God, the gangster is here to grab the kiss again

Chapter 73 I'll throw you a bowl
"Red neon clothes?"

The bandit frowned and thought for a moment.

"I killed a person named [Small Flower], could it be from [Safflower Club]?"

"Well, it's possible, but why did you kill her?"

"Hmph! Steal my man!"

The corner of Tathagata's mouth twitched.

"Stop talking nonsense with you, let's go, the Internet cafe is a bit busy today, call me in the WeChat group if you have something to do."

"Okay, I'm going to download it too, go listen to old songs and enjoy it."

"Don't enjoy it yourself, share it in the WeChat group."

"OK."

Hu Xiaogui quit the game consciously, put down his helmet and pinched his shoulders.

"It hurts, playing a game feels like being beaten by the crowd, what am I trying to do~"

Then she got up and went to the side to change a record. She sang softly. She stretched her waist and bathed in the afternoon sun.

Unknowingly, I played the game all morning, but I killed it very well.

Thinking of Li Wanfeng protecting her all the time, he snickered.

While humming to the music, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to record a piece of music to share in the group.

Turning on the phone, I saw Ye Feihua's WeChat, three words, "Thank you, Master."

Hu Xiaogui returned with a big smile and went back.

At this time, a music song sharing was sent in the group, which was sent by Tathagata.

Hurry up and listen.

"Fate" - original singer: Jin Peng. K song: Du Rulai.

After listening to a few words.

Hu Xiaojie couldn't help but let out a "wow", turned around and paused the record, and fell on the bed to listen to Du Rulai's song.

lyrics:

The time on the alarm is so quiet

The story is written here but the plot is missing
Happiness stitches too many patches
……

The three words I love you were originally very beautiful
Now it's the deepest secret

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Hearing this, Hu Xiaojie sat up straight again.

She faintly felt that Du Rulai liked her.

She must kill Du Rulai's feelings early!
Feeling a little heavy in her heart, she pretended to say with a smile, "Oh, not bad~"

Ding dong, Du Rulai sent a private message.

[WeChat] Du Rulai: Does it sound good?

[WeChat] Bandit Lord: Don’t want something that sounds nice~
[WeChat] Du Rulai: I will sing you a few more songs in the future.

[WeChat] Bandit Lord: Good buddy!Pay attention~ you sing so well, let's go to the singing competition.

[WeChat] Du Rulai: There are too many insiders and no money.

[WeChat] Bandit Lord: I will protect you.Haha~ I guarantee you will be fine.

[WeChat] Du Rulai: / Lip curled, not confident, not going.Are you protecting me, or are you covering me?Those who are not popular in singing are very poor. / Pick your nose.

[WeChat] Bandit Lord: ——!!! Good buddy, for the rest of your life, if you don’t become popular in the future, I’ll throw you a bowl and you go to the street to sing, it’s not bad.

[WeChat] Du Rulai: /Laugh and cry.I don't want you buddy!
[WeChat] Bandits: / Roll your eyes.

[WeChat] Du Rulai: Would you like to grab half-price fast food at night?I treat you.

[WeChat] Bandit Lord: I didn't say it earlier, I've eaten it.

[WeChat] Du Rulai: ...Could it be milk bread again?

At this moment, Hu Xiaojie was stuffing bread and drinking milk, who told her that she couldn't cook.

Once when I tried to cook a dish, oil splashed everywhere, and then smoke and fire... I shuddered just thinking about it.

[WeChat] Bandit: That's right, bread and milk.Seriously, join a talent show, I will guarantee you~ believe me or not. /Laugh and cry.

[WeChat] Du Rulai: Let me think about it.If I can't eat anymore, will you take care of me? /Laughs cheaply.

[WeChat] Bandit Lord: I’ve said it all, I’ll give you a bowl, and I’ll throw a few steel coins. /Laughs cheaply.

[WeChat] Du Rulai: ... eat your bread and milk.

[WeChat] Bandit Lord: Hehe.

Hu Xiaojie rolled his eyes and thought for a while, now there is an audition for an idol cultivation singing program, snapped his fingers, and ran to the computer to sign up for Du Rulai.

He also sent Du Rulai's cover song to the other party's mailbox.

(End of this chapter)