Chapter 567 Superstar (16)

He is in the music industry. If it wasn't for the He family's accident, his current status in the entertainment circle would not be too high as the king of singers.

So it is particularly sensitive to good sounds.

This voice is really nice.

Suddenly, the slow singing of the voice accelerated.

The lyrics are becoming more and more rapping and faster, but there is no trace of ambiguity, clear words and explosive voices.

The atmosphere at the scene was completely active at once.

Tips were thrown on the stage one after another, and He Nanxi couldn't help but look up.

This glance stunned him.

He saw Bai Weiwei standing on the high platform, wearing heavy makeup, red lips, long eyelashes, and hair loose.

Not ugly.

But the way she removes makeup is completely different from her.

She twisted her waist, the small opening on the back of the skirt reveals a touch of white and greasy skin.

The long hair was also like a black flower in full bloom when she turned around and danced.

Singing and dancing, the voice is steady, mellow and beautiful.

Every move of hand and foot is hot and provocative.

He Nanxi had never seen Bai Weiwei like this before.

Although the first time I saw her was at a bar, she wasn't that hot back then.

Later, after she took off her make-up, she took care of He Dongling with a white face, and even came here to encourage him.

They are more like a soft-tempered good wife and mother.

But now, she is just like a fairy.

He Nanxi's fingers were shaking.

Didn't you say that you usually sell alcohol?

Why is this even on stage.

There was constant screaming all around, and even a drunk man yelled loudly: "Take off, take off."

He Nanxi felt that his head was going to explode. He looked fiercely at the stage, but found that Bai Weiwei's eyes, if there was nothing there, swept him with a trace of charm.

Seeing him, she smiled and opened and closed her lips gently.

The song slows down affectionately.

It's like confessing to someone, He Nanxi's ears.

All her seductive singing.

It made his heart tremble, and his muscles tensed up. His anger was intertwined with another inexplicable flame.

He Nanxi couldn't bear it until his temples kept throbbing.

Her eyes flicked elsewhere again, to seduce other men to give her a tip.

Throwing one hundred yuan bills onto the stage, Bai Weiwei smiled happily and sang even more happily.

The dancing posture became more graceful and beautiful.

A drunk man beside He Nanxi yelled anxiously, "Brother will take care of you tonight, and let you give him a twist on the bed."

He looked over for a moment and remembered the face of this wretched man.

Really hot eyes.

Then he walked to the table, picked up a wine bottle, turned and stepped forward, behind the man.

With a sharp lift of his hand, the wine bottle hit the wretched man on the head.

This retaliatory action takes no more than ten seconds.

Clean and tidy, without a trace of hesitation.

The man screamed, his head bleeding.

He Nanxi pushed the man away, and rushed to the stage angrily, regardless of the lives of others.

Bai Weiwei raised her feet to do a relatively difficult dance move.

And He Nanxi just came on stage, and saw under her raised legs, safety pants in a short skirt, and a large white leg.

His steps faltered and his breathing became difficult.

It was so uncomfortable that I wanted to tear off the mask.

"Bai Weiwei." He Nanxi yelled in a muffled voice while wearing a mask.

Bai Weiwei turned her head in a daze, her red lips and white face had long eyelashes, and her clothes were a little wet against her body due to sweat.

That looming appearance has more impact than taking it off completely.