Wife’s Color is Addicting

After all he lived two lives, Song Chumo didn't answer the conversation after he suppressed his emotions. After all, he was only an 18-year-old kid. What did she care about with him?

After sorting out things and preparing to go to class, Gu Xicheng on the side gave Song Chumo a meaningful look and continued to lie down to sleep.

There are some things that can't be rushed.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he came back from school. Because he lived alone, Song Chumo had to go to the bar to do odd jobs to earn living expenses, but all this would only last for one week.

A week later, as long as the audition of the old dream of Kyoto is successful, then the nearly living expenses and tuition will be settled. She will step into the entertainment circle again and stand on top!

The bar where Song Chumo worked was a bar called Dark Color, which was magnificent and magnificent. Because of his ugly appearance, Song Chumo could only work as a cleaner in it, and he had to cover his face.

Thanks to the mask on the face, otherwise, the face under the mask is not only unsafe in this bar, I am afraid it will cause a sensation even in the school!

After changing clothes and wearing a mask, Song Chumo took a deep breath and walked towards the hotel. After all, she had no other choice now.

After walking through the familiar bar lobby, Song Chumo was relieved when he arrived in the bathroom. After all, she didn't like such a place in the previous life, and it was the same in this life.

"Today you are responsible for cleaning up area A. Remember to be careful. The identity of those who come today must be kept secret."

The supervisor on the side looked at Song Chumo, and was very careful to let her go out. This also made Song Chumo a little curious.

Identity confidential? Why do you have to keep your identity secret when you come to the bar? What's the identity of this person?

"Thank Sister Liu, I will be careful."

Nodded, keeping Song Chumo's always clever image, she then cautiously walked towards the hall.

At the moment when the loud music and the intoxicated men and women approached each other, Song Chumo's brows were also subconsciously twisted.

It's not that I haven't been to such a place in my previous life, but I am still too uncomfortable to face it again in this life. I gritted my teeth and then walked towards the crowd.

After dragging the hall clean with difficulty, Song Chumo was also relieved. After the last remaining private room was towed, she could go back.

Reaching out, he was about to knock on the door, but the words from the door made Song Chumo's body froze fiercely in place!

"Jiang Tu, don't be too sad, you have a lot of schedule tomorrow, just drink less!"

Jiang Tu Jiang Tu!

auzw.com Jiang Tu who keeps saying that he wants to commit suicide!

Some trembling closer, I want to hear what these people are saying, but the sound insulation in this dark night bar is really good, even if I put my ear on the door, I can hear clearly. The words of Jiang Tu.

Frown tightly.

If the guess is correct, the content of the conversation here should also be related to her death. She absolutely needs to know this content!

After taking a deep breath, the expression in her eyes darkened, Song Chumo turned around and entered the bathroom, locked the bathroom with her backhand, and after making sure that there were no other people inside, she slowly extended her hand and moved her face. The mask was taken off.

The thin layer of mask is separated by two low-end existences, one is mediocre, but the other is beautiful and thrilling.

Now she has only this way, this face and this body of clothes, as long as she enters, they will definitely stop the topic, and only the bar lady who pretends to support the dark night can succeed.

I changed into clothes stolen from the hall, the golden tight skirt wrapped the exquisite figure, without any rouge gouache, it was naturally decorated, and the hibiscus came out of the water. The face under the mask is a combination of charming and pure Body, with a frown and a smile, the beauty is thrilling.

The corners of the mouth evoked a perfect arc, almost instantly, the eyes were stained with a different brilliance, self-confidence and enchanting, completely natural.

I never thought that I would meet Jiang Tu in a bar, but now that I did, she wanted to see if this Jiang Tu had anything to do with her death in her previous life!

In the dim box, a little fascinating light was shining on the screen. It was the last song of a generation of entertainment queen Shen Wei.

No one picked up the microphone. The two men and one woman in the box just looked at the beautiful suffocating Shen Wei on the screen, with wet eyes.

"Jiang Tu, don't be sad. Wei Wei Ling Tian must not want you to be like this. If you look at it only a few days later, you have lost a whole circle."

It was a woman who was talking, and she was very beautiful. She was in her early twenties, with a youthful vigor in her gestures.

"I'm sorry for her! I shouldn't let her go to the concert! If I can stay by her side, she won't have any trouble!"

While talking, he poured a large bowl of wine fiercely. Jiang Tu's eyes seemed to be a little moist. He lowered his head and looked distraught, causing the men and women on the side to twist their eyebrows in distress, and if If Shen Wei is still here, then she will definitely be able to recognize that this is Shen Wei's good close friend Liu Yin and her husband Shen Shuhao.

It's just that no one noticed that Jiang Tu's eyes suddenly flashed darkly.

"It's none of your business! Weiwei can't think of it herself, don't care too much, you"

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it!"

Shen Shuhao, who was on the side, frowned before finishing a sentence, but the box door was smashed open, and a girl fell to the ground with disheveled hair, her body still trembling, with a very pitiful appearance.

The conversation was interrupted in the box.