President, don't be arrogant!

Wei Zixi was slightly taken aback, her pink lips couldn't help but curl up.

Xiao Han narrowed his eyes, reached out and pinched her cheek, "Don't laugh!"

"I thought something was wrong..." Wei Zixi said with a smile, "I just want to hear you sing. If it's just for the sake of listening to you, I'll just go to the singer's concert!"

Xiao Han didn't speak.

She raised her little hand and said very seriously: "I swear I will never laugh! Just grant my little wish."

"I...don't remember the lyrics." The cold tone softened, already shaken.

"You can use your mobile phone to search!" Wei Zixi remembered which pocket his mobile phone was in, and skillfully took it out and handed it to him.

Xiao Han hesitated for a few seconds to take the phone, staring at her with black eyes, "This is not an example!"

Wei Zixi smiled and nodded.

Xiao Han used his mobile phone to find the lyrics online, cleared his throat, pursed his lips and hummed softly.

"Just for you to smile, I will run away and have nowhere to run.

The sword is drawn to cut the love thread, but the love thread is gently released at the fingertips.

They are all suffering for the word love, and it is in vain to call themselves a hero. "

Xiao Han usually has a nice voice, more sexy and charming than those so-called DJ voices on the radio, but for some reason, he can't explain it when he sings, and he's not always in tune.

Xiao Han is very resistant to his tone insufficiency. After all, he has strong self-esteem and loves face. He never wants people to see his shortcomings, so he never wants to sing in front of people, even if it is Lu Xiangbei. Sing through him.

Wei Zixi was the first and only one.

Xiao Han heard that his singing was out of tune again, and wanted to stop singing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman standing in front of him, and his heart trembled inexplicably.

Wei Zixi stood under the street lamp, looking at him intently with clear and clear eyes, her crimson lips curled up, as if she didn't find it unpleasant at all, and she was fascinated by it.

He pulled himself together and continued singing.

"This life is only for you, I would like to draw a prison for you, I will grow old slowly in the prison, and I will show you my happy smile"

The guitarist practicing singing was not far away from them. He probably heard their conversation, stopped his singing, walked a few steps away from them, stopped, and started playing the guitar to accompany Xiao Han.

"This life is only for you, and I would like to draw a prison for you. I am slowly getting old in the prison, and I still tell others how good you are"

Probably because of the accompaniment, Xiao Han seemed less restrained, his voice was not as tense as before, and it became more and more natural. Even if the pitch is a little out of tune, the singing is still pleasant.

Wei Zixi listened to his singing quietly, smiled quietly, looked at his serious appearance under the moonlight, and their meeting, parting, and meeting again appeared in his mind...

Along the way, when exactly, when did she let Xiao Han walk into her heart?

He was obviously so bad to her, with a poisonous mouth, a bad temper, a bad temper, and not gentle at all, but why was he so reluctant to see him get hurt.

Is it just because of the hour agreement?

She didn't think about this question before, but now she doesn't have to think about it...

Perhaps from the moment I met this man, this life was destined to be a prison for him.

It's just that this life...is too long.

Xiao Han's last voice fell, and when he put down the phone and looked at her, from the corner of his eye, he saw the screen of the phone in her hand was glowing, as if it hadn't been locked.

"What are you doing?" the low voice asked sharply.