Oh, can he sing Mandarin songs? Or can he sing Mandarin? But my most famous song is Mandarin. Isn’t it embarrassing if he can sing it? Alas, I’d better choose someone who can sing it, can it be successful?” Yu Xinshuang frowned and pouted, shaking Sister Fang. At this time, Yu Xinshuang had already thought about it. As soon as he arrived at the interactive event, he caught Wang Xiaobin up and looked embarrassed. Who told him to ignore him on the plane? He even pretended to be a master when gambling.

Sister Fang couldn't figure out what Yu Xinshuang was thinking about, so she couldn't help but agree. After all, she couldn't let the Arab prince be embarrassed and was even cold. You have to know that it was a live concert around the world. If this mistake really happened, she would have to leave.

It was Wang Xiaobin's first time being a fan. He listened to a concert for the first time. He had seen what fans were. Those old guys in their thirties were in suits and ties, but they were cheering happily with the signs. No matter how you look at them, they were like vendors seen in the vegetable market. The only difference was that vendors were grassroots, they were noble, with bodyguards, and each had a net worth of billions.

However, Wang Xiaobin didn't know any of the people here. After just a few years of light and shadow, Wang Xiaobin could only sigh in secret that the world is changing too quickly. There are octagonal people, but they can change one wave after another.

"How are you?" Yu Xinshuang suddenly appeared from the secret passage in a noble red super short princess dress, and she opened her voice and greeted her in pure London English.

"Okay!" In addition to Wang Xiaobin, even the old man in the door rushed to the door and waved his hand and shouted wildly. Wang Xiaobin immediately understood that this is the charm of an idol and the right of the fans.

Then Yu Xinshuang sang two English songs. Although there was no problem with Wang Xiaobin understanding English, she didn't understand what Yu Xinshuang was singing because she adopted a rap style, just holding the lyrics in her hand and singing in a mess. She didn't follow the rhythm, only ghosts could understand.

Fortunately, after the end, it was a Chinese song. Wang Xiaobin finally heard it clearly. At this moment, the American men in the audience started to howl, but unfortunately, the foreign devils were blowing the trumpet, which was really damn unkind. The howling was unclear, unclear, and it seemed to be broken and connected. It made people look like two big heads. I wish I could find a crack in the ground to escape.

After a long time of struggle, when the sixth song came, the foreigners didn't know if they were tired or not, but they were gone, but Wang Xiaobin was famous because it was the song he listened to on the plane. The song he never recognized was a love song that should be performed by a man who had experienced vicissitudes rather than a ignorant little girl, because the song was clearly written about the experience of a man who was abandoned several times. Can there be no vicissitudes interpret it? But Wang Xiaobin was so sad. When he heard this scene, Yu Xinshuang shook her voice and was not affectionate enough, but she moved a group of American men to tears.

"Hello everyone, let's have an interactive activity now and let one of you come to sing to me..." Yu Xinshuang began to prepare in advance for Wang Xiaobin to sing the song he listened to as uncomfortable as he would be.

The fluorescent lights began to search back and forth in the crowd along Yu Xinshuang's fingers. Finally, they shone on Wang Xiaobin's face.

"Come on, it's Wang Touer." Yu Feng shouted in front of the TV in the small clinic, and they had never seen Wang Xiaobin so confused.

"Tao Wang, where is it?" The other 20 boys put down their hands and surrounded him.

Wang Xiaobin on the other side was pushed to the stage before he could react. Those American men expected that although Wang Xiaobin was handsome, his voice would be like a broken gong. He would cry and howl when he sang, which scared the fly. Unfortunately, Wang Xiaobin's voice was a little hoarse, but if he started singing, it would not have fascinated countless girls and women.

"Come on, sir, can you introduce yourself?" Yu Xinshuang saw Wang Xiaobin coming up in a daze and asked quickly. After asking, she handed the microphone to Wang Xiaobin.

Yu Xinshuang had already thought about making Wang Xiaobin look embarrassed and embarrassed. She had no good intentions in her stomach. Looking at Wang Xiaobin's reluctance and absolute dullness, she was trying to hold back her laughter and her heart was filled with joy. After all, this concert was broadcast live around the world. If she smiled so hard, the cuteness and purity she had always been there would be nothing left.

Wang Xiaobin finally understood. It turned out that Yu Xinshuang was just waiting for him to drill after getting into the trap. There was no room for negotiation at all. So she nodded, opened her voice and introduced herself: "Hello everyone, my name is Wang Xiaobin, I am a doctor, Chinese."

As soon as these words were finished, they suddenly became silent. Why? Because of Wang Xiaobin's name, although most of the celebrities present were emerging celebrities, they had never eaten pork and saw pigs walking. Wang Xiaobin was famous, and he had heard of his relatives, friends and business partners. At this moment, everyone stared at the legendary "demon". It's a pity that Yushu was in the wind and didn't look like it no matter how it looked.

It was Yu Xinshuang's turn to be stunned because she had never heard of the name Wang Xiaobin, and because she had never been so quiet when she held a concert. This is naturally a small concert for an upper class.

"Well... that, Mr. Wang, it's an interactive session now. Can you please sing a song? Which song do you want to sing?" Yu Xinshuang was very knowledgeable after all, and when she saw this scene, she knew that Wang Xiaobin was a very good person, but she was too ignorant. However, this mouth turned the atmosphere around.

This... I don't know anything, just sing the song you just now." Wang Xiaobin scratched his head and said awkwardly. Since he sang with Ren'er in a bar that time, he hasn't sang it for many years, and he hasn't remembered many lyrics. It's not a shame to sing to save people from water and fire.

