Black-bellied president, love is too much!

Chapter 8
Jiang Bancheng looked at the girl next to her. She had delicate features and no heavy makeup. She looked comfortable and clean, but her black and white eyes were full of tension and uneasiness, which was not suitable for this kind of occasion.

Jiang Bancheng hadn't seen such a woman for a long time, and she liked her a little more.

The unhappiness in his heart slowly disappeared, his eyebrows stretched out, he leaned back on the sofa, stared at her with bright eyes, and casually pointed to a bottle of wine.

Xia Haiqing opened it very neatly, then poured him a glass and handed it to him.

Jiang Bancheng didn't take it, and put one arm on the back of the sofa behind her, approaching her as if gently embracing her, and raised his eyebrows to ask.

"Can you drink?"

Dujiu means mouth-to-mouth feeding, but Xia Haiqing participated in this kind of occasion for the first time, and had never heard of it, so she showed a confused look on her face.

"……what?"

"newcomer?"

Xia Haiqing nodded.

Interest flashed on Jiang Bancheng's handsome face, and he curled his lips together: "Forget it, I'll spare you today, sing a song for me, and I'll drink it if it sounds good."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xia Haiqing's reaction, he pointed to the karaoke stage with his fingers and asked, "What will you sing?"

"...Chen Xuedong's "See You Again"." Xia Haiqing hesitated for a while and said.

Jiang Bancheng ordered a song for her, and handed her the microphone. Xia Haiqing took the microphone, leaned quietly on the back of the sofa, and began to sing with an expression on his face.

"I didn't say goodbye when I parted, are you sad, turning around with a smile on my face, unwilling to be willing..."

At the moment when the clear singing sounded, Mu Ziyuan, who was joking with his friends, trembled with his fingers, the sharp blade cut through his fingertips, and bright red blood gushed out.

He raised his head suddenly, and his eyes locked on the woman who was leaning on the sofa and singing quietly with lowered eyebrows, his eyes flickered with astonishment and trance, and then he froze in a daze.

Seeing that Mu Ziyuan's finger was cut, Jia Jia immediately called the waiter to bring the medicine box, and then bandaged him up.

Mu Ziyuan was like a puppet, letting Jiajia hold his hand to treat the wound, his eyes fixed on the woman who was singing so hard, and then his pupils gradually gathered into needlepoints, the air pressure gradually decreased, so low that everyone felt the pressure, Silence.

Xia Haiqing's emotion blended into the singing, and he didn't notice the weird atmosphere at the moment. He sang hoarsely with the music and sang to a climax.

"...Pray that natural disasters and man-made disasters will be distributed to me, and only give you this fragrance, but I humbly ask for a little breath of me, so that you can remember in your dreams, the courage that I held you tightly..."

Xia Hai sang Qingqing, his eyes suddenly got wet, the hand holding the microphone trembled slightly, and the voice stopped abruptly.

Xingchen, I am also praying that after natural disasters and man-made disasters, I can catch your breath, so that my dreams are no longer nightmares, but the courage to embrace you...

Mu Ziyuan looked away, kicked the stone table, and the wine bottle on the edge of the stone table fell to the ground in inertia, making the sound of glass shattering.

Although the women were suppressed, they still let out a low cry.

Xia Haiqing was also frightened, trembling, looked up suddenly, the microphone rolled to the ground, and the room was so quiet that only the accompaniment remained.

Jiajia glanced between Xia Haiqing and Mu Ziyuan, her eyes were displeased, but she still smiled and stood up, pulling Xia Haiqing over.

"Qingqing, come over and toast Master Mu!"

Xia Haiqing returned to his senses and responded, took a bottle of red wine, and poured it into a goblet.

Holding the wine glass in her hand, she stood in front of Mu Ziyuan, bowed and handed it over. Before she could make a sound, she was kicked in the crook of her leg.

Jia Jia retracted her feet wearing bright high-heeled shoes, crossed her arms, and yelled loudly.

"Serving Lord Mu has to kneel, no one taught you?!"

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(End of this chapter)