The male god of fast wearing has his own acting buff

Chapter 441 Women are like flowers, flowers are like dreams (27)

Wen Ya's unique melody continued to linger in the ballroom, and Le Baishi was about to take the opportunity to continue to attack when a subordinate came over.

"Boss, Master Xie has come in."

The subordinate pointed to a certain corner of the dance floor, and Le Baishi stared at it, only to see Xie Yiwen wearing a wide-brimmed hat sitting in the corner, drinking wine while looking at Wen Ya on the stage with complicated eyes.

Le Baishi slightly raised her eyebrows, just now when she saw Xie Yiwen coming, she analyzed it by herself.

According to Xie Yiwen's level of sobriety, he might hear the conversations between Takeshi Watanabe and others in the monitor, and thus have doubts about Wen Ya's identity.

Now this expression confirmed her thoughts even more.

With an idea, she staggered to her feet and deliberately walked towards Xie Yiwen's direction.

She moved around a lot, and the guests excused Boss Le from drinking too much, and all made way for her to pass.

As a result, there was a lot of commotion, which attracted Wen Ya's attention on the stage.

At first she didn't have any special reaction, but when she followed Le Baishi's back and saw a more familiar figure, she couldn't help being surprised.

The man sitting in the corner is actually Xie Yiwen!

He, why did he wake up and come to the metropolis...

Wen Ya, who was in a mess of thoughts, didn't pay attention, and ran a series of tunes without saying anything. Seeing Le Baishi shamelessly getting closer to Xie Yiwen, she was so angry that she dropped the microphone directly.

That's her man!

The microphone fell to the ground with a "boom", and the surrounding speakers couldn't help making extremely harsh noises, causing the guests to howl again and again.

"My God, what a sound!"

"Ah, my ears!"

"Tulip, what are you doing!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the host scolded in a low voice.

Only then did Wen Ya come back to her senses, and at the same time looked at her hands in disbelief.

When did her temper become so violent.

Looking up in Xie Yiwen's direction again, Xie Yiwen was still drinking heavily, but Le Baishi didn't walk towards him, but just turned a corner halfway and walked towards the bathroom beside him.

Wen Ya was suddenly a little embarrassed, could she have misunderstood...

As soon as the performance fell, the audience was filled with voices of dissatisfaction from the guests.

"Miss Tulip, are you in a bad mood today?"

"If you don't want to sing, it's fine if you don't sing. What's the matter with throwing the microphone and poisoning our ears?"

"When did you showgirls in the metropolis learn to play wild with our guests, huh?"

Seeing that the host's face became more and more ugly, Wen Ya didn't know what to do, so she could only bend down to pick up the microphone, thinking of an excuse to explain.

But just as she bent down, the sharp pain in her chest rose again.

Different from the previous times, this time, it was a piercing pain, and Wen Ya took a few breaths, but finally couldn't hold it back, and fell to sit in the center of the stage with a pale face, her right hand tightly clutching her chest.

"What's wrong with Miss Tulip!"

"Miss Tulip, your face is so pale!"

"Call the doctor, call the doctor!"

Wen Ya's fans shouted loudly, and there was chaos in the ballroom.

Wen Yashi on the stage felt increasingly depressed, not to mention the sudden internal injury, she had another bad premonition inexplicably.

"what's up?"

The chaotic crowd dispersed, Deputy Manager Qian led the people onto the stage, and helped Wen Ya up.

"Tulip, what's wrong with you?"

"Deputy Manager Qian...I'm fine. Maybe it's because I haven't had a good rest recently, so I'm feeling a bit empty."

As soon as Wen Ya opened her mouth, not only Deputy Manager Qian and the others, but even she herself turned pale with shock.

Why did her voice, which was as clear and melodious as a bird's song, suddenly become low and hoarse, so dry that it was difficult to speak? !
(End of this chapter)