Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Whatever the manager explains, those people just don't stop.

Huang Ling walked over and heard the manager explain to the group.

But a few of them were too drunk to hear.

“We are reasonable, take a step back, Argo can't sing, you find a song like Argo to sing.” One of them said.

When the manager listens, he punches in the corner. Is that reasonable?

Singer Argo's singing, very unique, no one can imitate it.

The whole bar can't imitate a singer. For a moment and a half, where is he going to find someone?

“What about the other singers?” The manager said with a headache.

“No!”

“Otherwise, I'll let the singers come out and let you choose who you want to sing, okay? ”

“We love to hear Argo sing! ”

The manager patiently explained: "Argo's singing is unique, but the bar has a prettier singer than Argo. ”

“How pretty? ”

“I'll get them over here, line up and let you choose. What do you say?” The manager doesn't care who comes to the bar to drink.

The bar is a VIP membership, superior society, wealthy children, senior figures can only handle this VIP membership card.

In front of this group, it is the young master of rich people, with some background.

Fucking offense, a couple of their families could tear down the bar.

The manager turns around and is going to ask the women singers who work tonight to come out and “serve” the boys.

He just passed over and stood behind him, Huang Ling, appearing in the sight of the group.

There are a lot of people watching and a lot of people wearing bar suits.

But...

Huang Ling didn't know how he was like winning a prize. He was pointed at by a man who was looking for the head, "She! ”

Suddenly, the eyes of all gathered to Huang Ling.

Huang Ling didn't know who this man was referring to yet.

She sees a man pointing this way, she looks left, she looks right.

“That's you, Twirl!” The man said again.

Twist your head, girl?

Huang Ling retracted Dong Zhang Xiwang's gaze and looked stunned at the man pointing at him, "Me? ”

She raised her hand and held her finger, pointing at herself.

“That's right, you!” A man's face dragged, his face bullied.

“I'm not a singer, I'm...”

“Tonight I want you to be a singer, you have to be a singer! Or I'll smash this bar tonight, believe it or not? ”

“…” so draggy.

Huang Ling wants to hit someone, but... he can't.

“Huang Ling, just sing a few songs. If Lord Wu likes you, give him a face and sing a few songs on stage.” At first glance, the so-called Wu Prince appointed Huang Ling to sing, his eyes lit up, and he hurried forward to persuade Huang Ling.

“Manager, I'm not a singer, I'll be frightened. ”

“You're singing K, so I'll give you another raise, 300 bucks apiece, what do you say? ”

“What if I can't sing? I don't usually sing, I hum. ”

“Prince Wu pointed you to the stage, you can hum, you can say, as long as they like. If you're happy, I'll give you 500 bucks a copy. ”

“…” So, being a singer makes so much money?

No wonder I often see stories about stars on the internet. I envy how much the film pays.

“Hurry up! Don't dawdle. If Grandpa's unhappy, he'll make you jump!” Lord Wu spoke out loud and arrogant.

Huang Ling hates this kind of person, but taking this kind of person is not the way to go.

She took the first two steps, braved herself and looked at them, "I can sing, but I'm not a professional singer. I'm not good singer. You can't blame me me, you can't get in trouble with the bar, okay? ”