Chapter 469: Stinging Heart (Updates Added with Monthly Ticket)

Yan Hua has a good voice. When she speaks, she is soft and sweet. As long as she acts coquettishly, she can melt people's hearts.

So when she was at her fattest, everyone would have thought she was a stunning beauty if they had only heard her voice.

It was precisely because her voice was so nice and in sharp contrast to her image that she had been ridiculed so much in the past.

Many people think that with her figure and appearance, she is not worthy of having a good voice.

Yan Hua picked up a guitar and sat on the high pedals. He glanced slightly at Second Young Master Mu in the audience. Second Young Master Mu was talking to a young master next to him. He obviously didn't take Yan Hua's talent into consideration.

Yan Hua didn't look at Bo Yan in the corner. From beginning to end, he was treated as a transparent person.

But she could feel that a gaze that could not be ignored fell on her from time to time.

When she used to like him, she was always concerned about his feelings. His every move, word, and even smile could make her heart ripple.

Thinking about it now, Yan Hua only found it ironic.

Yan Hua plucked the strings with her fingertips and made a heavy buzzing sound. Several young men below shouted, "In what age are you still singing for fun? It's not as exciting as pole dancing just now!"

"Sister, why don't you stop singing and do some splits for everyone to see?"

"You look very young, you're still a baby!"

Yan Hua was not affected, she bent one leg, put the other leg on the ground, hugged the guitar, and opened her lips.

She sang a song by Teresa Teng. The strings of the piano rang, and when she sang the first line, Mu Ershao and several other young masters, who were not paying attention at first, couldn't help but look towards the stage.

The woman on the stage was wearing a black chiffon skirt, her head slightly lowered, and her eyes could not be seen clearly. Only her small and smart face and fresh facial features could be seen.

He half-hides his face when he wants to sing, perfectly combining purity and sexiness, giving him a retro old Shanghai feel.

Especially her voice, when performing Teresa Teng's songs, has a unique charm.

The originally noisy style in the box disappeared, and everyone became quiet and was brought into Yan Hua's singing.

The whole place was completely silent, except for her beautiful strings and sweet singing voice.

The wisps of notes are like the spring breeze blowing into people's hearts.

Bo Yan in the corner was not immersed in Yan Hua's beautiful singing. Seeing the eyes of those young men falling on her, Qingjun's cold face was so gloomy that it could scrape off a layer of frost.

After singing the song, Yan Hua came down from the stage.

Second Young Master Mu glanced at Bo Yan in the corner and quickly stood up to greet him.

Just when Second Young Master Mu's hand was about to touch Yan Hua, a loud noise suddenly sounded.

Bo Yan kicked the coffee table in front of him to the ground, and the expensive wine, fruit plate, and wine glasses on it were shattered on the floor.

Some of the fragments flew to several women beside the sofa, and screams spread.

Second Young Master Mu put his arms around Yan Hua's shoulders and whispered a few words in her ear. Yan Hua was a little surprised, but then smiled slightly and said, "Okay, I'll cooperate."

Second Young Master Mu called the waiter and poured two glasses of wine.

"Brother Bo seems to be unhappy. Go and offer him a glass of wine." Second Young Master Mu led Yan Hua to Bo Yan.

Bo Yan was leaning on the sofa, playing with the lighter in his hand, lighting it from time to time. The faint blue flames made his outline handsome and cold.

Yan Hua did not miss the haze covering his brows and eyes.

why?

Because she and him haven't divorced yet, do you think she has embarrassed him?

Then he laughed sarcastically in his heart, he never cared about her, so why should he be embarrassed?

Yan Hua handed the wine to him, her eyebrows lowered and her eyes submissive. She no longer felt the excruciating pain and heartbreak she felt when they broke up that day.

"Mr. Bo, if Huahua has offended you in any way, please forgive me." As she said that, she drank the liquid in the cup.

Second Young Master Mu interjected from the side, "Brother Bo, all the girls respect you, so you can't be too disrespectful, right? Miss Yan will cry later."

Bo Yan frowned when he thought of her crying that day, and drank the liquid in the cup without thinking too much.

No one noticed that there was a subtle glint in Mu Er Shao's eyes.

…

After Yanhua made a toast, she made an excuse to go to the bathroom.

Standing in front of the washbasin, she looked at herself in the mirror, looking slightly dazed.

A few minutes later, she received the message: The matter is done, you can go see your dad tomorrow.

Yan Hua closed her eyes, and a crystal tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

She didn't expect that she and Bo Yan would reach this point!

…

Bo Yan felt that his eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he opened them. My head also hurt, as if someone had hit me with a heavy hammer.

The buttons of the shirt on his body seemed to be being unbuttoned one by one.

That feeling made him disgusted and uncomfortable.

Second Young Master Mu was half-kneeling by the bed, looking at the man lying there with his brows furrowed and struggling in pain but unable to wake up. A gentle smile appeared on his lips, "Brother Bo, after tonight, I will be yours." The closest person."

He had unbuttoned the last button of his shirt. Looking at his evenly distributed texture and barrier-like abdominal muscles, Second Young Master Mu couldn't wait to stroke them.

But before she even touched him, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Second Young Master Mu was shocked.

But he soon calmed down. There was medicine in the glass of wine he drank. Even if he wakes up, he will have weak willpower and think of him as the person he likes and wants to have sex with.

Just when Major Mu Er was imagining things beautifully, Bo Yan, with blurred eyes, suddenly pressed the mechanical watch on his wrist, and saw a sharp knife pop out. He slashed his arm hard, and blood gurgled. gush.

The pain made Bo Yan wake up for a moment.

Second Young Master Mu was frightened when he saw his fast and cruel movements.

Bo Yan leaned against the bed, his vision still a little blurry. He looked at the person in front of him and unconsciously murmured from his thin lips, "婳婷..."

Second Young Master Mu was shocked when he heard him call out the word "婳婩". The person Bo Yan likes and wants to have sex with turns out to be Yan Hua.

As far as he knew, didn't he hate Yan Hua the most? The two had broken up, how could he still be thinking about her?

"Brother Bo, what are the good things about women? They are cold-natured and ruthless in their worship of money. We men are better..." Before Young Master Mu could finish speaking, he felt a pain in his neck.

Bo Yan slashed his neck.

"Mu Xi, it turns out you are gay and want to set up a trap to trick me. You don't have the ability yet!" Before Bo Yan got out of bed, he kicked Mu Er Shao hard again.

Second Young Master Mu didn't expect him to be so strong-willed. After falling to the ground, he smiled mockingly, "Yes, so what if I'm gay? Is it illegal? I just can't stand my old man praising you so much in front of me all day long. You are so talented and capable, why don’t you rely on women to wipe out the entire Yan family?”

"It's just that I didn't expect that you would actually fall in love with Yanhua! Hehe, in tonight's game, in addition to me, there is also your little wife. I know that you will not drink in entertainment venues, so I let your little wife My dear wife, cooperate. She already hates you to the core. In order to see her father, she would rather cooperate with me in setting up this trap than beg you for anything. Look at you, how pathetic you are!"

When Bo Yan heard Second Young Master Mu's words, his chest suddenly seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, making him unable to breathe.

Qingjun's indifferent expression was extremely gloomy, and he uttered two words coldly, "Yan, Hua!"