voice became clearer and more powerful, pushing the pleasant experience and the baptism of resentment to new heights.

Pastoral also looked confused. His understanding of Zhiyun was only a casual conversation after dinner, he only knew that there were many colleagues who were obsessed with her, and he didn't know what kind of intersection this hot singer had with him—could it be that if he released a pigeon once, he would be subjected to such severe retaliation!

"Everyone sing with me!" Miss Zhiyun's sleek image was as frivolous as water and grass, and she waved her arms happily, instantly making the chorus of tens of millions of people resound in the summer starry sky:

"You're not going to end well...... You're a white-eyed wolf......"

Madrigal covered her face inexplicably and vowed never to underestimate the power of these women again. They can make you glamorous, they can also make you ruined, and you who are played with by them are not worth trying.