Chapter 308: Traces of Wet, [Performance Fruit]

"Please close your eyes when it's dark."

"Please open your eyes, werewolf."

…

"It's dawn."

"Damn it! Why did I get killed again?"

"I am a prophet, I believe in me, Xiaohao, Tang and Song, they are both werewolfs! Just vote!"

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Fengchi Telecom Club is a lively and jubilant atmosphere.

After playing billiards for a while, werewolf killed, Tang Song stood up from the seat.

When I arrived at the bar, I opened a can of Zhenzhen, which was smelling of lychee, and took a few sips.

Leaning on the barrest, looking out the window comfortably.

Because it is located around the scenic area, the environment here is beautiful and the air is refreshing. From time to time, you can see birds circling through the sky.

Outside the light-colored glass, Cheng Qiuqiu and Jasmine gathered together and sat under the sycamore tree.

Cheng Qiuqiu held the guitar and played it up and down a few times from time to time, with a very excited expression.

Tang Song admired the sexy and irritating girl for a while, threw the empty can in her hand into the trash can and stepped out of the door.

Hearing the footsteps, the two people who were chatting raised their heads at the same time.

Seeing that it was him, Jasmine quickly stood up and greeted her sweetly.

Then he said playfully: "Male God, I added your WeChat to the group. Can you give me some face?"

"But!" Tang Song snapped his fingers in a grand manner.

It’s so sweet that I still have to give you this little face.

"Ah! Thank you, the male god! To be honest, I'm all your fan now, the guitar is so good! The singing is also super nice, I love you so much!" Jasmine stepped forward excitedly and hugged Tang Song's arm, and rubbed it with courage, and said with satisfaction: "Then what, I'll go to the bar to drink some water first, and you two will chat slowly."

Seeing such a sensible Jasmine, Tang Song took out her cell phone and passed her friend's application.

Cheng Qiuqiu held the guitar and nodded at him, saying hello.

Then he seemed to remember something and said happily: "Su Yu put a sample of a new song on the fan forum. She just made it, and it sounds so good."

"Oh? I'll listen."

Qiuqiu nodded, picked up his phone from the seat behind him, and clicked to play.

The demo is very short, only less than 1 minute.

"Su Yu's songs have always been written based on her mood. It can be seen that she is very happy now, but netizens are starting to discuss her mysterious lover again."

When it comes to idols, Qiuqiu's eyes instantly become curved, completely different from the previous coolness.

After listening to it several times, Tang Song smiled and stretched out his hand towards Qiuqiu, "Use the guitar."

"Give it!" Qiuqiu's eyes lit up instantly and he handed over with both hands.

She really wanted to listen to the melody of this new song on the spot.

I was hesitating about how to speak to Tang Song before, but now I have achieved my wish.

Tang and Song sat down casually on a wooden chair, gently plucking the strings with their fingers.

Soon, the pleasant guitar sound floated in the green yard.

The tune is relaxed and lively, with some beauty and attachment, which is very similar to love.

The clouds gradually dissipated, and strands of golden light shone through the gaps of the thick clouds, sprinkling mottled light and shadow.

Looking at the Tang and Song Dynasty who were confident and free and easy holding the guitar under the sycamore tree, Qiuqiu showed a bright smile in his eyes, and also had a strong appreciation and admiration.

The guitar level of Tang and Song dynasties is already enough to form a formal band.

To be honest, her appearance is even better than her high school classmate Xu An.

You can make your debut on the spot, and you will definitely be very popular.

The guitar sound slowly ended.

Tang Song casually put the guitar on the seat, stood up and looked at Qiuqiu in front of him.

Because she was close, she could clearly smell the faint fragrance on her body.

It’s not perfume, but shower gel, and skin care products are mixed with the smell of laundry detergent.

Very clean and smells good.

Qiuqiu looked away with an unnatural expression.

Tang Song smiled and said, "I want you to help you. Are you free now?"

"What's up?"

"The sky is very beautiful now. I plan to take a short video by the Hutuo River. I want you to help me lift the camera."

"Of course." Qiuqiu agreed immediately.

Anyway, it’s a friend, so it’s normal to help a little.

"Let's go, I'll ride you over." Tang Song pointed to the location of the parking lot.

Qiuqiu was stunned, "I'd better ride my own bike, it's safer."

She had never taken a motorcycle from other boys and was not used to this kind of physical contact.

"It's okay, just take a photo by the river, it's very close." Tang Song took out the car key from his pocket and shook it gently, "I heard that you like double R, otherwise you can carry me."

After saying that, Tang and Song dynasties smiled and blinked at her.

He has never sat in the back seat of a girl, so he is looking forward to it.

Qiuqiu's face turned red in an instant, and she was silent for a moment: "Then...then you should take me."

Follow the clean slate road to the parking area.

Tang Song sat up neatly, inserted the key to light up, turned around and said, "Get on the bus, QQ."

Cheng Qiuqiu, who had put on a helmet, said "um" and sat down carefully in the back seat.

After hesitating for a moment, he still put his hands through Tang Song and put them on the fuel tank cover, and his body always maintained a certain "safe" distance.

"Buzzing--"

With smooth starting gear shifts, BMW's dual R accelerates out of the club gate.

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Looking at the two people slowly disappeared from sight, Liu Wenning, who was sitting by the window, clenched his fists hard, and felt extremely bored.

He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and said angrily: "Damn it, you're so rich? I deliberately make trouble for me and make trouble for me, fuck!"

Zhou Dongbing next to him whispered: "Wenning, the five performances are over, why don't we withdraw? I'll have some drinks with you tonight and let's chat slowly."

Zhou Dongbing himself has a somewhat unscrupulous personality and often curses when speaking.

However, since I was detained once, I have become much more restrained.

In addition, he had worked in Li Jun's nightclub before, and he performed particularly well today.

His idea is very simple. Since he can't afford to offend, he should hide. Anyway, he can earn money.

If you have any resentment, just wait until you close the door and scold it slowly.

Liu Wenning breathed, his eyes changed a little, and he suddenly said, "Winter Soldier, this white knight band has been disbanded, and I will not participate in commercial performances in the future."

"What's wrong with Wen Ning?" Zhou Dongbing's face changed and he quickly advised: "Don't, it's good to do this now."

Except for Cheng Qiuqiu, the other three are old friends who play self-media and resident singing.

Liu Wenning is the best one among them, with more fans, and often receives various resident singing jobs.

Jasmine and him were in a bad mood.

When forming this temporary band, you can get some extra money from time to time to relieve the economic pressure.

Liu Wenning pursed her lips and said, "Some time ago, an entertainment company contacted me and wanted to sign me. Their company has some resources and connections in the film and television industry and music industry, so I plan to try it."

He didn't want to go before, after all, he is living a very casual life now and is not short of money.

Moreover, the fat and old artist director obviously wanted to unspoken rules, which was disgusting to think about it.

But after being stimulated by the Tang and Song dynasties several times in succession, the anger in my heart was burning.

If you want to take revenge, you must become stronger.

Liu Wenning decided to grit his teeth and try it out. Maybe it will be really popular?

When the king returns, he will slap Tang and Song in the face!

...

Because the sky is thick and the sun is not fierce, it has a unique softness.

The sky gradually dyed a gentle afterglow of orange and lilac intertwined, outlining a quiet and peaceful picture on the vast sky.

The refreshing and moist wind surged into the nose, and lush trees passed by.

Cheng Qiuqiu, who was sitting behind, took a deep breath and his tight body gradually relaxed.

His nose moved and he smelled the refreshing and pleasant smell of Tang Song.
To be continued...