Fu Sang blinked, and when he looked again, the boy's eyes were like a clear spring, shimmering with a captivating light.
...Is it just my imagination?
The lead singer's voice came through: "Hey beautiful, can you sing 'Confession Balloon'?"
A confession balloon?
Fu Sang parted her red lips slightly and replied, "I know a little."
The lead singer said with a smile, "If you just sing a little bit of the lyrics to 'Confession Balloon,' you can get a gift that our boss has carefully prepared."
He called out to a corner, "Isn't that right, boss?"
The young and beautiful woman raised her glass, smiled, and said loudly, "Yes."
"Boss, could you prepare a gift for us too?"
"What a beautiful boss..."
Jiang Mingyan's handsome face darkened, and he reached out to pull the woman into his arms.
Zhu Fu leaned against the man's chest, her cheeks flushed, and said, "If you want gifts, you'll have to ask my husband."
"...!"
The man was very handsome, like a dark demon, so who would dare ask any more questions?
Zhu Fu shouted to Fu Sang, "Miss Huanxin, quickly sing for Yun Chuan!"
After shouting, he winked maliciously.
Fu Sang subconsciously turned to look at Qiao Yunchuan.
The aloof and refined young man stared intently at her.
I want to hear her sing.
"..."
I'll spoil my little darling even if I have to kneel down.
Holding the microphone, Fu Sang smiled brightly and said, "I'd like to dedicate a song, 'Confession Balloon,' to everyone... and to the keyboardist."
The accompaniment to the song started playing.
Fu Sang began to sing along to the rhythm, his clear and melodious voice pleasing to the ear.
Qiao Yunchuan's beautiful, slender fingers danced across the black and white keys, accompanying her.
The two collaborated flawlessly.
People in the bar couldn't help but sing along, creating a lively atmosphere with smiles on everyone's faces.
After a song ends.
Fusang returned to his position.
A waiter in uniform came over, handed you a pack of tissues, and said, "This is what the boss asked me to give you."
Fu Sang took it, opened it, and took a look.
“!” She immediately grabbed it.
That little rascal Zhu Fu!
Qiao Yunchuan did give her his WeChat ID, but there was a small package hidden inside the tissue.
Still strawberry flavor...
Fu Sang's face was flushed and his heart was pounding, probably from drinking alcohol; he also felt a bit thirsty.
Feeling guilty, she put the things back in her bag, rubbed her temples, and prepared to leave the bar and go home.
I was unconsciously given some alcohol by Zhu Fu tonight, and it's quite potent, so I need to go back and get some rest.
Fu Sang had just left the bar.
The men at the table not far away immediately put down their glasses and left the bar.
The streetlights weren't very bright at night, and it was pitch black all around. The shadows cast by the green plants along the roadside looked like menacing monsters.
The cool evening breeze brought a chilly feeling as it passed by.
Fu Sang put on a blazer and walked with slightly unsteady steps.
suddenly.
Two men walked up to her.
"Hey beautiful, are you drunk? Do you want us to take you home?"
Fu Sang raised his eyes to look.
One of them was a man who approached people at a bar.
She frowned: "No need."
The men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with ill intent and lewd light.
"Look at you, you can barely walk straight..."
The other man, impatient, said, "Stop wasting time talking to her. Take her to that secluded alley over there, where there are no security cameras. Just take care of her."
A dark alleyway without surveillance cameras?!
Fu Sang's drunkenness suddenly subsided considerably.
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