The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Qin Zong grabbed the young man at the last step, held him in his arms, and pinched his eyebrows with his long fingers, "In other words, I wouldn't even be able to tell my birth date clearly."

Qin Zong was really not sure.

But he knew that if he gave it to this little gangster, it would be bad if something happened.

Yan Tao smiled and snorted.

Qin Zong...

The young man's eyes were full of accusations, and his crystal clear peach blossom eyes seemed to be saying: You are a person who does not keep your word, hum hum hum hum…

Infinite loop.

"Okay," the indifferent Qin Zongjun's face wavered slightly. He looked at the drama queen in front of him and said in a low tone, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Yan Xiaotao is gearing up: It’s finally time for me to stand up and become the master.

Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha……

Xiaoqi... was trembling with fear...

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

Master Yan crossed his arms and glanced around the stalls in the square, his peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up.

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

Master Yan looked at the man who stood out in the crowd even though he was dressed casually, and raised his lips with a smile.

If you get an opportunity, you must make good use of it.

Yin Hong's thin lips were slightly opened, and she came close to the man's lips, and breathed out softly, her eyes were enchanting, and her eyes were shining brightly.

He looked like a little fox who had stolen a chicken.

The young man's tone was as low as the breeze, and he deliberately used a frivolous tone to tease him, "Zongzong, why don't you sing a love song to coax me first?"

Qin Zong refused coldly: "Change."

"……snort!"

Yan Tao turned around and walked away like an angry kitten, waving his hand, "Forget it! You don't have any sincerity at all!"

Qin Zong had a headache and pulled the proud guy back, his face so cold that he nodded.

The wandering singer was singing an English love song. His voice was good, but not very good.

After the song ended, Qin Zong walked over, said a few words to the wandering singer, and took out a hundred dollars and gave it to him. The wandering singer handed the microphone and guitar to Qin Zong.

This surprised Yan Tao.

Qin Zong, can he still play the guitar?

Qin Zong plucked the strings, holding the guitar with one hand, sitting on the high chair with a casual but dignified posture.

It was almost seven o'clock.

The cold moonlight shone down and fell on the cold and handsome man.

He just sat there casually, looking at the young man opposite him with a somewhat unpredictable expression.

The long fingers bounced up casually.

The notes flow out from under the fingers, like spring flowers and autumn moon, like the breeze in the mountains.

Like the people who play, they are indifferent and cold.

Yan Tao, who had taken advantage of her, was still acting obediently. She blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes and reminded him silently, "Love song!! Love song, love song."

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

My heart is transparent because I don’t want to hide it anymore.

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

I really love you, and with you I have nothing to ask for.

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

…

My heart is transparent because you are always with me.

Because I have decided to love you, the wait is worth it.

I really love you, and with you I have nothing to ask for.

…”

The man's voice was deep and pleasant, like the wind blowing by his ears. Yan Tao looked at Qin Zong who lowered his head and plucked the strings, and his heart moved slightly.

In the square, the singing and singing attracted many people.

Although they did not understand the singing, they still followed the sound.