In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

Xi Qingqing gathered her thoughts and asked Fu Ziyan, "Who else is here today? Just the three of us?"

"I decided to play at the last minute and didn't have time to call other people. If you want to have fun, it's not too late to call them now." Fu Ziyan looked at Xi Qingqing, as if she would send a message on her pager if Xi Qingqing said "yes".

It was summer vacation, and most of her friends were traveling. A small number of them stayed in Hong Kong and had little time to themselves, ready to go out and play at any time.

"No, no, the three of us are enough." Xi Qingqing quickly refused. Based on her understanding of Yanyan, if she had said it a second later, there would have been several more people in the box in half an hour.

After a busy day, she just wanted to have fun without any socializing involved.

Fu Ziyan arched her eyebrows and smiled slyly, "Believe me, tonight will be fun!"

Xi Qingqing's eyes showed anticipation.

Gu An Ning seemed to have thought of something, with a smile on his face.

Not long after, there was a knock on the box door, and the bar operations manager appeared inside. Behind him was a handsome guy with wheat-colored skin, dreadlocks, and holding a guitar.

The manager wore a flattering smile on his face. "Good evening, Miss Fu. This is the resident singer, Carl, whom you wanted to meet."

Fu Ziyan smiled and nodded, her voice calm, "Thank you."

The manager was very perceptive and didn't say anything flattering. He just said, "Then I'll leave first. If you need anything, ring the bell to call me."

Then there was the sound of the box door closing.

Zhou Kuang was confused. Half an hour ago, he received a notice from his manager to come to work early today. As soon as he arrived at the bar, he was taken to wash, put on makeup, and tidy up his appearance.

He only told him that a distinguished guest wanted to hear his performance and asked him to do his best, without revealing anything else.

Then he was brought to the box by the manager.

Three young girls were sitting on the burgundy leather sofa. The girl in the middle had a seemingly approachable smile, but her gentle and noble temperament could not be concealed. The manager's particularly respectful tone also made him understand that this was a "distinguished guest".

Zhou Kuang happened to look into that person's eyes, which were bright and clear, gentle, and distant.

"Your name is Carl?"

There was clearly a smile in Fu Ziyan's voice, but Zhou Kuang, who performed on stage all year round, felt a rare sense of awkwardness.

He heard himself say, "Yes, my stage name is Carl, you can also call me Zhou Kuang."

So honest!

Looking at the man in front of her who had a chic temperament but was full of nervousness, Fu Ziyan suddenly felt a little funny.

She chuckled and propped up her chin with one hand, "Zhou Kuang, don't be afraid, just sing a song you're good at."

What songs are you good at?

Zhou Kuang didn't know what song he was singing while playing the guitar. His mind was completely attracted by the smile of the person in front of him, as if he was lost in the shallow dimple.

It's not that he's trapped, it's that he doesn't want to leave.

Just one song.

Fu Ziyan smiled and nodded, neither saying yes nor no. She reached for her handbag, took out a stack of Hong Kong dollars, and was about to hand it to him.

Zhou Kuang knew that this was a tip, and usually giving a tip meant leaving.

He didn't know where the courage came from, but when he spoke, he could even feel his heart beating so fast that it seemed like it was about to burst out of his chest. "Miss, I can also play with glass cups. Are you interested?"

"Oh?" Fu Ziyan raised the corner of her lips slightly, and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

An uncontrollable smile appeared on Zhou Kuang's face, coupled with the small dreadlocks on the back of his head, for no reason, Fu Ziyan thought of an Alaskan Malamute.

"Please wait a moment."

Seeing Zhou Kuang was about to go out to prepare glasses, Xi Qingqing tilted his head and looked at Yanyan with a teasing smile, and reminded her, "There are a lot of wine glasses in the cabinet."

Fu Ziyan leaned lazily against Gu An Ning, watching with interest as Zhou Kuang meticulously lined up eight glass cups in a row, and then poured clean water into the glasses at different levels.

He looked serious as if he was conducting some chemical experiment.

Fu Ziyan takes a sip of the wine in the glass. This contrast in her character is so adorable!

As the amount of water in the bottle increases, the pitch of the sound produced by knocking on the bottle decreases. After testing the pitch, Zhou Kuang pursed his lips and carefully tapped out a Cantonese song that had been popular a few months ago.

Zhou Kuang's voice is deep and mellow, matched with the ethereal sound of the "Aquarius Harp", giving a sense of the clumsiness and purity of an adult playing in the mud with a child.

He looked at Fu Ziyan eagerly, looking more like a cute big puppy.

Fu Ziyan smiled. "It's an interesting show. Do you want anything?"

Zhou Kuang's eyes lit up, his lips moved, and he hesitated to speak, "Miss, can you come to the bar to watch my performance next time?"

"Just watching the show?" Fu Ziyan shook the wine in her hand, her gesture unrestrained and casual. "Are you sure you've thought about the promise I made?"

Xi Qingqing also looked at him with great interest, adding fuel to the fire, "It's rare that our young lady is in a good mood today. Even if you want a thousand-square-foot mansion, it won't be difficult~"

Gu An Ning cooperated tacitly, "A Mercedes-Benz would be nice too."

Zhou Kuang swallowed hard, and then spoke again with the same attitude, "Yes, I hope Miss can come and listen to me sing more often."

Fu Ziyan kept her word and looked at him in surprise before nodding and agreeing, "Okay."

"Thank you, Miss!" Zhou Kuang's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Fu Ziyan hummed, took out the wad of Hong Kong dollars again and handed it to Zhou Kuang, saying nonchalantly, "Okay, you can go out now."

After Zhou Kuang left, Xi Qingqing winked and said, "Yan Yan, it's so rare to meet such a bold and straightforward admirer."

Fu Ziyan tilted her head and looked at her with a sharp gaze.

"What's wrong, Yanyan?"

"I was thinking, you might be really exhausted from work." Fu Ziyan looked at Xi Qingqing with sympathy and love, "He clearly did this on purpose."

The premise for Zhou Kuang to express his admiration was that he knew she was a distinguished guest.

Gu An Ning burst out laughing, "Yan Yan already knows, why is she still..."

"I've been so tired from work lately, so I wanted to have some fun. It's actually quite interesting. It's clumsy and scheming, which is quite rare to see."

Gu Anning: ...

Xi Qingqing: ...

"As expected of you, Yanyan," Xi Qingqing paused and asked curiously, "Didn't you say before that you hate scumbags who play with people's feelings the most?"

"Well, I'm not playing with feelings." Fu Ziyan said softly, "The premise of playing with feelings is to invest deeply enough in the feelings. The one just now may have liked me a little, but not much. The kind that will be forgotten in two days."

"If I come to see his performances more often, it will be very beneficial for raising his value and even becoming a formal singer in the future. Besides, his answer really caught my attention. If I'm a little more foolish, we might become a couple in the near future."

"Then you can?"

Fu Ziyan blinked. "It depends on my mood. If I'm too busy, I have to find some entertainment. This one just now was silly but also a little clever. It was quite interesting."

Gu An Ning directly changed the subject, "Yan Yan, you said there was something fun tonight. Besides the resident singer just now, what else is there?"