But he held back his steps and told the waiter: "Let Xiao Qin come and accompany me."
"I'll go shout."
The waiter didn't dare to neglect for a second.
Xiao Qin did not accept the job of accompanying wine or singing, but Su Yanshen was an exception. In the past two years, Xiao Qin was called off the stage by Su Yanshen countless times, or drank in a private room.
Wen Fei also promised that he would agree to anything Su Yanshen asked.
Everyone thinks that it has to do with the fact that the money has not been received. Failure to accept the payment proves that the money has not yet been received.
The waiter hurried to the backstage. Yu Wanwan drank the water and was about to return to the stage to sing. The waiter stopped her and said, "Miss Xiao Qin, Xiao Su always asks you to go drink with him."
Yu Wanwan's face darkened and she refused without hesitation, "I won't go."
"Forehead……"
The waiter's unexpected reaction made Yu Wanwan confused.
Is there something wrong?
Then she found that Manager Zhou on the side was also looking at her in surprise.
"Xiao Qin, why did you reject Mr. Su?"
Yu Wanwan wondered, hadn't she always refused in the past and refused to accept the job of accompanying people with wine and singing?
However, the reaction of these two people must be that 'Xiao Qin' has taken over such a job in the past two years.
Just as he was guessing, Manager Zhou said: "In the past two years, you have been asked to drink and sing with Mr. Su so many times..."
Yu Wanwan: "..."
really……
If she refused today, Su Yanshen might be suspicious.
She thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, I'll go for a while."
"You go first, I'll find someone to support you for twenty minutes." Manager Zhou patted Yu Wanwan on the shoulder.
Yu Wanwan walked to the booth outside, bent down and walked to stage 1 in a low-key manner.
The man was half-leaning on the back of the sofa, holding a cigarette in his hand. The ashes were piled up so long that it was about to burn his hand.
Yu Wanwan opened her mouth slightly, and the words of reminder came to her lips instinctively. She reacted in time and shouted lightly: "Mr. Xiao Su."
When Su Yan heard the woman's voice, he raised his face and looked into Yu Wanwan's deep blue eyes under the mask. Yu Wanwan's appearance flashed in his mind, "Wanwan."
Whispering.
Yu Wanwan sat down opposite him, "I am not your wife."
Her tone was very rude and polite.
After saying that, she picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into the empty glass, "Mr. Xiao Su, A Fei won't let me take the job of accompanying the wine."
When the wine was seven-tenths full, she held it up and faced Su Yanshen, "I can have a drink with you."
Su Yanshen kept staring at Yu Wanwan's mask, her eyes, and her actions.
Yu Wanwan felt guilty and nervous as if she had been here wearing a mask before, fearing that people would recognize her as Yu Wanwan.
But she didn't show it, she just tilted her neck and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
After asking, he pouted and frowned.
Su Yanshen curled her lips slightly, "Your voice is more lively than hers."
He sighed and then picked up the wine glass.
Yu Wanwan was slightly startled.
She fell in love with Su Yan at first sight. Looking back, she seemed to have always been restrained in front of him, to the point of being a little reserved, or she was arrogant, and indeed she had never been lively in front of him.
To put it simply, I have never been my true self.
She didn't answer Su Yanshen's words and started drinking. The strong foreign wine was very spicy when she swallowed it. She frowned.
Opposite Su Yanshen also took a sip.
Yu Wanwan drank half of the wine in one gulp and wanted to drink more. Su Yanshen's hand suddenly reached out and covered the mouth of her glass, "Don't drink so fast."
The man's fair and slender fingers and the tip of his little finger touched Yu Wanwan's lips.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Last night I said that I was bald when writing this book, but I didn’t mean that I didn’t write it, because the directional requirements of this book are very fast-paced, and I am no longer in my twenties, and my energy level is indeed not what it used to be.
Moreover, my children have a lot of homework now that they are older, and there are many chores every day, so writing this book is indeed very tiring. Of course... it is my job to be tired, but my job is my job.
It's up to me to decide what kind of progress I can make. If I don't want to read some of the things I say that are particularly unpleasant, I won't read them. When I saw you, I wrote a lot of extras. I've finished both the main text and Wen Jing's extras. I really want to write about Yan.
It’s a long-term project, but I don’t have the energy to write it recently. The other big book was unable to be written due to previous orientation issues that were not negotiated. I explained it before and I’ll explain it again.
