The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 370 The concubine can't do it!

After the group had eaten and drank enough, everyone went to the amusement park to play wildly all afternoon. When night fell and everyone was about to go back to school, Zhang quickly reminded everyone to go to KTV to sing.

After the intramural competition started, Saber had to fall into the tense competition. At that time, there was almost no time for fun. Everyone readily agreed with this pre-competition carnival.

For some people who work at sunrise and rest at sunset, when night falls is the time for them to go home from get off work, but for places such as KTV, discos, and bars, the rich nightlife has just begun.

As soon as Wang Yue and others entered a KTV, the ear-shattering DJ sound, the pungent smell of alcohol and strong perfume came to the surface.

The nightlife has already begun. Women dressed conservatively during the day put on sexy black silk and charming suspenders, swaying their waists and venting their troubles in life on the dance floor, while men habitually order a glass of wine at the bar. His eyes were wandering around the woman on the dance floor, looking for the prey tonight.

Wang Yue and his group seldom come to noisy places like KTV. At first, they were frowned by the deafening DJ sound, but after three to five minutes, they began to get used to it.

Zhang quickly waved the private room card in his hand, and said, "The private room is reserved, let's go to the third floor."

Zhang's quickly took Gan Ting's hand upstairs, and Song Wennuan also took Lin Sisi's hand upstairs.

Wang Yue looked at Xue Bing's puzzled eyes, shook her white and tender hands, and said in a gentle voice, "What's wrong?"

Xue Bing smiled and said softly: "It's okay, let's go.

With that said, Xue Bing took the initiative to take Wang Yue's hand and went upstairs.

The private room was very dark, Wang Yue and Xue Bing were sitting on the sofa in the corner, Zhang Kuai and Song Wennuan were fiddling with the song ordering computer.

Zhang Kuai clicked on the song-ordering computer, and said doubtfully, "I'm sorry, why doesn't the song-searching function work?"

Song Wennuan and Shouzi moved over to touch it, but the song search system was still not working.

"I come."

Lin Sisi's pink jade finger clicked a few times on the song-ordering computer, and the song search function was ready to use at that time.

Zhang quickly said: "I'm sorry, this karaoke machine is a rascal. Handsome people can't touch it. It will fail if you touch it. Even a small karaoke machine will fail due to my handsomeness. My me My future is full of worries, if being handsome is a fault, I am willing to bear it silently."

Zhang quickly said: "Wow, Sisi is still amazing, and I will present a song for everyone next."

"roll!"

"Go to hell!"

"If you dare to sing, I dare to kill you!"

Zhang Dekuai was not afraid of threats, and took the microphone and howled in the roaring style: "I am a little frog, quack quack quack! I am a little duck, quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack, quack quack quack quack", I am a little flower flower!" Chrysanthemum, cute, cute."

The unbearable Song Wennuan decided to fight against poison with no poison!

Song Wennuan picked up a microphone, put out an orchid finger, made a curvy chubby body, had a delicate face, blinked her eyes so charmingly, and sang in a whiny voice: "Don't be like this!" Look at me, my face will turn into a red apple, you're not like a koala haunting me, I don't want to be friends with you yet."

Song Wennuan danced and sang, shaking her fleshy body, pinching her sissy orchid fingers, and said in a low voice, "I'm a girl, a beautiful girl, I'm a girl, I love to cry girls..."

Wang Yue and the others collectively rolled their eyes, the picture was too beautiful to look directly at...

Zhang Kuai's face was full of tears, he covered his stomach with one hand, and patted the shoulder of Song Nuannuan who was still singing, and said in a miserable voice: "You won, you successfully vomited me..."

Song Wennuan said, "Keep listening to the end!"

Zhang Kuai hammered his chest violently with both hands, and roared heart-piercingly: "No, this concubine can't do it..."

Wang Yue and Xue Bing sat side by side on the soft and comfortable sofa, holding their hands gently together. Maybe the two hands were not tightly clenched, but it gave people the feeling that they could not be separated even with a knife or an axe. The two holding hands together.

Wang Yue suddenly let go of Xue Bing's hand, ran to the song-ordering computer and said a few words to Lin Sisi, Lin Sisi nodded.

Wang Yue took a microphone, stood on the singing stage, and looked at Xue Bing who was sitting in the corner of the sofa with tender eyes.

With a gentle smile on Wang Yue's delicate face, he asked Xue Bing, "Is there any reward for singing well?"

Xue Bing wrinkled her exquisite little nose, said in a clear and ethereal voice, with a playful tone, "Guess."

Zhang Dikuai and others looked at Wang Yue curiously. They all knew that Wang Yue sang very well, but they were curious about what song Wang Yue would sing to Xue Bing.

At this time, Lin Sisi's fingers touched the computer screen a few times, and soon a beautiful and soft melody sounded in the private room.

When Xue Bing judged what song it was from the beautiful melody, a happy smile appeared on his delicate face.

Wang Yue had a tender look on his face, looked at Xue Bing softly, and sang softly along with the beautiful melody: "Sit on the carpet back to back, listen to the music and talk about your wishes..."

Zhang Kuai also recognized the song and said, "I found out that it's not my singing voice that's wrong, it's my choice of song that's wrong."

Gan Ting, who was hugged by Zhang Kuai, hit him without hesitation: "Cut, how can you compare with Wang Yue with your broken voice?"

Zhang Jing looked at Wang Yue who was walking slowly towards Xue Bing from the singing stage, and said, "Wang Yue sings really well."

Taking advantage of the interval of the accompaniment, Wang Yue walked up to Xue Bing, holding the microphone in one hand, and stretched out the other to Xue Bing.

There was an unconcealable smile on Xue Bing's face, but she deliberately turned her head away from looking at Wang Yue.

Wang Yue smiled, sat down beside Xue Bing, looked at Xue Bing's exquisite side face, took the initiative to grab Xue Bing's hand, and sang softly in his voice: "The most romantic thing I can think of is to be with you Growing old slowly, collecting bits and pieces of laughter along the way, saving them for later chatting slowly while sitting in a rocking chair..."

Xue Bing turned around suddenly and said to Wang Yue, "Close your eyes."

Wang Yue smiled, this is coming for welfare...

Wang Yue obediently closed his eyes, but instead of Xue Bing's kiss, he was stuffed with a handful of potato chips, and then Xue Bing laughed.

When Wang Yue just opened his eyes and was about to frighten Xue Bing with a feigned angry gesture, Xue Bing's delicate and pretty face, which was slightly rosy because of shyness, suddenly came closer, and his cherry lips were slightly pouted, and it was lightly imprinted on her face. On Wang Yue's mouth.

Wang Yue's arm embraced Xue Bing's slender willow waist that was soft and boneless without a trace of fat, and held Xue Bing's moving and perfect body in his arms, followed by Wang Yue bowing his head, imprinting on Xue Bing's somewhat On the cool but sweet pink cherry lips.

Xue Bing, whose mouth was gagged, yelled "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

Wang Yue raised his head and looked at Xue Bing with some doubts.

Xue Bing's pink and pretty face was blushing at the moment, and she said shyly in a soft voice: "French style."

Wang Yue smiled, and then kissed Xue Bing's lips, um, French style.

(End of this chapter)