Chapter 252: Take out one million to vent your anger

Yin Dong had a cigarette between his lips, and his faint gaze penetrated the curling smoke and fell on Jiang Yuan's face.

Jiang Yuan's throat seemed to be strangled by that gaze, and the song in her throat came out half a beat late. Qin Hao beside her immediately looked at her with concern. After being reminded by Qin Hao, Jiang Yuan's mood slowly calmed down.

She slowly turned around, and Yin Dong looked at her without any surprise. Could it be that he had set a trap for her tonight?

Qin Hao said that the video of her singing in the bar last night was widely circulated on the Internet. Does that mean that Yin Dong or people around him have seen it?

So he had someone set this up? He took out a million and asked her to sing for them. What was his goal?

Venting anger in this way?

She knew he was angry, but was he throwing a million dollars at her to humiliate her? Was he so sure she would sing here for the money?

In his mind, is she willing to sell anything for money?

But for the sake of the one million, she really came today as he expected. At this moment, Yin Dong and the familiar faces beside him were clearly filled with ridicule and contempt.

For a few ounces of silver

To have soup for three meals

For the car? For the house?

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This song is really fitting.

These powerful people soaked in the hot springs and enjoyed delicious food, fine wine and beautiful women. A bottle of wine on the table was worth a million, and no one knew how much the fresh roses airlifted in from overseas cost.

The decadent and decadent life we ​​see now is a stark irony to what is sung in the song.

Jiang Yuan's throat felt a little dry, and his voice suddenly became low.

Qin Hao, who was standing by, saw that she was not in a good state, so he reached out and patted her on the shoulder and gave her an encouraging look.

Yin Dong, who was sitting in the main seat, blinked his eyelashes, and a cold light suddenly flashed across his eyes.

The cigarette flickered at his fingertips, nicotine fumigated his throat, and his chest became increasingly stuffy, but that didn't stop him from taking one deep breath after another.

It was the first time he heard her sing live, and if it weren't for the video last night, he wouldn't have known she was capable of so much.

The song sounded depressing, but she sang it with great enthusiasm. She probably felt that the lyrics touched her heart, which just fit her self-pity.

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She said it was all for a few pieces of silver. Is this the excuse she used to justify her downfall?

Yin Dong looked at the male singer next to her, whose hand was on her shoulder and then slid down to her waist.

She was wearing the same tight black dress she wore last night. Her slender and soft waist was clearly outlined by the dress, and with her long legs almost completely exposed, she looked like a human target standing on the stage, waiting for men to shoot arrows at her.

What if she went somewhere else tonight? If there was another man sitting here, with her current behavior, would she be able to go home tonight?

Hasn't she suffered enough at the hands of men? She is now rushing out to show off and bring trouble upon herself!

The fire in Yin Dong's chest was about to burn his entire chest to explode, but he sat there motionless. His bottomless eyes concealed his anger very well, but a long burnt cigarette butt soon came out from between his fingers.

The little girl sitting next to him leaned forward from his arms awkwardly, stretched out her slender arms to reach for an ashtray, and handed it to him.

She held the ashtray obediently with both hands, saying nothing, and looking at him with clear eyes. His expression changed, and he moved his fingers to take the cigarette from his lips, and flicked it into the ashtray with her hand.

The girl lowered her eyes slightly, smiled innocently, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.

His smile spread casually from his lips and teeth that were biting the cigarette. He raised his hand and pinched her delicate cheek. The girl shrank her shoulders shyly.

Jiang Yuan forced herself not to look at the opposite side. Before going on stage, Qin Hao taught her that if she felt nervous in front of the audience, she should look up or far away, as if the audience did not exist.

Jiang Yuan tried to do so, but her peripheral vision still caught a glimpse of what had just happened in the main seat opposite.