Zhuang Yan was frightened, Mu Lingfeng!

In an instant, all the confusion was dispelled. I picked up the microphone in front of me and said to the band teacher, "Please help me play "One Night in Beijing" from Xin Band."

The prelude sounded, and in the familiar prelude, the solemnity seemed to slowly find itself.

"one        night          in                                           �

"People say that deep in the flowers, there are old lovers living, sewn with embroidered shoes, and the peaceful face is still waiting for the returnee who set out on the war..."

Zhuang Yan has a unique voice, which is chaotic and ethereal and gentle. She has participated in several singing competitions, and she undoubtedly won the championship. Some record companies even signed her, but they were all rejected.

She was a good girl since she was a child and could not live without her parents. When she was young, she would cry for a while when she left, so she naturally would not follow others to other places.

If she hadn't met love this time, how could she have the courage to leave her deeply attached parents and follow a man to travel far away?

But……

"People say that the wolf tribe in the north will stand outside the city gate when the cold wind rises, wearing rotten-embroidered iron clothes, calling for the city gate to open, with tears in their eyes..."

Thinking of his parents, Li Haohao, betrayal, and his current situation, Zhuang Yan felt a little bitter and sad, and when she sang, her voice trembled.

Tears fell unconsciously with the singing, falling to the mouth, bitter and salty.

On the second floor, when Zhuang Yan opened his voice, Mu Lingfeng's gaze became deeper. His eyes fell on the center of the stage illuminated by the spotlight, his weak body.

Her voice sounds like she remembers.

Unfortunately, her good voice cannot make up for the mistakes she made.

Zhuang Yan said she didn't know him, but some harm and some hatred could also arise without remembering her.

Putting the whiskey in her hand into her mouth, Mu Lingfeng pursed the corners of his lips, saw Zhuang Yan, and stood on the stage and cried. Even though the people below applauded her, her eyes were still sad.

After the song, applause and cheers sounded from the audience, "One more, another one, another one..."

Zhuang Yan thought, you don’t need to call another one. From now on, you will hear me singing and you will vomit.

Mom Sang wrapped her hands around her chest, with a smile on her face, and said to the man next to her, "This woman sang really well."

"That's, which woman around Mr. Mu is vulgar? This woman is beautiful and sings well. I still want to..."

The man rubbed his hands and licked his lips.

Mom Sang gave him a blank look, "Go, Mr. Mu's woman, do you dare to move? I think you don't want to live anymore. No matter how beautiful this woman is, if she is moved by someone other than Mr. Mu, she will immediately become the deadliest poison."

"I just said casually that woman is so young, dry and flat, where is you more feminine?"

"Get out..."

Zhuang Yan opened her voice again, and everyone's eyes were once again concentrated on the stage.

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Mountain villa.

Zhuang Yan dragged her tired body back to the villa. It was already four o'clock in the morning. There were many people in the nightclub today. She sang until now and didn't even drink saliva.

My throat is almost smoking.

There are special handles in the living room and the kitchen. As long as Zhuang Yan approaches a place with water, she will be kicked out. You don’t have to think about who is the order.

In desperation, she had to swallow a few saliva and return to the room.

As soon as he opened the door, a cold air came to his face. Zhuang Yan's gaze was attracted by Mu Lingfeng who was standing by the window, standing with his hands behind her back, and facing her back.

My heart suddenly became nervous. When she entered the room, she stood restrainedly in front of the wardrobe, like a child who was punished, waiting for the parents' punishment.

"Come back?"

Mu Lingfeng spoke, cold, with a hint of alcohol.

"Um."

"come over."

Mu Lingfeng's two words made Zhuang Yan take a closer look and walked over with heavy steps.

As soon as he stood behind him, Mu Lingfeng reached out and grabbed her arm accurately, swung her body, turned her body, and Zhuang Yan's waist was next to the windowsill.

The evening breeze blows gently.

The bangs in front of the temples floated. Zhuang Yan sucked the spring and swallowed, not daring to look at Mu Lingfeng.
Chapter completed!