chapter 4

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Chapter 4 The Ex-Girlfriend of the Rich Young Man (4)


  When everyone in the music city was intoxicated by Tang Guo's singing, the singing stopped abruptly, and everyone woke up from the dream just now.

  Their minds were still recollecting the song just now, but Tang Guo only sang half of it, and the best part was not sung yet. They all looked at the woman on the stage with accusatory eyes.

  "Miss?"

  The musician had to stop, very puzzled.

  Tang Guo put down the microphone and coughed lightly, "My throat is a little uncomfortable. I won't sing the rest. Thank you."

  The musician looked at Tang Guo eagerly, hoping that she could finish the rest of the song, but Tang Guo had already walked off the stage. When

  others remembered to look for her, she was nowhere to be found.

  The singing stopped abruptly, making the man on the railing frown. A fragrant breeze blew over, and he had to open his eyes.

  He stared at the beautiful woman holding a wine glass in front of him. The woman looked at him with hesitation, "Mr. Leng, I haven't finished the song I sang before. Do you want to go in and continue now?"

  "If Mr. Leng likes to listen outside, I will sing outside," the woman said obediently, handing the wine glass to the man, "I have brought your wine glass for you."

  The man stared at the woman with sharp eyes until her back was soaked, her calves were weak, and she was about to fall. Then he raised his thin lips and sneered.

  The man took the wine glass and squeezed it gently. The wine glass broke into pieces, and the dark red liquid flowed down his palm. The woman was frightened and collapsed to the ground, her face pale instantly.

  "Mr. Leng..."

  The cold and sharp fragments pressed against her chin, and the pain in her neck made the woman tremble all over, and she couldn't say a word.

  When the woman thought that the other party would cut her throat, the fragments suddenly left her body.

  "You should thank the woman who sang just now." "

  I don't want to see blood now."

  The man took out a handkerchief to wipe the dark red liquid on his palm and turned away.

  The woman burst into tears. She had offended this man and her future was gone. She regretted why she had been so obsessed with drugging him.

  The man returned to the private room, stretched his arms, leaned on the sofa, and asked lazily with a cigarette in his mouth, "Have you found the woman who sang before?"

  "Mr. Leng, the surveillance shows that she left the song city." The manager was sweating coldly, "She left after the stage. If I knew that Mr. Leng would look for her, I would definitely have someone keep her. Now I have sent someone to look for her."

  The man waved his hand, "No need, my people will find her."

  Then, the man stood up, and the manager stood up quickly.

  "Mr. Leng is leaving now?"

  The man had already walked out of the private room, and the manager wiped his cold sweat in fear. These women are really troublesome. They dared to drug this person, and didn't even look at who this person is. It really scared him to death.

  Fortunately, fortunately, another woman came out to attract the fire.

  [Host, what on earth are you thinking? ]

  Tang Guo was wearing a SpongeBob nightgown and curled up on the sofa to watch TV. She actually disliked this SpongeBob nightgown, but unfortunately, the only nightgowns her original owner had were those with SpongeBob and Lazy Sheep patterns...

  [Host, do you think this talent show is going to follow the original owner's storyline?]

        The system broke down in tears, [Host, have you finally figured it out and decided to be a cannon fodder?]

  Tang Guo spat out the grape skins, wiped her mouth and hands with a napkin, "I want to be a singer, I want to sing."

  [Host, I love you! You finally stopped breaking down and finally returned to normal.]

       The system cried with joy.
      
       At this moment, the doorbell rang.





  (End of this chapter)

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