Chapter 40

Yeyuchen didn't study the work of Mu Wanqing.

She didn't even call to call her back to the rose garden, which indirectly connived at all her actions.

Therefore, it's a pleasure for mu Wanqing to go to zero bar every night to sing and earn money.

"Miss mu, how can you Here we go again. "

Yanjun's action of mixing wine is stiff at the moment when he sees Mu Wanqing walking into the bar.

As if facing the enemy, oh no Buddha.

"Boss Yan loves his wallet?" Mu Wanqing smiles like flowers.

After all, singing for one night costs 10000 yuan, which is very expensive.

"How dare you?" Yan Jun smirked bitterly.

Even after he finished mixing the glass of wine in his hand and handed it to the customer, he personally mixed a glass of wine for mu Wan.

"I don't drink."

Mu Wanqing took a glass of orange juice, then waved, "let's go! Go to work

Looking at her back, Yan Jun was relieved.

My aunt left, but he was very nervous.

He didn't know that Mrs. night's attribute was so skinny that she didn't do it I came to the bar to sing.

The moment Muwan stepped onto the stage, the music stopped.

"You again!"

Mei'er immediately put her half shawl back on her shoulder and looked at her with hostility.

"Yes, it's me."

Mu Wan tilts a smile, smile Qing Ao charming.

She didn't care about mei'er's dissatisfaction with her. She just stood in front of Li Mai and said, "good evening, everyone."

"Goddess! Goddess! Goddess

The cheers in the zero degree bar were repeated, accompanied by whistles and screams, and the momentum immediately overtook Meier.

"Damn it Meier clenched her fist tightly.

She took out a bag of medicine powder that could make people lose their voice for a short time and poured it all into the orange juice of Muwan without thinking.

Mei'er looked triumphantly at the stage, "I'd like to see How can you keep singing

Mu Wanqing stood in the middle of the stage and sang a few songs. Then he was a little thirsty and stepped down to have a rest.

She held the orange juice and looked at Meier. "It's your turn."

"Don't remind me!" Mei Er glanced at Mu Wan with disdain, and then stood on the stage with pride.

Pole dance, dance later than mu, before the warm.

Mu Wanqing holds the iced orange juice bottle. He always feels that there is something wrong with it. It seems that he has been covered with heat.

She frowned and sniffed the orange juice.

Nothing different

However, it's easy to detect whether an iced bottle has been touched.

"Well, I'm super mean."

Mu Wan tilted her lips lightly, then pretended to pour mei'er's orange juice, and poured her own orange juice into her glass.

"Boss Yan, I think mei'er is a little tired. Should I let her have a rest?"

Mu Wanqing tapped the bar twice.

Yan Jun looked at her strangely, "you two, are you very difficult to deal with?"

"No way." Mu Wanqing smiles.

Her smile seems harmless, but Yanjun's back is a little cold.

Yan Jun a wave hand, Mei son as expected then cleverly underground stage.

"Do you have a knife?" Mu late tilt pestle gills, elbow against the bar, tilted his head looking at Yanjun.

Yanjun: "yes."

Mom, please don't make trouble!

"There are, aren't there?" Mu late tilts a smile, Yan Jun then cautiously flustered.

He then handed a very light, no lethal small scissors in the past.

"What do you want a knife for?"

"It's a mess." Mu Wanqing answered naturally, and then he left the bar.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!