The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 545 Master Qin Coaxes Young Master Yan
Qin Zong grabbed the young man on the last step, put his arms in his arms, pinched the center of his brows with his long fingers, "On another condition, I don't know my birth date myself."

Qin Zong is really not very clear.

But he knew that if he gave it to this little rascal, it would be bad if he found out.

Yan Tao smiled coldly.

Qin Zong...

The young man's eyes were full of accusations, and his crystal clear peach eyes seemed to say: You are a person who does not keep promises, heh heh heh heh...

Infinite loop.

"Okay," the indifferent Qin Zongjun's face fluctuated slightly, looking at the showman in front of him, he said in a low tone, "Say, what do you want to do?"

Yan Xiaotao is gearing up: It's finally time for Lao Tzu to stand up and become the master.

Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha……

Xiao Qi... shivering with fear...

There are some stalls on the square, and there are many entertainment activities.

Young Master Yan put his arms around his chest and scanned the stalls in the square, his peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up.

On the west side of the square is a homeless singer playing guitar and singing, attracting pedestrians in twos and threes to stop and watch.

Young Master Yan looked at the man who stood out from the crowd even though he was casually dressed, and smiled.

If you have an opportunity, make good use of it.

The thin red lips parted slightly, and moved close to the man's lips, exhaling lightly, the eyes were captivating, and the eyes were shining brightly.

It looks like a little fox who has stolen a chicken.

The young man's tone was as low as a breeze, and he deliberately teased him with a frivolous tone, "Zong Zong, why don't you sing a love song to coax me first?"

Qin Zong refused coldly: "Change."

"……Humph!"

Yan Tao was like an angry kitten, turned around and left, waved his hand, "Forget it! There is no sincerity at all!"

Qin Zong had a headache and dragged the guy who was proud of himself all over his body, and nodded with a cold face.

The vagabond singer was singing an English love song. His voice was good, but not at a very good level.

After the song was over, Qin Zong walked over, said a few words to the vagabond singer, and handed him a hundred dollars. The vagabond singer handed the microphone and guitar to Qin Zong.

This surprised Yan Tao a little.

Qin Zong him, can he play the guitar?
Qin Zong plucked the strings, held the guitar with one hand, and sat on the high chair with a loose but dignified posture.

It was almost seven o'clock.

The cold moonlight shone down and fell on the cold and handsome man.

He just sat there casually, looking at the young man opposite, with a somewhat unpredictable expression.

The long fingers flick up casually.

Music notes come out from under the fingers, like spring flowers and autumn moon, like the breeze in the mountains.

Like the person who plays it, it is both light and cold.

Biansheng Yantao was so good that he got cheap, his beautiful peach eyes blinked, and he silently reminded him, "Love song!! Love song, love song."

"Because the wind is blowing gently, I miss you.

The heart is transparent, because I don't want to hide anymore.

Because I decided to love you, so don't doubt me anymore.

I really love you, there is nothing I can ask for without you.

Even if there is a choice in the future, you are still my only one.

……

The heart is transparent, because you will always be with me.

Because I decided to love you, so the wait is worth it.

I really love you, there is nothing I want without you.

......"

The man's voice was deep and pleasant, like the wind blowing past his ears, Yan Tao looked at Qin Zong who was bowing his head and fiddled with the strings, his heart moved slightly.

In the square, the singing and singing attracted many people.

Although they couldn't understand the singing voice, they still followed the voice and walked over.

(End of this chapter)