I'm secretly married to the boss with cubs

Tang Xia almost suffocated, so why ran out to take care of this matter!

Ming Shu patted her hand, and comforted her: "Don't worry, Miss Tang, just treat it as money for drinking, hee hee."

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Nodding her on the forehead, Tang Xia didn't stop her anymore, anyway, she was idle at the moment.

The manager looked at Mingshu and frowned in disbelief: "You can do it?"

"Is it okay, don't you know if you sing on stage?"

Ming Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, his whole body concealed his determination.

The manager couldn't help but waver a little.

"Why hasn't anyone sung today? I've been waiting all night!"

"That's right, hurry up and sing, otherwise the wine won't be interesting."

The guests at the booth urged up one after another, and the manager gritted his teeth.

Forget it, a dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor, the big deal is that if you don't sing well, you won't be paid!
"All right, all right, hurry up."

"Wait, I still need a mask." Ming Shu gestured in the air, "Oh, cat mask, I don't want anything else."

manager:"."

Damn, that's a lot to ask for.

"Go, prepare for her quickly."

The people in the bar also moved very quickly, and within 10 minutes they got dozens of cat masks of different styles.

Ming Shu took one casually, pulled off the mask slightly, raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the glass, put on the mask and walked onto the stage.

The manager looked at her back without any hope and sighed.

He was also in a state of dizziness. He actually asked someone who didn't understand anything to sing on stage. I'm afraid he was destined to apologize to the guests present tonight.
At this moment, Ming Shu hugged a guitar, and sat on the high chair with one leg, her long hair cascading down like a waterfall, alluring without knowing it.

The guests on the deck couldn't help being stunned by the picture in front of them.

"Who is this? Even though he's wearing a mask, he looks good."

"A new resident singer? This figure is amazing."

"Shh-"

Ming Shu on the stage tilted his head slightly, put his beautiful long fingers in front of the mask, and made a silent movement.

As if by magic, the whispering crowd fell silent in vain.

"Boom-"

The guitar sounded, and a slightly hoarse female voice sang.

【I want to hug you
want to kiss you too

my dearest you
Life is joyless and sad
It would be great if you were here]

Ming Shu sang softly, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist.

What she sang was Wuhuan, and she wrote it to her child. She thought that after four years, she would finally be able to accept the fact that the child was not there, but it was only at this moment that she realized that she had never let go.

The eyes of the guests on the deck also turned red unconsciously, and someone sobbed softly.

"She sang Wuhuan, why do I think it sounds better than the original song Mingci?"

"I also feel that although Mingci's singing is okay, it feels like she used more skills, but this unknown singer has injected soul into this song!"

Hearing these discussions, the hopeless manager laughed from ear to ear.

Oh my god, I dug up a treasure today, this singing is so contagious!We must find a way to recruit her to become the new resident singer!
The manager made up his mind and was about to send someone to find Mingshu's background, when there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the bar.

"Clear the field, everyone leave."

Qin Feng rushed in with people, his face was wrinkled into twists.

What a pity, the young lady dared to come to the bar. Now the banquet master is really serious. I am afraid that another century war will break out tonight!
"what!"

In an instant, the bar became chaotic, and everyone immersed in the singing panicked.

It’s nice to have a good singing voice, but you can’t listen to it desperately, right?

"Let's go."

During this period, the old man on a booth remained motionless, as if he would not leave until Ming Shu finished singing, and the people around him were dying of panic.

"Wait, wait a little longer." The old man's eyes shone with hope.

"I don't know what kind of power has come in. You still have to listen here. Are you really desperate?"

The people around him gritted their teeth, picked up the old man, and ran out without saying a word.

"Hey! Let my old man down, I haven't asked the little girl's name yet!"

After walking far away, the old man's struggling cries could be heard.

On the stage, Ming Shu, who was immersed in the song, didn't even notice what was going on below. It wasn't until the end of the song that she saw the person in front of her, and then she suddenly realized.

Old. Husband?

Husband actually came?

How could she not know!
Yan Junye stood at the intersection of dim lights, half of his profound and three-dimensional facial features were hidden in the dim light, with a hint of gloom, and his whole body was even more ruthless, but his cold gaze was unabashedly looking at Mingshu.

Ming Shu suddenly panicked.

Oops, the banquet balloon is angry again!It's still the kind that can't be coaxed to explode at first sight!
Swallowing, Ming Shu laughed a few times, squeezed his throat and walked off the stage: "Sir, tonight's song has already been sung, if you want to hear it, come back tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and was about to slip away.

Yan Junye's deep eyes darkened instantly, and his thin lips curled into a cold arc.

Qin Feng on the side is almost touching his forehead, young madam, you are so brave, the banquet master can find you here, of course he recognizes you, but you still want to run away?

Just after thinking about it, I heard the man next to me give an order: "Those who dare to run, their legs will be discounted."

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Ming Shu paused severely, raised her head and looked around.

Almost the whole bar was cleared, even Tang Xia and the manager didn't know where to go, that is to say, she was the only one, so...she was the one whose legs were to be discounted? !

Ming Shu stopped running immediately, turned around and looked at Yan Junye eagerly.

"Old husband"

She called out in a low voice, and tugged at the corner of her clothes.

Yan Junye smiled coldly: "You recognize me now?"

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Ming Shu touched his nose, nodded, and then took off his mask and smiled at him: "Are you surprised or surprised? Didn't you think it was me?"

Qin Feng: "." The young lady seems to be a not-so-intelligent Yazi.

Yan Junye scoffed in a low voice, but his cold eyes slowed down by two points.

"come over."

He ordered in a low voice.

Ming Shu frowned, struggling.

Do you want to go there?

Will the past banquet balloon throw her out in a fit of anger?

Yan Junye stared at her ever-changing little expression, the veins on his forehead twitched vigorously, and he closed his eyes: "Don't make me say it a second time."

"Honey, I'm here."

Ming Shu rushed over immediately, hugged his waist, rubbed hard, and asked softly, "Can we stop being angry?"

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he immediately hugged him horizontally, and said in a deep voice, "It depends on your performance."