Chapter 102 Love Letter

As Zhou Shuang mocked, what a loud tone.

"Do you think Yan Rusheng is venting his anger for you? Or is he venting his anger for himself?" Zhou Shuang's laughter gradually stopped. She picked up the colorful cocktail in front of her and put the glass against her lips. Momo, looked at Wen Xuxu with interest.

Wen Xuxu didn't think about this question at all and just gave her a big roll of his eyes.

Nonsense, Yan Rusheng hated her so much, how could he vent his anger on her behalf?

It was obvious that his majesty had been challenged, and he was defending his majesty.

Zhou Shuang frowned, a little confused, "But the last time he dumped this woman, wasn't it because she made him angry by asking you to rub her feet in public and got published in the newspaper?"

Although she is abroad, she is still very concerned about some domestic news.

Wen Xuxu raised her eyebrows indifferently, "What happened next? I've never even met the young model he hired. Wasn't he dumped by me?"

She didn't know the disgusted look the guy gave her when he went to his house to look for her that morning, as if it was such a shame and unbearable thing to have an affair with her.

Besides, the investment in a movie is at least tens of millions, so Yan Rusheng would only spend a lot of money to vent her anger unless he was crazy.

"Oh." Zhou Shuang nodded, but he still felt strange in his heart about the relationship between Yan Rusheng and Xuxu.

Ever since she transferred to another school and met them, she felt strange.

I always felt like they didn't really hate each other, but I couldn't find any basis for it.

The female singer with a neutral voice finished singing an English song affectionately, hugged her guitar, bowed deeply to everyone, and left.

Wen Xuxu and Zhou Shuang also suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the men and women in this bar, they are drinking to relieve their worries and drinking to have a carnival.

Xuxu felt bored, perhaps because she couldn't drink.

"Today is the 10th wedding anniversary of my lover and I. I sing a song to her that I used to sing downstairs in her dormitory when I was chasing her in college ten years ago. I want to thank her for staying with me over the past ten years. Never give up, no matter how poor or rich you are, whether you are rich or noble..."

A middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from the stage, and a simple and sincere confession attracted everyone's attention.

A slightly fat man, wearing a blue striped shirt, stood on the stage, holding a microphone in his hand, looking at a certain place, with a happy and grateful smile on his face.

Xuxu's eyes followed the man's gaze. A woman in black clothes was sitting there. The lights in the bar were dim and she couldn't see her face clearly. All she knew was that she was holding a bouquet of roses in her hand and a smile on her face. The same happy and moved smile.

The lights changed color, and a gentle, slightly sad melody slowly sounded.

A Mandarin song that most people are familiar with, ‘Love Letter’.

"It's a pity that love is not just a few tears and a few love letters. This may be a bit cruel..."

Xuxu heard it like it was alive, and when it reached the climax, she couldn't help but hum along.

After the song was over, the wife went on stage and presented the bouquet of roses to her husband. The audience burst into applause, and some naughty young people whistled enthusiastically.

Xuxu lowered her eyes and was lost in thought, as if she was in another environment.

"Xuxu, follow me."

Suddenly, Zhou Shuang reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the concert stage.

Xuxu realized what she was going to do and quickly protested, "Zhou Shuang, stop making trouble."