Chapter 587

Qin Zong grabbed the boy on the last step, put his arm in his arms, and pinched the center of his eyebrows with his long finger, "for another condition, I don't know the eight characters of my birthday."

Qin Zong really doesn't know.

But he knew that if he gave it to the hooligan, it would be bad if he saw something.

Yan Tao smiled and snorted coldly.

Qin Zong

The young man complained all over his eyes. In his crystal clear peach blossom eyes, he seemed to say: you are a dishonest man, hum, hum

Infinite loop.

"OK," the indifferent Qin zongjun's face fluctuated slightly, looked at the essence of the play in front of him, and said in a low voice, "what do you want?"

Yan Xiaotao: finally, it's time for Lao Tzu to become the master.

Ah ha ha ha ha ha

Xiao Qi... Trembling with fear

There are some stalls in the square, and there are many recreational activities.

Master Yan put his hands around his chest and swept the stall in the square. Suddenly, his peach eyes lit up.

In the west of the square, a wandering singer was playing guitar and singing, attracting pedestrians in twos and threes to stop and watch.

Young master Yan looked at the man who was outstanding in the crowd even in casual clothes and smiled.

If you get a chance, you have to make good use of it.

The scarlet thin lips slightly opened, leaned close to the man's lips and gently vomited. The eyes were Soul-catching, and the fundus of the eyes was shining brightly.

It's like a little fox who stole a chicken.

The young man's tone was as low as the breeze. He deliberately teased him with a frivolous tone, "zongzong, sing a love song to coax me first?"

Qin Zong refused coldly: "change."

"... hum!"

Yan Tao, like an angry kitten, turned and left with a swing of his hand, "forget it! There's no sincerity!"

Qin Zong had a headache and dragged the proud guy back. His face was so cold that he nodded.

The wandering singer is singing an English love song. The sound line is good, but it can't reach a very good level.

When the song was over, Qin Zong went over and said a few words with the wandering singer. He took out a hundred dollars and gave it to him. The wandering singer handed Qin Zong the microphone and guitar.

This surprised Yantao.

Qin Zong, can he play the guitar?

Qin Zong plucked the last string, held the guitar in one hand, and sat in a high chair in a loose but precious posture.

It's almost seven o'clock now.

The cold moonlight fell on the cold and handsome man.

He just sat casually and looked at the boy opposite, with an unpredictable look.

The long finger bounced randomly.

The notes come out from under the fingers, like spring flowers and Autumn Moon, like the breeze in the mountains.

It's as light and cold as a player.

Piansheng Yan was cheap and obedient. His beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked and silently reminded him, "love song!! love song, love song."

"Because the wind is blowing gently, I miss you.

The heart is transparent, because I don't want to hide.

Because I decided to love you, so don't doubt me anymore.

If I really love you, I can't ask for you.

Even if I have a choice in the future, you are still my only one.

……

The heart is transparent, because you are always with me.

Because I decided to love you, it's worth waiting.

If I really love you, I can't ask for you.

……”

The man's voice was low and pleasant to hear, like the wind blowing in his ears. Yan Tao looked at Qin Zong who hung his head and fiddled with the strings, and his heart moved slightly.

In the square, songs and songs attracted many people.

Although they couldn't understand the song, they still followed the voice.