Short hair singer in Chapter 210

It's just that Conan Doyle, Yan Ran, who was decorated with red stockings and white boobs, turned into a big star. With that standard American face, if she was labeled as a foreign angel, not many people would doubt it.

"Let's go." Seeing that the two of them had finished cleaning up, Cole Daonan ordered everyone to open the door.

There are two beautiful sports cars parked at the door. They were rented. Because Honghuahui Entertainment City is famous in Beijing, only rich people can go in and spend money.

So they try their best to decorate and dress up to the standards of the rich second generation.

"When we get there, we must get used to it, relax our vigilance, and try to blend in with the crowd so that no one will doubt us. In addition, while relaxing, we must also tighten our nerves, because someone may pull you to join Christianity. When the time comes, we will definitely

Don't refuse, just follow them. Do you remember everything?"

"Yeah, remember."

Soon, two sports cars stopped at the entrance of Honghuahui Entertainment City. Two young men walked up and respectfully took the car keys thrown by Cole Daonan and Yin Hui.

These guys are a profession that often appears in wealthy people's shopping malls, and their name is Dai Ding. I had only seen Yin Hui on TV before, but this time I was really uncomfortable enjoying this kind of service.

After walking through the luxurious corridor decorated with LEDs, we entered the lobby.

The roar of gongs and drums and the blast of firecrackers are simply not enough to describe the excitement in the hall. Everyone is there, colorful name tags are floating in the hall, and the aroma of wine and meat is trying to squeeze into their nostrils.

"Excuse me, what do you guys need?" A girl in uniform with a sky-like face walked over, holding an exquisite plate with several glasses of red wine on it.

Now I have to reveal everything I order because I have never been to such a high-end place.

Only by walking over arrogantly and ignoring the girls can their cover be temporarily prevented from being revealed.

"Get out!" Yin Hui cursed directly.

The girl seemed to have seen this kind of people too many times, so she backed away without hesitation. She understood that children from rich families like this were snobs, looked down on working girls like them, and would not accept their services.

Walking to the center of the hall, there was an empty table next to it. Yin Hui invited a few people to come up and sat down. She looked at the colorful second-generation singing and dancing dresses, chatting about love, pretending not to be surprised, and minding her own business.

I was chatting and laughing with a few friends.

"The best angel

The word I am most familiar with is your name

We will have a big house

You will give me a little poem

The worst angel

What I love to draw most is your appearance

We hold on to the lovesickness created by distance

gentle words to each other

What I love most is that angel

Love enough to die

Love until all the lights in the world go out

Finally, I want to be considerate to you

What I hate the most is that angel

Hate enough to die

I hate it so much that I almost forget everything about myself

Finally, I need to get a tattoo to remember

I hate you the most for not coming to see me for so long

I love you most when your lovesickness comes from afar

Easiest to remember and hardest to forget

What you want most and what you are most afraid of losing is

The first companionship and the last need

The farthest distance is the nearest heartbeat

Finally I said I hate you

But I hate you (just)

What I love most is that angel

Love enough to die

Love until all the lights in the world go out

Finally, I want to be considerate to you

What I hate the most is that angel

Hate enough to die

I hate it so much that I almost forget everything about myself

Finally, I need to get a tattoo to remember

I hate you the most for not coming to see me for so long

I love you most when your lovesickness comes from afar

Easiest to remember and hardest to forget

What you want most and what you are most afraid of losing is

The first companionship and the last need

The farthest distance is the nearest heartbeat

Finally I said I hate you

But I hate you just because I love you.”

The short-haired female singer on the stage sang the song "The Most Angel" by Zeng Yike, which gave Yin Hui and the others a real taste of what sheep sounds are. When they heard it, they felt itchy in their hearts, as if they wanted to tear their chests apart.

It sounds really depressing.

The short-haired girl finished her song, and there were constant cheers from below. The girl came down in high heels. Her tall figure made her look outstanding. Many handsome guys came up to chat with her, but she politely refused. She walked straight to Yin

Come to the table where Hui and others are sitting.

"Hello everyone, I have made an appointment with my friend for this table. I wonder if you can change seats."

The girl's voice was gentle and as beautiful as her singing. The sound of the sheep made Yin Hui's bones itch.

"Who said that? Uncle, who else dares to snatch the place I like? Even if I agree, my father will not agree." Scalpel deliberately took out the only valuable Swiss Army knife on his body and patted it on the table.

After a moment, his arrogance was evident. He was a rich second-generation image, even Yin Hui was ashamed of himself.

"Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you!" The girl was really calmed down, and her noble temperament was greatly shocked. She hurried away, and her footsteps sounded rhythmically.

The sound of the scalpel penetrated the air and reached everyone's ears. The real rich second generation all focused their attention on the three of them.

The weird costumes made them very curious and puzzled, and they couldn't figure out what exactly these people were doing. They must be the son of a rich man from some wealthy family who came out to have a good time. I'd better avoid causing trouble, so as not to embarrass my father.

Everyone would rather believe what they have or not and stay away from them, not daring to get close. They were only occasionally affected by their laughter and conversations.

This group of people got excited about the exercise and began to show their appearance as the second generation of rich people. Korean, Japanese, English, Yugoslavian, Iraqi, anyone who could speak one or two sentences all started speaking, this can also show that they

His status is relatively noble, and ordinary people cannot afford to offend him.

They also noticed that the people who were killed were all from noble families. The more noble they were, the greater the chance of being targeted, so they behaved very generously.

Sure enough, not long after, the girl who was singing on the stage came up with a humble face: "Hello, I wonder if you mind if I sit here? I don't have many friends, I hope you can contact me.

"My father is the mayor of Daxing District, and this is my business card." In order to prove her identity, the girl handed Yin Hui a business card.

Yin Hui took it and looked at it. It read the lead singer of Honghuahui Entertainment City Band, Red Flower Messenger.

"Oh, it turns out you are a professional singer and you sang well just now." He threw the card on the table and looked at the girl coldly: "Sit down, but I suggest you talk less. This group of friends of mine are from

Across the world, people generally have more frequent dealings with the underworld."

The girl was stunned for a moment, but she still sat down.

Seeing the girl sitting down calmly, Yin Hui frowned vigorously, and he realized something was wrong.

Even the rich second generation, especially girls, generally do not take the initiative to get involved with the underworld. Even if there is an opportunity, they will stay away from it. But why does this girl not mind this at all?

She is highly suspected of having something to do with Christianity.

He looked at Cordonan and found that she was also looking at the girl with interest.

"Your name is Red Flower Messenger? How long have you been here?" Kordaunan cleared his throat and asked in very broken Chinese: "I'm sorry, I just came back from Yugoslavia with my father, and I don't speak Chinese very fluently.

"

"Yugoslavia? Ah, I didn't expect that my uncle is actually a big boss in multinational business. You must be very rich then. I heard that the weapons and bullets there..."

"You... how do you know that my father... sells weapons..." Cole Daonan suddenly panicked, reached under the table, and pointed a black gun barrel at the girl's thigh: "Say quickly,
To be continued...