The fat man suddenly snatched the quilt away, and his expression instantly became serious.

"What's going on? Wasn't this broadcast before?"

The man with glasses took off his glasses, wiped them clean with a cloth, and then said:

"It's obvious. He must be stuck on this day for some reason. As for what the reason is, I can't see it."

Although the bald man still looked fierce and didn't say a word, his breathing became noticeably heavier.

After Ren Yi came out of the bathroom, he sat on the sofa like a clockwork robot and fiddled with his laptop.

When the camera cuts away again, it does not return to Masako, but comes from a candid shot.

The person taking the photo should be hiding in the dark. He was filming the entrance of a bar called "Qing" from a distance.

There were a lot of people at the door of the bar, but they didn't look like customers.

They craned their necks to look inside, and many of them were holding cameras.

"Hey, what are you filming again!" The door of the bar appeared a crack, and then a big man wearing a gold chain yelled at the people at the door.

"Get out of my way! Don't disturb my business!"

Perhaps it was because the big man at the door looked too ferocious, which caused great pressure on everyone present.

After a while, all the people who were watching just now ran away.

There was a strong wind blowing on the street, and a black and white poster flew all the way into the air until it happened to hit the windshield of a car.

It doesn’t matter that the car owner didn’t see it clearly, but the audience saw it clearly, it was a promotional poster.

"The special performance of the beautiful singer Masako is now on sale!"

[The most beautiful singer in the city, sexy, hot, and noble, has she captured your heart and soul?]

[What kind of crazy will this ever-changing witch perform at Qing Bar?]

[On the evening of May 20th, I spent the confession night with Masako!]

The black and white photo shows Masako's profile holding a microphone and singing. Her heavy makeup looks much more solemn in the black and white photo.

"Mom," Masako said, putting on a shiny black miniskirt and a pair of red high heels over her sexy fishnet stockings. "I'm going out!"

When she squatted down to put on her shoes, many male netizens began to breathe faster when watching this scene.

By now, they found that Tang Yue was perfect for the role. She brought the allure and the sultry to life.

"I checked the weather forecast," the mother rushed out. "It says it's going to rain heavily tonight. Hey, take your umbrella with you!"

"Who said that?" Masako had already changed her clothes. She sprayed herself with perfume and turned around in the mirror with satisfaction. "Mom, do I look good today?"

"It's not pretty at all!" her mother snorted, looking down on her outfit. "You're a resident singer, not a bartender. How can you dress like this? Can't you wear more? And your socks, oh, they're full of holes. I'll mend them for you!"

"Mom! Why are you so unfashionable?" Masako bit her lip. "Today is my first solo concert, so of course I have to dress nicely! The boss told me that if business is good tonight, I'll be the only one performing in the show from now on!"

"Okay, okay!" The mother finally showed some joy. "Be careful! Your bar is full of people of all kinds, and you're dressed like that, so be careful!"

Masako hummed a song and went out in a happy mood.

There was already a line at the door of [Qing]. Masako smiled secretly and then went in through the back door.

The bartender glanced at her and said, "Still the old rules?"

"Hmm," Masako looked outside from time to time, "There are so many people here today!"

"Yeah," the bartender said with a smile, his eyes already fixed on Masako's ample breasts. "It's all for you."

Masako gulped down the water and gave it back to the man: "My stomach hurts, and I'm a little nervous."

The bartender casually placed Masako's used water glass behind him and said, "What are you afraid of? You sing so well, and the people here are all your fans."

"Really?" Masako blinked, then shook her head, and said with a hint of melancholy, "They might not be here for my songs, but for me as a person."

She suddenly stood up and lifted the bar’s chin with her hand: “Do I look good?”

The bartender's Adam's apple moved, and his voice stammered: "Good, it looks good. It looks especially good."

Masako came to power.

She was so dazzling under the spotlight, and every pair of eyes in the audience was like a hunter looking at his prey, greedy, eager, and excited.

They really did what Masako said, they cared not about her singing but about her as a person.

Just like her poster, the focus is not on the singer but the beauty.

"I'm Masako." She held the microphone, feeling a little nervous and excited.

Everyone sitting here today is here for her.

"The first song I sang for everyone was 'Last Dance' by Moonlight Girl. Many people say that Tang Yue and I look a lot like each other. What do you think?"

The man with glasses couldn't laugh out loud. He felt a strong sense of incongruity in this scene, but he didn't grasp the essence of it.

He was a little anxious.

I'm also a little worried about Masako's fate.

Masako's singing is actually really average, but luckily she is pretty and the people in the audience were mesmerized by her singing.

People kept spending money to order songs and send flowers, and one big brother even gave 50,000 yuan.

I just want to sing a song with Masako.

She agreed.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!