Lu Xiaozhan ignored the two dumbfounded beauties and opened a can of Coke to drink. He glanced at Ding Feng who opened the front door of his pants and said: "Master Ding, shouldn't you sing a farewell song to Sarah?"
Where’s Bova?”
Ding Feng was affected by the pants-changing incident and was sitting on the side sulking. After hearing Lu Xiaozhan's reminder, he suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh my God, I almost missed the main thing."
Wang Luqi asked: "What's the serious matter?"
Ding Feng glanced at Sharapova, curled his lips and said, "It's nothing, you can play by yourself." With that said, he ran up with his pants on and started to order a song.
Lu Xiaozhan sat near the door, his eyes slightly closed, and his brainwaves came out through the wall, locking on the box diagonally opposite Mali Ozawa, keeping an eye on him at all times to ensure the safety of Zheng Junguang's movements.
I have to say that Ding Feng's voice is indeed very good, rich and melodious, with a charm that is completely different from his hairstyle. What's more, the pants he is wearing cannot be buttoned, so the high notes are easily passed by. A song
After singing, Wang Lu looked at Ding Feng with envy and praised: "You sing so beautifully. I would be satisfied if I could sing half as well as you."
Ding Feng waved his hand humbly: "Where is it? I am just singing nonsense, not good at all." After saying that, he secretly glanced at Sharapova, only to find that the Russian beauty was holding a bag of pickled peppers.
Fengzhao studied it carefully and said quite depressedly, "Xiao Zhan, help me ask Sharapova why she didn't respond after I sang for a long time?"
After Lu Xiaozhan asked, Sharapova suddenly realized: "Ah? Ah! Ding sings so well, but it's a pity that I can't understand it. I just hear him howling there. Lu, please help me translate."
Lu Xiaozhan was startled. In order to avoid translating the entire song, he quickly changed his target: "Ahem... Xiao Wanglu, you can sing one too."
Wang Lu twisted her little hands and said shyly: "I... I don't know how to sing. I will scare you."
Lu Xiaozhan looked into her eyes sincerely: "I believe you! Give yourself some confidence and sing one."
Ding Feng temporarily put aside his depression and said: "Yes, Bajie, let's show off."
Wang Lu pouted her little mouth: "Humph! You are not allowed to call me Bajie!" She turned around and ran to light a song.
Ding Feng quietly moved closer to Sharapova, with what he thought was the most handsome smile on his lips and just called out "Sha..." The prelude of a certain popular song sounded from the speakers in the box, followed by
Suddenly there was a sound like a wolf howling, and it was the kind of thing that was stuck around the neck. Ding Feng was so frightened that he blurted out: "Sha... killed someone!" He picked up his pants and ran out.
Lu Xiaozhan couldn't help but spit the popcorn he was chewing into the sky, and ran out shouting: "Oh my god, what a ghost!"
Ding Feng rushed out quickly and leaned against the wall outside the box. He kept patting his chest and was shocked: "Oh my God, what was that thing roaring just now?"
"It seemed like Miss Wang Lu was singing, it scared me to death..." Lu Xiaozhan realized that Sharapova had already arrived outside the door before him, grinning and picking her ears, and sighed, "Sure enough, long legs can run fast."
The box door suddenly opened with a bang, and Wang Lu stood at the door with her little mouth pouted and a look of resentment on her face: "I said I can't sing anymore, but you still have to give me some confidence. If I really sing, you guys will run so fast.
It’s so bullying!”
Sharapova pretended that she didn't understand, and looked at Ding Feng innocently with her big watery eyes. Ding Feng scratched his head: "Ahem... I want to talk to Sharapova about something, in the box.
The music was too loud and I couldn’t hear it clearly.”
Wang Lu looked at Lu Xiaozhan again, and Lu Xiaozhan quickly took out a cigarette: "I'm a cigarette addict, and I really can't hold it in. Hey Bajie... ah no, Xiao Wang Lu, I don't think your singing is unpleasant, and so do I after all.
