Chapter 1593

God knows, how hard did it take him to say that?

The upper and lower teeth are still trembling, because the extreme fear that occasionally surges into his heart causes him to tremble from time to time.

It's terrible. Why are you so afraid of the world without the fifth thought?

Hearing min Yuchen's words, Song Yang shakes his hands again, almost throwing all the paper money into the brazier.

Fortunately, min Yuchen grabbed the paper money and complained a little more in his voice, "be careful, the number is wrong, we can't get the money!"

Song Yang used to mouth cheap, some words is absolutely subconscious export, "is not there so much?"

After that, I realized that I had said something wrong.

Some uneasy glanced at several hiding friends on the side, desperately frowning and winking, hoping that they would come out to help him as soon as possible, so as not to let him alone bear the boss's low pressure. It's better to change the topic.

Gu Nan and others are a little far away. Naturally, they don't hear what they say, but Song Yang's expression of asking for help is obvious.

Is hesitating whether to go out to rescue that smelly boy, but did not expect that Han Zhihan has gone out first, think of the festival between him and min Yuchen two people, really afraid of this honest boy say what ugly words.

Originally, they were comforting min Yuchen. In the end, the situation was even worse. They were really to blame.

Min Yuchen took a look at the paper money piled up on the wall around him, and his voice was a little choked. "We love money so much, like famous brand bags, all kinds of famous brand cosmetics and clothes. I'm afraid the money is not enough for her."

A few men who came to their back collectively stopped, facing such min Yuchen, they were a little helpless.

Song Yang rubs his sour eyes and wants to roar. Boss, can you stop?

Facing other people, min Yuchen didn't care at all, lowered his head again and continued to burn paper money.

Han Zhihan calm face, nothing to say, find the other side of the paper money, sit down on the floor.

Song Yang hoarse way, "three paper money, even number sister-in-law will not receive!"

Min Yuchen's hand is tiny a meal, the eye bottom flash a silk of fear, he is afraid of odd number, read to also can't receive.

No one knows better than him what will happen to the human beings who enter the crystal coffin. Let alone the corpse, even the soul will be completely eroded, leaving nothing.

He can accept death, but he can't accept turning it into nothingness.

But I don't cheat myself, I'm afraid I can't stick to it.

Han Zhihan didn't say a word. Every time he threw three pieces of paper money into the brazier, it was really three.

Other people also burn paper money together. The light of the fire shines on the face of a group of men sitting around. Except min Yuchen and Han Zhihan are honestly burning paper, the other people frown and wink from time to time, but no one dares to speak.

Once in a while, people who work late at night will pass by and take a look at them.

These men's looks are really the best in the world. Although there is one wrapped tightly, it still doesn't damage men's cool temperament, but why does Mao make such strange things as burning paper money around a brazier in the middle of the night?

This kind of creepy painting style really makes the young girls who want to chat up flinch. They also rub their arms and sigh that all the handsome men are brain sick now?

Until the last three pieces of paper money were burned, min Yuchen stood up, his legs stiff, even his feet numb.

"Come on, I'll invite you to sing!"

Singing?

Is min Yuchen still in the mood to sing?

Shit, can someone stand up and tell them, is this man over stimulated?

Han Zhihan copied his pocket with both hands, "go to the one we often go to."

The others were in a mess. Their thoughts were a little messy. How could they not keep up with the rhythm of these two people?

A group of nine people, all the way speechless walk to the nightclub two kilometers away.

The manager of the nightclub is also the person who has seen the scene, especially these men are all the CHILDES in the capital circle. They immediately greet each other with a smile.

After the first floor of the mob, and then a few of them were sent to the private room.

"look at everything, red wine, foreign wine, Baijiu, beer." Gu Nan thought that his good friends must want to get drunk. How can we say that they all have to sacrifice their lives to accompany each other.

"All right." The manager also saw that these gentlemen were in a bad mood. It seemed that they had come to get drunk to relieve their worries.

"Nothing. Don't let irrelevant people disturb us." Han Zhi's cold voice.

"Han Shao, don't worry."

After a while, the manager asked people to bring wine, snacks, innumerable wine and corresponding cups.

Min Yuchen took the red wine bottle and went to the VOD station to ask for a song. The others looked at each other and were still in the mood to sing. Why is Mao so scary?

When the song Prelude sounded at that moment, all the faces of the expression are stiff, can only drink in silence.Simon Birch!

They are not strange at all. The last time this guy was dying, he sang this song all night.

Han Zhihan, the only one who hasn't participated, still doesn't understand why these people look like this?

Min Yuchen's voice is comparable to that of a cello, and his heart is torn in his hoarseness. "You know, it's not easy to love you It's God's will that makes me fall in love with you, and then makes you leave me. Maybe in reincarnation, it's already destined that I should give it back to you in this life... "

Gu Nan kicked an Peiyi beside him and said in a low voice, "go change a song?"

An Peiyi is a little frightened, "Why me?" Although he is min Yuchen's cousin, who dares to provoke him?

"As long as you are in the entertainment industry, who can sing as well as you."

"I'm an actor, not a singer."