As Zhou Shuang ridiculed, what a big tone.

"You say what you say, are you angry with you? Or is he angry for himself? Zhou Shuang's laughter on the other side gradually stopped, she picked up the colorful cocktail in front of her, gently rubbed the wine glass against her lips, and looked at Wen Lifelike with interest.

Wen Xuxu didn't think about this question in the slightest, and directly threw her a big eye.

Nonsense, Yan Rusheng hates her so much, how can he be angry for her?

It is obvious that his 'majesty' has been provoked, and he is defending his majesty.

Zhou Shuang frowned, a little puzzled, "But the last time he dumped this woman, wasn't it because this woman asked you to rub her feet in public and put the newspaper on the newspaper to anger him?" ”

Although she is abroad, she still pays attention to some domestic news.

Wen Xuxu raised his eyebrows disappreciatively, "What about later?" I haven't even seen the tender model he handed over, and I haven't been dumped by him? ”

She didn't know how disgusted the guy looked at her when he went to his house to look for her that morning, as if it was a shame and unbearable thing to have an affair with her.

Besides, the investment in a movie is at least tens of millions, and he said that unless he is crazy, he will spend a lot of money to vent his anger for her.

"Oh." Zhou Shuang nodded, but he still felt very strange in his heart, strange and lifelike relationship.

From the time she transferred to meet them, it was strange.

It always feels like they don't really hate each other, but they can't find any basis.

The female singer with a neutral voice sang an English song affectionately, hugged the guitar, bowed deeply to everyone, and left.

Wen Xuxu and Zhou Shuang also suddenly quieted down.

Look at the men and women in this bar, borrowing wine to kill their sorrows, and partying with wine.

Lifelike feels bored, perhaps because he can't drink.

"Today is the 10th wedding anniversary of my lover, and I sang a song that I used to sing downstairs in her dormitory when I was chasing her in college ten years ago, and I gave it to her, thanking her for her unwavering commitment to me in the past ten years, whether I am poor or ......poor."

A middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from the stage, a simple and sincere confession, which attracted everyone's attention.

A chubby man, wearing a blue striped shirt, stood on the stage, holding a microphone in his hand, looking at a certain place, smiling happily and gratefully.

The lifelike gaze followed the man's gaze, and a woman in black was sitting there, the lights in the bar were dim, and it was impossible to see her appearance, except that she was holding a bouquet of roses in her hand and had an equally happy smile on her face.

The lights changed color, and a soft, slightly sad melody sounded slowly.

A Chinese song that most people are familiar with, 'Love Letter'.

'It's a pity that love is not a few tears and a few love letters, so it may be a bit cruel......

She listened to it vividly, and when it came to the climax, she couldn't help but hum along.

After the song, the wife came to the stage again to present the bouquet of roses to her husband, and the audience applauded, and a few naughty young people whistled enthusiastically.

His eyes drooped vividly, as if he was in another environment.

"Come with me."

Suddenly, Zhou Shuang reached out and grabbed her wrist and dragged her in the direction of the singing stage.

Xuxu realized what she was going to do, and hurriedly resisted, "Zhou Shuang, don't make trouble." ”