Chapter 420

Maybe I'm not used to such rude questions. Qin Wanyu's face is a little red and a little embarrassed.

"Don't get me wrong, Feng writer. I never meant that. I'm just curious. I want to ask you whether you are speculating or buying wealth management, or playing gold futures? "

"I don't have that economic brain. I don't touch that." Wind Xi lowered his head and took a bite of cold cucumber and put it in his mouth. What he ate was crunchy.

Qin Wanyu didn't dare to ask again, but he was a little curious. Seeing his tangled thoughts, Hua Sheng said for Feng Xi, "she doesn't have much copyright income. Now, the writer is only famous. Feng Xi's second profession is a bar singer."

"Barman? She? " Qin Wanyu almost lost his chin.

"What? Look down on me? "

"No, no, I just didn't expect the contrast between your two professions to be so great." Qin Wanyu always went to bars and nightclubs, and didn't have a good impression on those female singers. Because most of them wear the clothes that leak, sell Sao Bo eyeballs, coax the local guests to reward and send flowers, and spend a lot of money.

However, there are a few real singers in Jiangcheng, who only sing quietly, but they can hardly earn much money.

"There are so many things you didn't expect." The wind smiled.

"Which bar are you singing in? I'll go to the show when I'm free." Qin, Wan and Yu asked casually.

"I don't think you will."

"Why?"

"The venue is too small, and the location is partial. How can you be willing to go there?"

In fact, the bar where Fengxi is located is a bit remote and the environment is very ordinary, but the boss is popular and full at night.

When Feng Xi is free, she can sing and sing in the past. After a month, she can also earn ten thousand yuan, and the income from book writing copyright is ten or twenty thousand yuan a month.

These incomes are not luxurious enough for her. She had a good life. As for the charity dinner that day, it was because of her fame and strong social influence.

But in fact, she doesn't have much money, but Huasheng knows that Fengxi doesn't love money, so she just likes her life.

If you want to be rich, just come out and roar. It's the only descendant of the Feng family. You can go out to see the Fengshui cemetery.

Then, those superstitious local tyrants can break through the threshold, and she can also get rich in a short time, but she doesn't want to and doesn't need to.

People have different aspirations, the ideal of wind Xi, has always been to eat, drink and play, when a rice bug, the game life is good.

"I'm not afraid of small venues, as long as you sing well." Qin Wanyu laughs.

Feng Xi didn't answer him. He drank beer and Hua Sheng didn't answer. The shop was quiet for a while.

Qin, Wan and Yu coughed, cleared their throat, and suddenly read, "when the wind blows, the clouds will fly. When the Weijia sea comes back to their hometown, they will be able to defend the four sides."

Feng Xi holds the bottle's hand and pauses slightly.

She looked up at Qin, Wan and Yu, with some subtlety in her eyes.

"Liu Bang wrote this windy song very well. It's very atmospheric. Your name is from gale song, right? The wind is blowing, the wind is blowing. " Qin Wan Yu asked.

"You know a lot," said the wind

"Ha, I also associate it with you. I don't know if it's right. I think your name is similar to dafengsong. It's easy to feel it."

The wind Xi smiled, also did not answer right or wrong, this topic also skipped.

The meal lasted until more than two o'clock in the morning. Hua Sheng was sleepy and almost fell asleep. The more wind came, the more spirit he drank.

Qin Wanyu owed a lot. He secretly sent a wechat to Jiangliu to show off. He met his fairy wife at dinner.

The river can't sit at home, so he puts on his clothes and runs to pick up people, so Huasheng is directly abducted by the river.

With the wind remaining, Hua Sheng tells Qin Wanyu that she must be sent home safely.

On the way back, Qin Wanyu drove to Fengxi's downstairs and walked her upstairs.

Maybe because of the old building, there was a huge mouse on the corridor road. After a scream, he jumped on Qin Wanyu directly and put his hands around his neck tightly. "Mommy, where's the rat from? It scared your father to death."

Qin Wanyu couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he felt something was wrong. What was wrong? The posture of Fengxi was too ambiguous.

They were close together. Qin Wanyu only felt that there was a pair of soft ones on his chest I don't know what.