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When the light fell, Su Xiaoyu looked at the people on the stage and felt that he was born to be noticed.

Lu Yu sat there with his guitar in his arms, his head slightly lowered, his slender legs hanging down, his whole body was covered in light.

What he sang turned out to be a simple love song.

Su Xiaoyu was slightly surprised, thinking of the colorful wig that Lu Yu put on his head just now, he thought he could sing that kind of lively song, but he didn't expect him to sing in such a fresh style.

The guitar sound was crisp and clean, and the young man's hoarse voice sounded slowly, affectionate and moving.

You can still sing well?

Su Xiaoyu looked at the people on the stage and was fascinated by what they heard.

Jiang Yan was not in the mood to listen to the music. He looked at Su Xiaoyu and thought of the medicine that he had just poured into the cup. He heard from Zhao Qingyuan and the others that the medicine worked very quickly.Moreover, Su Xiaoyu's appearance at the moment also made him a little irritable.

Since you have this face, you should only look at him.

Su Xiaoyu didn't notice Jiang Yan's thoughts, she just listened to the song, but after listening to it for a while, she felt a little hot.He was a little strange, he didn't wear too much tonight, could it be because of drinking?

He took off his coat and put it aside, but it didn't relieve him, his body kept getting hot, and he couldn't breathe smoothly.

Jiang Yan sat very close to him, and of course noticed his reaction.

"What, are you uncomfortable?" Jiang Yan asked with concern.

"It's nothing, it's a little hot." Su Xiaoyu said, picked up the wine on the side, poured a glass into the glass and drank it immediately. The cold liquid slid down his throat, and he felt a little more awake.

"You have a bad stomach, shall I ask someone to bring you some water?" Jiang Yan said.

"Thank you." Su Xiaoyu said gratefully. He was a little surprised that Jiang Yan could remember that his stomach was not good.

Jiang Yan asked someone to bring water, and Su Xiaoyu drank a big glass as soon as he received it.

After drinking it, I felt that the heat went down a bit, but the reaction began again immediately.He tried hard to wake up, but his consciousness became more and more lax. He couldn't hear what Lu Yu sang on it, and his body was as hot as a fire.

"Su Xiaoyu?" Jiang Yan asked from the side, the corners of his mouth curled up greatly.

"It feels... so hot." Su Xiaoyu said unconsciously, and kept leaning towards Jiang Yan.

"I'll take you out." Jiang Yan said and helped him up, but Su Xiaoyu was as soft as a bone, and entangled him more and more.

"Jiang...Jiang Yan..." Su Xiaoyu's voice began to change, and her breathing became more and more urgent.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Yan knew that he couldn't let him go by himself, so he hugged him horizontally, took his coat and walked out.

If we stay any longer, Su Xiaoyu should broadcast a live broadcast to everyone present. He, Jiang Yan, is not generous enough to let people watch him.

"Jiang Yan, are you leaving?" Bai Zairong shouted from the side with a smile.

Jiang Yan ignored him, just striding out with the man in his arms.

"Jiang Yan..." the person in his arms murmured indistinctly.

"Stop yelling." Jiang Yan said impatiently, he had already reacted, and if Su Xiaoyu said a few more words, he might punish him on the spot.

"I'm uncomfortable...Jiang Yan..." Su Xiaoyu hugged Jiang Yan's waist, tried hard to press her body against Jiang Yan's skin, and her hot breath hit Jiang Yan's skin.

Jiang Yan trembled slightly, feeling that the skin was about to burn.

"Damn it." Jiang Yan cursed, threw him into the car and drove to a nearby hotel.

In the bar, Lu Yu sang the last sentence, and the gentle voice wrapped around people's eardrums and reverberated gently.

"This man, why does he look familiar?" Bai Zairong looked at the young man on the stage, resting his chin.

"Master Bai knows him?" The woman asked curiously.

"What's his name?"

"Lu Yu, a resident singer." The woman replied.

"Lu Yu..." Bai Zairong said in a low voice, staring at the boy who packed up the guitar and left the stage, then he looked at the colorful hair and shook his head, said with a smile: "I don't know."