Chapter 737

Li Muran was playing and singing deeply, but suddenly he heard someone clapping and cheering, and then a few small dollars were put into his open guitar box. Obviously, his behavior was misunderstood as his singing.

At first, his face was a little ugly, but his eyes fell on the camel red cheek of the little woman opposite him. He didn't want to face any more by biting his teeth. He closed his eyes directly and sang more lyrically.

Xing Rushi didn't know when she was pushed to the front by the crowd. Then she looked at the full guitar case which had been stuffed with money, and her expression changed.

One side moved, the other side shy, two steps forward, directly pulled his arm to leave.

"Wait, and the guitar case." Li Muran laughs a little, which makes Xing Rushi's sight erratic, and he doesn't dare to look at him.

She really didn't expect that Li Muran actually did what she said. Even if she was regarded as a singer in such a disgraceful way, she didn't turn over immediately on the spot.

The burden of his body is not light, but he did not say a word, from the front of the shy little woman in a hurry, until the flow of people gradually sparse, then slow down the pace.

"How can you make your own decisions? What a shame!" Xing Rushi suddenly turned around, with a tomato like red cheek. What she said was not convincing, but it sounded like a bit of coquetry.

"Have you forgiven me? If not, I'll sing another song. "

After that, he turned around with his things. As soon as Xing Rushi saw him like this, he quickly reached out to stop him.

To see the smile of Li Muran's mouth, she knew that she had been cheated, and the pink fist hit his chest mercilessly. It didn't hurt, but it was sweet.

"The money from the show is just enough to invite you in the evening." Li Muran raised the piano box up, then took her hand again and went to the nearby exchange office.

This "show" can be said to be a lot of harvest, the total sum of zero and zero, five or six large tickets, even if the guests are invited, there is still room left.

Xing Rushi looked at those colorful bills and said with a smile, "if you don't become the president in the future and go to the street to sell art, you can also have a good life!"

Li Muran heard the speech and laughed, but did not answer.

The two strolled for a while, then returned to the car when the sky became dark again. Starting the engine, he rummaged on the phone for a while and then directly stepped on the accelerator.

At this time, the car ran away against the halo of dusk, but there was an illusion of walking in front of the scorching sun. Shortly after, the car stopped at the door of a small bar not far from where she lived.

With those dollar bills in his pocket, Li Muran took Xing Rushi and walked in.

The music inside was deafening, and the dancing crowd surged into waves, but it did not affect their mood at all.

Li Muran slightly screwed his eyebrows, but Yu Guang noticed that the people nearby looked at him with interest and relaxed.

In fact, it is not Xing Rushi's wish to follow him into the bar, but seeing his excited appearance, he couldn't bear to refuse to follow him in.

It's not that she hasn't been to such a place, but it's the first time in New York. It's always fresh.

With Li Muran sitting next to the bar, after ordering their own drinks, she will focus on those crazy waist twisting crowd. Neon lights fell in her eyes, as if stained with broken starlight.

"Miss, this is the pink lady from the two gentlemen at the next table." The bartender suddenly came up and said with a low smile.

Xing Rushi didn't study wine and didn't touch it. But I blinked when I saw the ice block separating me from the top and bottom of the ice.

After all, it's a woman who doesn't reject pink.

But she likes the style of wine, but it doesn't mean that Li Muran can sit on the side and watch the excitement without any reaction.

She did not move her fingers, the glass in front of her eyes was a flash, and then the liquor emptied into his stomach.

After wiping the corner of his mouth, Li Muran turned his head to the foreigner who brought the wine to the table and gave a cold smile.

"That's my wine." Xing Rushi's eyes flashed a touch of cunning, but because of drooping eyelids, he did not let the men around him see.

"It's gone, bartender. Where's the wine you just ordered? Why haven't you arrived yet He quickly changed the topic, but the rigid lip corner revealed that the host's mood was a little bad.

Xing Rushi sat at the bar, glancing over Li Muran's expression, and opened a smile. Her beautiful appearance attracted the attention of other men again.

A place like a bar is designed to be easy to chat up. For open foreigners, it doesn't matter whether a woman has a partner or not.

Xing Rushi's exquisite face with a Chinese classic beauty, coupled with her perfect figure that can't be covered up even with a coat, has attracted a large number of admirers.

Although Li Muran is not bad, he has been sitting next to Xing Rushi, his expression is cold and fierce. Although some women occasionally rub over, he drives him away as soon as he opens his mouth.