Qiao Wan was standing next to the jukebox and as soon as she started singing, a man came to hug her and explained obscenely, "Love songs are fun when two people sing them together."
The man expected that Qiao Wan would hide, so he used a little force. Qiao Wan stumbled and dropped the microphone to the ground.
"Miss Lisa doesn't seem to want to sing with others." Song Jinnan's playful voice came.
The tone was obviously calm, but there was an indescribable sense of oppression.
Because this is how Song Jinnan behaves in business.
He seems to be kind and doesn't fight, but as long as it's what he wants to do, no matter who dares to stop him, there will be no good end.
Song Jinnan's words invisibly gave Qiao Wan a talisman, and the man had to let go of Qiao Wan in despair.
From then on, no one dared to come forward to harass him.
When everyone realized that Song Jinnan was deliberately wearing small shoes for Qiao Wan, but no one else was allowed to interfere, Qiao Wan had already finished singing ten songs.
Song Jinnan stared at her from the moment she opened her voice, not distinguishing between happiness and anger throughout the whole process.
The most discerning among them was the man named Li, who quietly winked at the others.
In less than two minutes, everyone lied and left the private room one after another.
At this time, Qiao Wan was obviously short of breath. Seeing that she and Song Jinnan were the only ones left in the room, she paused the music on the player and softly called "Mr. Song."
His intention to please Song Jinnan was very clear.
Because as Lisa, she calls "Mr. Song", and "Mr. Song" is what they call each other when they are alone.
Now, she took the initiative to admit her identity to Song Jinnan.
Song Jinnan held a cigarette in one hand and played with a lighter in the other, "Ms. Lisa, keep singing. I'm paying 5,000 yuan an hour to accompany you."
He was obviously out of breath.
Qiao Wan deliberately raised her eyebrows and explained: "My salary at the TV station is not high. I just come here to earn more living expenses."
"Youth is short and life is not easy. Miss Lisa must seize this good opportunity to make money." Song Jinnan flicked his finger on the ashtray, and the white ashes slowly fell.
"I came here to listen to music, but Miss Lisa only sang half of the twenty songs. It's so irresponsible."
"Since Mr. Song likes to listen, I'll keep singing." Qiao Wan picked up the microphone bravely.
Qiao Wan is talented in singing. The pronunciation of several Cantonese and English songs is almost the same as the original singers.
But the last two songs were vibrato due to lack of confidence.
Song Jinnan circled the song list on the song requesting tablet and said, "Continue, Miss Lisa."
Qiao Wan took a look, most of them wanted to sing high notes.
Singing for two hours on the first floor, with several short breaks during the period, I have never sang dozens of songs in a row like now.
Song Jinnan is obviously trying to tease her!
Her throat started to feel dry and sore, so she put down the phone, found a disposable cup, filled it with water, and drank it in one gulp.
Song Jinnan crossed his legs and chewed an unlit cigarette. He seemed to have no intention of turning the page.
"Mr. Song, if you sing with my voice again, it will be over." Qiao Wan walked towards Song Jinnan and begged for mercy with gentle words.
As long as there is a problem with her voice, it will definitely affect her live broadcast on Monday.
"I really don't believe that the singing princess who can enter the night private room doesn't even have the ability." Song Jinnan said in a low voice, "After you finish singing what I ordered, Miss Lisa can leave."
Qiao Wan didn't dare to be tough with him. She reached out and took the cigarette out of his hand and put it into the ashtray. She smiled and said, "Mr. Song, stop smoking."
Song Jinnan's fox eyes narrowed slightly, and the light refracted by the big screen dyed his thin lips into a blur, "Why do you want to control me?"
The moment their eyes met, the ambiguity escalated instantly.
Qiao Wanshui's eyes were full of innocence, and she murmured warmly, "Of course it's because of Mr. Song's compassion."
Song Jinnan suddenly pinched her chin with his right hand, "How long have you been singing with Miss Lisa at night?"
