Chapter 1057

Huang Yumo shook his head and said in a loud voice, "I haven't drunk. I'm drinking. Hey, don't let me go. I won't go, sister Qiao... Let's have the highest fortress together. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

This time, er Qiao resolutely stood on Huang Yumo's side, clapped his hands and shouted excitedly, "one more song, one more song."

Other girls of the women's League were not interested in it. They shouted together with the coax, blocking the small stage and preventing Jiang Wuchen from coming down from it.

For a moment, Jiang Wuchen suddenly felt that the picture in front of him was deja vu, which is a feeling similar to the illusion that everyone will have.

But this moment is not an illusion. A few years ago, Jiang Wuchen was really singing every night, living a luxurious life like now, soaking in women every day.

His singing skills are trained from KTV. Of course, there are certain talents. If he doesn't have music cells, it's useless to soak for ten or twenty years.

"Well, I'm singing the last one." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

"Yeah!"

Many girls cheered one by one, and the attention of the whole fraternity turned to the stage. Tu Hongao and several others drank to Jiang Wuchen with wine glasses.

"Brother Chen, let's toast you first!" Tu Hongao shouted.

Murong snow mountain took a cocktail to the stage and handed it to Jiang Wuchen with both hands. "Brother Chen, come on! Dry this cup of hot flame red lips!"

"Flaming red lips? Hahaha, OK." Jiang Wuchen took the glass and drank it all without saying a word. The degree of this cocktail is at least 50 degrees. It is hot in the mouth and burns in the body. Otherwise, how can it be called flame red lips.

This cup of wine is full of 22. After drinking it, you don't have to stop it. There is a sense of dizziness. This feeling is just good for Jiang Wuchen. If you get more points, you may be drunk, but if you get less points, your mood can't be rendered in place.

The best place to drink is now.

Next to the backstage entrance, Wuxiang stood behind Wumei. "Elder martial sister, why don't... I go up and give Jiang Wuchen a toast!" she accentuated her tone on this respect, which was obviously what she meant.

Wumei's eyes are slightly red. She hasn't recovered from the emotion infected by Jiang Wuchen just now. She doesn't want to admit that Jiang Wuchen sings well. However, at that moment, the softest place in her heart was touched, and then she felt like crying.

"What was the name of that song just now?" Wumei asked.

"Huh? What?" Wu Xiang was stunned and didn't understand.

"The name of that song just now." Wumei looked back slightly.

Wuxiang was surprised to see Wumei's slightly sad side face. It's shocking that the eldest martial sister like nun extinction should be so emotional.

"Ah, it seems... Yes... It's called asking."

"What?"

"Ask! The song is called do ask." Wuxiang said.

Wumei nodded slightly and firmly wrote down, "how much do the people who wrote this song know about women! Can they be so profound."

"Elder martial sister, I said whether to go up and propose a toast to Jiang Wuchen!"

"Er, oh, wait, wait." Wumei said, and then her face returned to normal. The emotional expression disappeared and replaced by the usual indifference. "You go up to toast now. If Jiang Wuchen takes Xiaoyao Pill, it's easy to be suspected first, and how to ask in full view of the public?"

"Well, yes."

Wumei then saw Meng youruo sitting alone in the dark in the distance. Her eyes were indifferent, as if there were nothing, but Wumei could feel that the woman's attention was also on Jiang Wuchen.

"Hum, pretend to be a criminal!" Wumei spat and scolded.

"What?" Wu Xiang was stunned.

Wumei took a breath and took out a Xiaoyao Pill and put it into the orange juice. She noticed that Meng youruo didn't drink wine, but only orange juice.

She doesn't want Jiang Wuchen to take Xiaoyao Pill, because there's no way to ask. But she very much hopes that Meng youruo will take Xiaoyao Pill and have a drug attack. Let's see how this little hoof like to end.

"What I like most is to trample this kind of hoof on my feet! Wuxiang, find a way to change this cup of orange juice for Meng youruo." Wumei whispered.

Wu Xiang's eyes lit up and said excitedly, "yes, elder martial sister."

As like as two peas in the sound, the music of the last song is almost the same as the last one.

On the stage, Jiang Wuchen held a microphone with a faint smile on his face. Under the stage, there were women's League students, and many boys and female disciples of Jianzong stood there to listen to him sing.

"You can't get what you want. What should you give up? You can't just talk about the past..."

After singing two simple sentences, the women's group went crazy again, "what song is this? It looks so deep."

"Listen carefully!"

"I know, I know, this is a song for myself. Wow, those who can control this song... Tut Tut, there is only the highest fortress."

Meng youruo's eyes in the dark were in a trance. He was slightly flustered by a song sung by Jiang Wuchen. This song was thrown out, which was more like the continuation of the previous song, and his inner feelings were mobilized.

She doesn't want to be like this, she doesn't want to be aroused by scum, but she has to admit the reality. Fortunately, everyone is like this, and she is insignificant here alone.

"Martial uncle?"

Suddenly an untimely voice came.

Meng youruo's mood was interrupted. She looked around and saw that she was a disciple of the sword sect. She couldn't call her name.

"Martial uncle, someone asked you to go to the bathroom."

"Who?"

"Well, it seems to be the long legged elder martial sister who left just now."

Meng youruo doesn't doubt that nine times out of ten what the long legged elder martial sister said may be big Joe. She knows what happened to Big Joe and may still be unable to think about it.

Meng youruo stood up and walked to the bathroom.

When she left, the female disciple put the orange juice with the pill on the table and took Meng youruo's cup away.

Everyone's attention was attracted by Jiang Wuchen. The female disciple acted naturally and didn't stand out at all. She didn't arouse anyone's doubt.

But this scene was captured by Jiang Wuchen.

He stood on the stage and could easily capture what happened at the scene of the whole fraternity. Meng youruo was the key object of his attention. She got up and left. How could she not pay attention?

Meng youruo went to the bathroom and didn't find Big Joe. If it was normal, she might look around. But this time, she didn't. instead, she was a little disgusted and angry. Big Joe, she was eager to go back and listen to this song.

Back in position, the song goes to the chorus at the end of the song.

"The oath of old love is like a slap in the face. Whenever you remember a sentence, you get a slap in the face, and then you can't smell the fragrance of women for several years..."