Your master." He lit up a cigarette and took a puff, but no matter how Wang Lu looked at him, his smoking action seemed to be calming down.
Wang Lu walked into the box with a resentful look on her face again. Sharapova quietly teased Ding Feng, and the two of them followed in helplessly. Lu Xiaozhan leaned against the door and smoked a cigarette with a contented look on his face. While he was smoking,
Lu Xiaozhan once again emitted brainwaves and looked into Ozawa Mali's box.
In the box, in addition to Ozawa Mali and the translator he had seen during the Master Chef Competition, there was also a short middle-aged man sitting on the sofa, holding a red wine glass and shaking it gently, talking to Ozawa Mali.
"Hey, it's this bastard?" Lu Xiaozhan was stunned. He didn't expect that You Zhongquan, the chairman of the dignified Youshi Group, would accompany Ozawa Mali to sing for fun in the afternoon, and there were three men. Lu Xiaozhan was too lazy to go.
No matter what they said, after finishing his cigarette, he turned around and entered the box, still sitting near the door, always paying attention to Ozawa Mali's movements.
Ding Feng still sang the love song unremittingly, regardless of whether Sharapova could understand it or not. He sang so hoarse that it was heart-wrenching. However, Wang Lu clapped her little hands aside and turned red and failed to win over Sharapova with her singing.
It was not until almost an hour passed that Ding Feng sat down next to Lu Xiaozhan in frustration with his trousers raised, and said aggrievedly: "Xiaozhan, you didn't even say you would help me translate, which made me sing for so long in vain.
Aren’t the pretty eyes made just for the blind?”
Lu Xiaozhan chuckled: "You have to translate your long song word for word. Do you think I'm too full? Besides, I'm afraid even the deaf can hear the affection in your song, but Sarah
Bova is just pretending not to understand, which means she is showing her attitude and ignoring you, do you understand?"
Ding Feng was stunned for a long time, then suddenly gritted his teeth tightly and said with a determined look on his face: "Fuck me, I don't believe I can't move her! I will learn Russian as soon as tomorrow, and run to Russia sooner or later to hook up with her!"
"
Lu Xiaozhan patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. Just as he was about to say something, the box door was suddenly pushed open. Zheng Junguang returned to his true self and walked in. He said with a smile: "Boss, it's done! I'll pretend in front of them."
I got a call and said I was coming here, so let’s just wait and watch the excitement.”
Wang Lu asked curiously: "Brother Guang, my master said you went to the hospital?"
Zheng Junguang was just about to sit down when he heard these words and was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground. He finally stabilized his body and glared at Lu Xiaozhan angrily: "Boss..."
Lu Xiaozhan said awkwardly: "This... I just said it casually, don't mind. Xiao Wanglu, please stop talking nonsense, Brother Guang is no longer a virgin."
Zheng Junguang stood up, blushing and shouting: "I'm still a virgin!"
Lu Xiaozhan quickly changed the topic: "Ahem... Brother Guang, please give Ding Feng your room card and wallet. Hey, Ding Daxia, go to the toilet and wait for that little Japanese, and find an opportunity to stuff it back to him, otherwise this scene won't work."
Keep acting."
Zheng Junguang bitterly gave Ozawa Mali's wallet and room key to Ding Feng, exchanged pants with him, and sat down in the corner of the box, sulking.
About ten minutes later, Ding Feng returned to the box excitedly. He smiled as he walked in and said, "That Ozawa Malia must have a kidney problem. As soon as I got there, he happened to go to the toilet, so I stuffed him secretly.
After I returned it to him, he even ordered me a tuba, but after I finished my tuba, he came back again."
"Nonsense, you can tell by his lustful look that he plays songs every night. It would be strange if his kidneys are damaged." Lu Xiaozhan curled his lips and said disdainfully. As he spoke, he stood up and moved around a little.
He stood up and looked out, suddenly feeling happy, "Hey, the show is about to begin."
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