Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 567 Superstar (16)

  He is engaged in music. If it wasn't for the He family's accident, his current status in the entertainment circle would not be too high to say that he is the king of singers.

  So I am particularly sensitive to good sounds.

  This voice is really nice.

  Suddenly, the slow singing of the voice accelerated.

  The lyrics are becoming more and more rapping and faster, but there is no trace of ambiguity, clear words and explosive voices.

   The atmosphere of the scene was completely activated at once.

   Tips were thrown onto the stage one after another, and He Nanxi couldn't help but look up.

   This look stunned him.

  He saw Bai Weiwei standing on the high platform, wearing heavy makeup, red lips, long eyelashes, and hair loose.

   Not ugly.

  But she looks completely different from her makeup remover.

  She twisted her waist, the small opening on the back of the skirt reveals a touch of white and greasy skin.

  The long hair is also like a black flower in full bloom when she turns around and dances.

  Singing and dancing, the voice is steady, mellow and beautiful.

   Every move of hand and foot is hot and provocative.

  He Nanxi has never seen Bai Weiwei like this.

  Although the first time I saw her was in a bar, she was not so hot at the time.

   Later, after she took off her makeup, she took care of He Dongling with a white face, and even came here to encourage him.

   are more like a soft-tempered good wife and mother.

  But now, she is just like a fairy.

  He Nanxi's fingers were shaking.

   Didn’t you say that you usually sell alcohol?

   How did this even get on stage.

  Screaming continued all around, and even a man who was drunk shouted loudly: "Take off, take off."

  He Nanxi only felt that his head was about to explode. He looked fiercely at the stage, but found that Bai Weiwei's eyes, if there was nothing, swept him with a trace of charm.

   She seemed to see him, and she smiled, her lips gently opened and closed.

  The song slows down affectionately.

   It was as if he was confessing to someone, He Nanxi heard it.

  It's all about her seductive singing voice.

  The hook made his heart tremble, and his muscles tensed up. His anger was intertwined with another inexplicable flame.

  Han Nanxi's temples kept throbbing.

  Her eyes glanced elsewhere, to seduce other men to tip her.

   Throwing one hundred yuan bills onto the stage, Bai Weiwei smiled happily and sang even more happily.

  The dancing posture became more graceful and beautiful.

  A drunk man beside He Nanxi yelled anxiously: "Tonight, my brother will wrap you up and let you give him a twist on the bed."

  He looked over for a moment and remembered the face of this wretched man.

   Really hot eyes.

   Then he walked to the table, picked up a wine bottle, turned and stepped forward, and came behind the man.

   With a violent lift of his hand, the wine bottle hit the wretched man on the head.

   This retaliatory action should not exceed ten seconds.

   Clean and neat, without a trace of hesitation.

  The man screamed and his head was bleeding.

  He Nanxi pushed the man away, and rushed to the stage angrily, regardless of the lives of others.

  Bai Weiwei raised her feet to do a relatively difficult dance move.

   And He Nanxi just came on stage, and saw under her raised legs, safety pants in a short skirt, and a large white leg.

  His steps became chaotic and his breathing became difficult.

  I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to tear off the mask.

   "Bai Weiwei." He Nanxi yelled in a muffled voice while wearing a mask.

  Bai Weiwei turned her head in a daze, with red lips and white face and long eyelashes. Because of sweat, her clothes were sticking to her body wetly.

  The looming appearance has more impact than taking it off completely.

  (end of this chapter)