Tang Guo is a special guest invited to the party, who sang at the party.

The time she calculated was accurate. When she found that a man was about to leave with an impatient face, she started singing.

The woman in the blue dress, fragrant shoulder and half dew, is still pure and sweet, holding the microphone gracefully. As the song spread throughout the banquet, those eyes that seemed to speak would also attract her world.

Originally some impetuous banquet, all kinds of anxious heart, because her voice calmed down.

Almost no one said a word again. They listened to the singing in their ears. The waiter took the cup and poured the wine without daring to do too much.

You Yu stood in the corner, his heart could not help sighing. With such an atmosphere, Tang guobuhuo was not allowed by nature.

The time of a song is always so short.

The first time everyone wakes up from a dream is to look at the woman on the stage.

Obsessed, intoxicated, with a simple appreciation, there will be naturally with other thoughts of vision.

"Miss Tang's singing is really different." This is a middle-aged man. He is gentle and well maintained. He is the host of this party. "It's really right to invite Miss Tang this time."

"I just don't know if Miss Tang will be able to appreciate it at the next party."

Tangguo lips slightly curved, "of course."

The voice of a woman also wakes Leng Rui up.

I don't know why. At this time, he is not going to leave.

Several people around Leng Rui gave each other a look, and Tang Guo's eyes were full of heat.

"Miss Tang, I've heard your songs before. I can't imagine Miss Tang is so young and good at singing. Those songs are on my cell phone now, almost every day."

"After listening to Miss Tang's scene, I know that it is more perfect than the recorded one."

All kinds of men surrounded Tangguo and praised him. When Leng Rui saw this scene, he could not help thinking of a dream he had before.

"Leng Rui, this is my new gold master."

"Leng Rui, there are a lot of men waiting to hold me behind me."

That dream, like a curse, encircles in Leng Rui's mind, and the little smile that originally hung disappears without trace.

When Leng Rui looks up again, the woman surrounded by countless men is gone.

He frowned rather impatiently, snuffed out his cigarette, and rose to leave.

"Mr. Leng, why don't you wait?"

Leng Rui takes a look at the speaker, which means, what else can I do?

The speaker was still nervous, but he had more courage to think of his preparation.

"Tonight, we have prepared a special gift for Mr. Leng. Mr. Leng might as well watch it and go."

Leng Rui suddenly understood that it was mostly women.

"No need."

Several helplessly watched Leng Rui leave, some frustrated.

Before Ming Dynasty, Leng Rui was so serious about Tangguo. How could he not be interested?

"Then let them go?" One hesitated.

Another humanity: "it's a pity to let it go. There are not many opportunities like this. This is a new person. Now it's clean and valuable. In a while, it won't be so fresh."

"Cold sharp doesn't mean other people don't want it."

"That's right. You can't get nothing."

The driver has been waiting outside the party. Leng Rui opens the door and just wants to sit in. Yu Guang sees a fat middle-aged man with a big stomach and a greasy face.