Kiss You, Sweetheart

"I'll make you sing more songs when the guests ask for songs." Huo Chundi said, "the price of a song today is 2000 yuan."

This is a high price that has never been paid before. Originally, it was only 1000 yuan at most to participate in the performance. They are not even half a star. Such a price is already sky high for them.

Only rich people like Ning family can offer such a price.

Of course, it's not just the actors from these companies who come to perform, but also the first-line stars. But they can't be asked to sing by the guests, so they need small performers from the performance company to activate the atmosphere and make a scene.

Originally in XF, had done talent training, Demi singing is not bad.

Demi didn't dare to look at the hall full of guests, but a pair of eyes fell on her all the time. When she saw Huo Chun, she hugged her waist so intimately and talked in her ear. She also gave a gentle smile. She was not unhappy at all.

The insults in the bathroom just now seemed to her to be a real mistake.

Song Zhixin's eyes became colder and colder.

For the first time, he was silent in front of all the guests, making the air pressure low. Zhong Xiuyan accompanies him and doesn't dare to ask him what happened.

Ming Ming was on his way to Ning's house just now. He talked and laughed with her. Although not very enthusiastic, but it is not so iceberg hard to get close to.

What happened?

Zhong Xiuyan looks at Song Zhixin, but she doesn't see anything. By this time, it was Demi's turn.

Wearing a cheongsam, she is even more beautiful. As soon as she appeared on the stage, she attracted everyone's attention, especially the men, staring at Demi.

She is perfect in terms of her figure and appearance.

As soon as she opened her voice, she received another round of applause.

At this time, she attracted a lot of attention. Instead, song Zhixin stopped looking at her. He hung his eyes coldly, stroked the edge of the wine glass with his fingers, and a slight sneer rose from the corner of his mouth.

Zhong Xiuyan carefully picked up a handful of vegetables and put them in his bowl. She said softly, "Zhixin, it's not good for you to eat a little vegetables and drink too much wine on an empty stomach."

This is concerned about the language, but song Zhixin said: "more words."

He had never been so bad to Zhong Xiuyan in the public court. Zhong Xiuyan's face turned red, embarrassed, and her eyes flashed a ray of hurt.

Fortunately, at this time, everyone was attracted by Demi's ethereal singing, and the conversation between her and song Zhixin was so small that no one could hear her. So no one can see her embarrassment.

Zhong Xiuyan presses down the hurt in her heart. She smiles dryly at the corner of her mouth, and then she takes the vegetables to eat to hide her embarrassment.

At this time, a man sitting next to song Zhixin clapped his hands and praised Demi: "this girl drinks songs well."

"Well, it's good. The sound quality is very clear." Others agreed.

Song Zhixin listened, but he gave a cold hum and said in a slightly disdainful tone: "is it plain and straightforward? It's nice to hear that you don't have any feelings at all? "

Just now, the two men who praised Demi gave each other an embarrassed look, and then quickly gave song Zhixin a smile: "Song Shao also has some truth. Although the sound quality is good, his singing skill is not good."

"It's just, there's no emotion, it's boring."