Daddy was abused and cried after the divorce

After Duan Qianhao went out, he went straight into the elevator.

Guo Nanmeng looked at the floor where the elevator stopped.

Eighth floor.

If she remembered correctly, there should be a bar opened by a hotel on the eighth floor.

Guo Nanmeng frowned.

There was a trace of coldness in the depths of his eyes.

Turn around and prepare to go back to the room.

But after taking two steps, he stopped suddenly.

I don't know if it was because he couldn't swallow the breath in his heart, so he pushed the elevator a little rudely.

She wanted to go down to see which little fairy in the bar fascinated him so much.

Run there all day long.

When Guo Nanmeng arrived at the door of the bar, she found the waiter standing at the door smiling at her tenderly.

Guo Nanmeng frowned slightly, and nodded slightly in response.

I thought it should be that she had lived in this hotel for a long time, so the other party knew her.

But when she walked into the bar, she found that the environment inside was completely different from what she had imagined.

No loud heavy metal music like in bars.

There are no embracing men and women on the dance floor.

More importantly, it was pitch-black inside, and no one could be seen.

A trace of doubt appeared in Guo Nanmeng's eyes.

Did she think wrong?
Duan Qianhao didn't come to this place at all?

Just when Guo Nanmeng turned around and was about to leave.

The lights on the stage suddenly turned on.

A slender figure was standing under the spotlight.

Guo Nanmeng recognized him immediately.

It's... little doctor.

And he looks a little funny now.

With a guitar on his back.

But probably a beginner, so the pose looks a bit weird.

Maybe he himself realized this too, and the expression on his face looked a little shy.

He sat on the high stool and looked at Guo Nanmeng below.

Pulled out an embarrassing smile.

"Mengmeng, time is a bit short, and I'm not very good at studying, so... just listen to it..."

Guo Nanmeng was still staring at him.

It seemed that he didn't understand the meaning of his words.

The next moment, Duan Qianhao nodded to the band teacher beside him.

A melodious tune sounded in the bar instantly.

Duan Qianhao also strummed the strings of the guitar and began to sing.

This is an English song.

The melody is actually very simple, because, in foreign countries, this is actually a nursery rhyme.

The tune is brisk and sings praises of freedom.

Duan Qianhao's English pronunciation is very standard.

But it is because he is too standard that this piece sounds like a poem recitation.

Hardly a single word is in tune.

And the band teacher on the side has already tried his best to pull Duan Qianhao back.

However, the more the other party sang, the more indulgent they became, and they really couldn't pull it back.

In the end, the band teacher went with him.

Guo Nanmeng laughed when he heard it, but when he smiled, his eyes turned red again.

Sing a song.

Duan Qianhao still looked a little nervous.

He stared straight at Guo Nanmeng below.

"That... the singing is not very good, I hope you don't mind."

"Your singing is all about emotion, without any technique." Guo Nanmeng's voice was a little rough.

Duan Qianhao scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I am not afraid of anything, but I am afraid that people will ask me to sing, because I have been tone-deaf since I was a child. When I was young, I sang "Two Tigers" together in kindergarten, and I could sing out of tune."

"I would like to hear where "Two Tigers" can go." Guo Nanmeng became interested when he heard this.

"Forget it, I still don't want to ruin your childhood." Duan Qianhao was not easy to insist on singing this song.

"What if I have to ask you to sing?" Guo Nanmeng looked like a messy girlfriend at this moment.

"If you're not afraid of polluting your ears, I can sing it to you." Duan Qianhao hesitated for a moment, but agreed.

"Forget it, the song you just sang is enough for me to spend a long time washing my ears. If I sing another song, I guess I don't want my ears anymore." Guo Nanmeng didn't make things difficult for her.

Duan Qianhao immediately put down his guitar, jumped off the stage, and walked straight in front of Guo Nanmeng.

"I have found a very good teacher to teach me these days, but my talent is limited, this is already the best state I can sing." Duan Qianhao looked at Guo Nanmeng and explained.

"I feel that after experiencing you, that teacher will be autistic, and it will be impossible to accept apprentices in the future." Guo Nanmeng said unforgivingly.

"That's why I gave him a lot of mental comfort." Duan Qianhao laughed.

"By the way, where did you, a little doctor, get so much money?" Guo Nanmeng raised his eyebrows.

"My dad is rich." Duan Qianhao answered crisply.

Guo Nanmeng couldn't help laughing at his natural aura.

"It's really the first time I've seen someone take the old man for granted."

"My dad's money was meant to be given to me, so it's normal for me to grow old." Duan Qianhao didn't care about this at all.

He is not the same as those so-called young masters who live in wealthy families but want to be self-reliant.

He was born in a wealthy family, and his starting point was to be higher than others.

He couldn't and didn't need to lower himself to those other young people with no background.

Why can't success achieved by standing on the shoulders of predecessors be called success?
His father, his grandfather, even his ancestors.

At least one generation is on the same starting line as those people.

Later, through their hard work, they climbed up to the current position little by little.

He didn't think it was shameful to gnaw on the old man or rely on his family's influence.

Anyway, he has not violated the interests of others.

"That's right." Guo Nanmeng nodded slowly.

Although she rarely listened to this theory, there was nothing wrong with it.

"But how do you know that I like this song?" Guo Nanmeng thought of another question.

Duan Qianhao's eyes flickered.

"I heard you let it go before." Duan Qianhao's thin lips parted slightly.

"Did I play this song in front of you?" Guo Nanmeng's eyes were a little more thoughtful.

"Forget it, but you may not remember much." Duan Qianhao's tone seemed very sincere.

Guo Nanmeng didn't seem to be lying when he looked at him, so he didn't investigate further.

"But why are you singing to me all of a sudden?" Guo Nanmeng asked again.

"Didn't you ask me to sing for you before?" Duan Qianhao was stunned when he heard this.

"Is there?" Guo Nanmeng tilted his head halfway, as if I couldn't remember anything.

"Of course, when we went to the island before, you sat on the reef by the beach and asked me if I could sing! I told you that I couldn't, and you were quite disappointed." Duan Qian Hao quickly reminded.