"I have been working as a part-time singer on the first floor on Saturdays and Sundays for the past three months. Tonight, the store is short of manpower, so the boss asked me to come to the second floor temporarily. This is the first time I have entered a private room."
Song Jinnan's hand was very strong. She frowned in pain and told the truth.
"Since Miss Lisa is very short of money, keep singing and I'll give you a double tip." Song Jinnan let her go and flicked the dust off his suit.
She didn't expect that Song Jinnan would have such a bad temper, so she had no choice but to pick up the microphone and sing again.
In order to protect her voice as much as possible, she sang very coaxingly.
Song Jinnan smoked a cigarette and listened quietly.
An hour later, Qiao Wan sang at the top of her lungs all the songs Song Jinnan had set.
This time the sound quality and tunes were greatly compromised.
"Mr. Song, that's it for today." Qiao Wan's throat was so dry that she was on fire. She rubbed the front of her neck and looked at Song Jinnan with a clear intention to beg for mercy.
Song Jinnan held a cigarette in one hand and blew out smoke rings slowly, "Miss Lisa's singing voice is melodious and beautiful. I haven't heard enough yet. Let's play some more songs."
"I owe you tonight, Mr. Song. If I keep singing, my voice will die." Qiao Wan glanced at Song Jinnan tiredly and prepared to leave.
Song Jinnan lit the cigarette ashes, and his sharp and mocking eyes fell on Qiao Wan.
The red tube top that only covered her key parts made her waist look slimmer, and the exposed skin was as white and tender as mutton fat.
The deliberately outlined tear mole on the lower right side of her face, coupled with her tearful expression, looked like a seductive vixen.
At this moment, Song Jinnan thought of her dignity when broadcasting financial news, and also recalled her rawness and craziness in how she handled Chenghuan under him.
An indescribable impulse suddenly came over me.
He grabbed Qiao Wan's wrist and pushed her against the wall.
Their faces were so close that each other's breathing could be heard clearly.
The burning look in Song Jinnan's eyes emboldened her a lot.
She deliberately stood up on her tiptoes and hooked Song Jinnan's neck, calling out "Mr. Song" in an ambiguous voice.
In order to hang Song Jinnan, she would rather trample her dignity under her feet.
Unexpectedly, Song Jinnan's eyes turned cold, and he stretched out his right hand and opened her fingers one by one.
Before she could react, Song Jinnan's footsteps had faded away.
The light from the electronic screen on the wall flickered on her body, and she quickly collected her emotions and went downstairs.
Song Jinnan had lusted after her just now, but it quickly stopped.
She attributed it all to men's possessiveness.
He obviously had a shady relationship with her, but deep down he couldn't see her getting too close to other men.
The more Qiao Wan thought about it, the more interesting it became.
After leaving the night, she sent Ying Huai a text message to get off work early.
In less than a minute, Ying Huai transferred 10,000 yuan.
She closed it instantly.
The grievances I suffered in the private room on the second floor were instantly relieved.
After returning to the apartment, I took off my makeup, took a shower and went to bed.
Only when her throat felt dry and sore that it felt like it was on fire, did she realize that her whole body was burning hot.
I checked it with a thermometer and it was thirty-eight degrees three.
She found a bag of Ganmao Ling and drank it, but it didn't relieve the pain at all. She lay on the bed with her head in a haze and her mouth was so dry that she didn't even have the strength to get out of bed and pour water.
I picked up my phone and looked at it, it was 3:30 in the morning.
She couldn't drive in her current state, and it was difficult to take a taxi even to the hospital.
Her best friend Jiang Zao was on a business trip in the capital and could not help her.
She found her aunt's number in her address book and gave up a second before dialing it.
My aunt has been drinking traditional Chinese medicine recently because she has been feeling flustered and short of breath. It’s better not to disturb her.
Well, if the fever didn't go down after an hour, she would have no choice but to call He Jiezhen.
When she was putting down her phone, her finger accidentally touched a number that had been in her address book for many years but was rarely contacted.
