Chapter 632

Zhuang long glared at Fang Yusheng.

After a group of people laughed, they started to go to the bar.

Susanna has a housekeeper at home. The child is asleep. Qiao Jiusheng and Fang Yusheng have no psychological burden. Tonight, they can revel until the middle of the night.

There are many elegant restaurants, bars and Book bars in Zurich, but tonight is Susannah's bachelor party night, so they went to a lively bar suitable for young people's Carnival.

The bar is on the top floor with transparent glass walls and windows. On a clear night, you can see the stars when you look up. On a rainy and snowy night, you can see raindrops and snowflakes when you look up. This is a particularly interesting place.

There is neither snow nor snow in Zurich tonight, but there are no stars.

Fang Yusheng had a large number of people and directly occupied a long table. After taking their seats, they ordered beer, which is popular among the public, and chatted while eating fruit. On their left side, there is a luxurious swimming pool with young people in exposed clothes enjoying themselves on the dance floor. On the right is a performance field, and in front of it is the dance floor.

Interestingly, the music in this store is not the kind of noisy and rhythmic modern music. It's still playing rap vaguely in the last second, and it may play classical vaguely in the next. Therefore, there are not many people on the dance floor. Not everyone can listen to classical music and dance hip-hop.

"You can order songs here." Suzanne said.

Hearing the speech, Fang Yusheng said, "let me sing."

"No!" They all spoke together to stop Fang Yusheng's idea.

Fang Yusheng felt hurt and said, "my singing skills have improved a lot recently."

It's like you heard a joke.

Listen to Fang Yusheng sing, that is to find the guilty. Fang Yusheng sat down beside Qiao Jiusheng listlessly, and he and his wife whispered together. Fang Yusheng asked Qiao Jiusheng, "is my singing really that bad?"

Kind like Qiao Jiusheng, she can't lie without conscience, so she wants to be a sincere baby. She said, "believe me, you're better suited to play the violin."

“…”

Fang Yusheng picked up a glass of orange juice and played with it, sullen.

When Qiao Jiusheng saw that everyone was drinking beer, he was the only one who drank orange juice. She said, "you can play the violin." Without waiting for Fang Yusheng to agree, Qiao Jiusheng asked other people, "our family Yusheng is going to play the violin. If anyone wants to sing, he can accompany you."

Zhuang long stands up suddenly. He said, "I'm going to sing a song." As the only single dog, Zhuang long had nothing to do but sing.

Zhuang long pulls Fang Yusheng up from the stool. As they run on each other, they walk towards the high platform.

It costs money to order a song here. It costs about 500 Swiss francs in ten minutes. It's more than 3000 yuan in RMB. Unless it's a marriage proposal or a high drink, no one usually asks for a song. Fang Yusheng borrowed a violin from the musician.

Standing on the stage, he saw Zhuang long go to the high foot and sit down.

Two different types of handsome men on stage, attracted the attention of the audience.

After clearing his throat, Zhuang long said, "my heart will go on, for my best friend Susanna." Zhuang long is not good at singing new songs. All the songs he can sing are classic old songs. Zhuang long tilted his head, looked at Susanna and their table, and said with a smile, "they all say that marriage is the grave of love..."

Zhuang long is about to talk nonsense, but Yu Guang catches a glimpse of a tall beauty coming into the door.

He couldn't help but cast all his eyes on the entrance.

There stood a tall blonde woman with white complexion and blue eyes in a yellow off the shoulder bubble sleeve. The woman's yellow coat only covers her chest, revealing a large part of her waist. Below it is a pair of jeans shorts——

It's Xiaoli.

Xiao Li is standing on a pair of black high-heeled shoes, looking at Zhuang long.

Zhuang long rolled his throat, changed his tongue and preached again, "they all say that marriage is the tomb of love, but even if it is a tomb, I would like to be buried with you."

Xiaoli heard this, his eyes flashed, looking like there was no special reaction.

How did she come?

Suzanne must have invited her!

Why didn't Susanna tell herself in advance?

In a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through Zhuang Long's mind.

Finally, Xiao Li takes back her sight on Zhuang long and walks towards Susanna and their table.

Zhuang long was quietly relieved.

"Ah Li." Ji Yinbing and Susanna stood up at the same time.

Xiaoli tilted her head, and her beautiful curly golden hair swayed gently behind her head. She hugged several people present and sat down beside Qiao Jiusheng“ Sorry, the plane is late. It just arrived Xiaoli said this to Susanna.

Suzanne said it was OK.

Susannah yelled at Zhuang long, who was just like a fool on the stage, "sing, brother dragon!"

Zhuang long is inexplicably ashamed.

He has never sung in front of Xiaoli.

Fang Yusheng coughed, as if he was too lazy. Zhuang long returns to his senses and makes a look at Fang Yusheng.

After confirming his eyes, Fang Yusheng began to play.

As soon as the violin rings, the bar quiets down. Fang Yusheng's violin performance is at the level of performance.

Then Zhuang long picked up the microphone and just began to sing that sentence——

Every—night—in—my—dreams，I—see—you，I—feel—you…

When I feel you, Zhuang long suddenly broke his voice.

There was a little surprise in everyone's expression. Zhuang long was stunned after singing this sentence, and then he stopped singing. Fang Yusheng took the bow, and neither did he pull nor did he pull. He stood there, holding a violin, like a fool.

Qiao Jiusheng can't help covering his face. It's her who implicates Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng stares at Zhuang long.

Zhuang long came back and said, "sorry, I haven't sung for a long time. I can't play well. Let's start over."

Fang Yusheng wants to curse his mother.

He began to play again. This time, Zhuang long played well, and no matter how good he was, he didn't break his voice. Those two people who didn't have a tacit understanding, on the stage, one played fluently and sweetly. One sings so much that it's embarrassing.

At the wine table, Susanna looked at the man on the stage with a smile and said to Xiaoli, "I bet he saw you nervous."

Xiaoli doesn't like beer. She loves whisky.

Smell speech, she sipped a whisky, just say, "can't see." After a pause, everyone at the table heard her say, "when he's in bed, he's very wavy. He doesn't look shy." As expected, she is a woman who grew up in the United States. She is bold enough.

All of you:

Don't talk about such a private topic. Thank you.