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Chapter 623 Singing Lazy and Seductive Shou & Unruly High-ranking Paranoid Attack (9)

Resting his chin with one hand, with a confused expression, Ye Musheng just drank glass after glass of wine like this.

Under the orange light, he accidentally saw Ye Musheng's fair cheeks blushing, and Qi Feng laughed in a low voice.

You blushed after drinking half a bottle, how can you still drink with this amount of alcohol?

I'm afraid that if I get drunk, I won't know if someone fucks me.

Snatching the wine glass from Ye Musheng's hand, Qi Feng pushed the wine glass into the table, leaned back on the sofa, raised his legs and said, "Okay, stop drinking, and sing."

Glancing at the wine glass, Ye Musheng withdrew his gaze and propped his chin with one hand, his eyelashes drooping, indescribably lazy and charming, and asked softly, "What song does Young Master Qi want to hear?"

Qi Feng didn't answer Ye Musheng immediately, picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank it to the end, when he pressed the wine glass heavily on the table, he turned his head slightly, and looked directly at Ye Musheng with sharp and deep eyes like an eagle.

Seeing the wine-stained cloth on the collarbone tightly attached to the skin, Qi Feng raised his eyebrows, looked away, and said with a smile on his lips, "You can sing whatever you want."

The three people on the side were still punching and drinking, Ye Musheng stood up a little bit, his thick long eyelashes cast a row of shadows on his fair skin.

Automatically ignoring Qi Feng's gaze, Ye Musheng sang aloud: "Look at the flying dust, falling down, no one will find it exists..."

Qi Feng never took his eyes off Ye Musheng, while listening, he picked up the wine glass, put his lips on the edge, raised his hand, and the red liquid in the translucent wine glass slowly flowed into Qi Feng's mouth.

Gradually, as the song reached its climax, the three people who were fighting stopped and turned their attention to the two.

"Only me, guarding the quiet desert, waiting for the flowers to bloom..."

Ye Musheng sang well, the treble was high enough, and the tune was spot on, but after listening to Qi Feng, he put down the wine glass in displeasure, pursed his lips and furrowed his brows.

This song is nice to hear, but it is not as emotional as the singing that I heard when I first entered the wine glass.

This song was sung by this person very flatly, like a song made by a program, with a good voice and accurate pitch, but it was empty and mechanical, without a trace of emotion.

The feeling of depression and distress when he heard "Memories Always Want to Cry" before has disappeared, and now he heard Ye Musheng singing like this again, Qi Feng suddenly wondered if he had heard it wrong not long ago.

The corner of Qi Feng's lips twitched, he picked up the cigarette case from the table, and while opening the box, he lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Okay, stop singing."

Ye Musheng didn't want to sing at first, but when he heard what Qi Feng said, he stopped his voice decisively, looked at Qi Feng, and said in a calm voice, "Young Master Qi, I don't want to listen anymore, so can I go?"

"Go?" Qi Feng sneered when he heard that, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, raised his eyes and looked at Ye Musheng disdainfully and said: "It's still early, you want to go, but we spent money, There is a lighter on the table, come here and light the cigarette for me."

After finishing speaking, Qi Feng put the end of the cigarette in his mouth, crossed his legs, glanced at the table, raised his jaw, and signaled Ye Musheng to take the lighter.

Ye Musheng smiled calmly on the surface, her peach blossom eyes were seductive with winks, but the little finger of the hand supporting her face was covered by the back of the hand, pinching the palm hard.

His current status is nothing but his appearance, he has no power and power, and he owes a lot of money, so he can only endure...

Thinking of this, Ye Musheng turned his hand, took the lighter on the table, turned a little to his side, stretched out his hand to hold the lighter, moved to Qi Feng's cigarette butt, and lit a cigarette for him.

(End of this chapter)