"Oh, okay, now please appreciate what Mr. Wang Xiaobin brought to you... If you are not here, please give me a lot of applause and encouragement..." Yu Xinshuang took the lead in applause, then walked quickly to the backstage, preparing for the next stage of the costume.

The music started to sound, which was a familiar melody. Yu Feng's MP3 song adjusted his mood. Wang Xiaobin looked at the crowd of black crows in the audience and was a little confused. After passing by, he thought: I am not afraid of dead people, but I can still be afraid of living people, so he opened his mouth and spoke.

You said you finally found love

Love without any promises,

Get used to his care,

Forgot my temperature,

Finally understood,

It turns out that love is gone,

I promised too much,

It hurts you too deeply.

You said you can't forget my kiss

So gentle and cruel,

Once drunk in dreams,

It always makes you feel sad.

I woke up from my dream and tears dried up.

But I'm too stupid.

Never regret again,

It's me who made you leave sadly,

If love can be repeated, I will not let you escape from my sight;

If love can be repeated

I will give up everything just to fulfill your expectations;

But you left, love is no longer there...

When he first started singing, Wang Xiaobin's emotions were not completely immersed in it, but as he sang in the accompanying music, the charm came out. The sadness arose naturally, and it was heart-wrenching with Wang Xiaobin's slightly hoarse voice. A helplessness, a sadness, and an infinite regret of loss.

When Wang Xiaobin came out with the last narration of the lyrics full of understanding of love, his own sadness, and his deep affection, everyone was shocked. Yu Xinshuang's heart even jumped suddenly.

"Thank you everyone." After the music ended, Wang Xiaobin bowed politely to thank him, and then walked off the stage quickly.

No one applauded, no one spoke, no one walked around, the air flowed quietly, everything seemed to have stopped. Wang Xiaobin looked at everyone in surprise, and couldn't help but feel a little upset about his performance, and lowered his head and walked towards his seat. At this time, someone took the lead in clapping, followed by a thunderous applause like a tide, which lasted for a full three minutes. Yu Xinshuang also calmed down and trotted all the way to the stage from the backstage.

"Thank you Mr. Wang for your affectionate singing. The song I want to present to you is..." Yu Xinshuang looked at Wang Xiaobin in a daze. She didn't know how the song she sang, nor how the concert ended. At this moment, there were only Wang Xiaobin's deep eyes, slightly thick and sexy lips, and the hoarse and gentle voice that was stunning.

Wang Xiaobin couldn't stand Yu Xinshuang's infatuated gaze, as if she was about to pull out all the clothes and pants on him. Before the concert was over, she hurriedly left.

I returned to the hotel to get the stored clothes, returned the room, and then returned to the free presidential suite I checked in. But before my butt was hot, the phone went crazy and called in one by one. The callers were all major music companies around the world. They all said that as long as Wang Xiaobin joined their company, he would definitely find the world's best songwriter and the best lyricist to compose music and write lyrics for him, and then use the world's top packaging operation method to package. But Wang Xiaobin was not interested in this at all. He couldn't stand it and even made a few perfunctory sentences, but in the end he simply pulled the thread straight away.

"Lost all the chips tonight, then get out of here and go to the White House tomorrow." Wang Xiaobin looked at the chips placed on the table, thinking about his itinerary. Alas, when they arrived in Las Vegas, they were all for winning. However, when they arrived in Wang Xiaobin, they became a beggar for losing. This person and the others were really angry.

The total chips on the table are 52,800 US dollars, which is enough to enter the VIP room. Besides, just say a word from the middle-aged man. Under the leadership of the manager, Wang Xiaobin successfully walked into a luxurious and beautiful room.

"Hello everyone, this is Mr. Wang. I hope everyone can have a happy night." The middle-aged man in the lobby manager introduced.

"Just him, sit down quickly, ***, I waited for half an hour, but I didn't expect that the person who was waiting was a poor man. It's so damn bad luck." A fat man looked at the chips in Wang Xiaobin's hand and said sarcastically.

"Sorry, Wang Xiaobin, the VIP here is playing stud, with a base of 10,000 US dollars. Why don't I take you to another place?" The lobby manager quickly spoke, trying to calm down Wang Xiaobin, who was about to get angry after listening to the fat and brown man's words. The lobby manager had already seen through the golden concert ticket that Wang Xiaobin was not an easy-to-dispute master, but he was not the one who entered this VIP room. He had to take harmony as the most important thing. He originally hoped that Wang Xiaobin would exchange more chips, but Wang Xiaobin refused to exchange them, and he was just trying to lose the chips in his hand.

"No, I'll just play here, just lose all of it." Wang Xiaobin smiled, because he suddenly realized that getting angry with the fat man with the brunette was not necessary for the bull to play the piano, so there was no need to make a big fuss with him.

"Let's start." Wang Xiaobin put the chips aside, and then called the waiter to exchange them for five chips worth ten thousand dollars.

After one person threw down a 10,000 US chip, He Gong began to deal cards.

There were five people on the gambling table. Except for the four cold blue chip cards piled up in front of Wang Xiaobin, the other four were piled up in piles of blue, golden and transparent chips. What they were going to make was an absolute big bet. No wonder the fat man in the brunette said that Wang was poor.

Wang Xiaobin has gained some knowledge in his eyes. After all, this kind of scene can only be seen in Hong Kong, Taiwan or foreign gambling movies. He had thought that he had a clone in the scene, and he couldn't help but feel confused and confused.

The card that Wang Xiaobin was lit up was Meihua Q. He didn't want to see what the trump card was. He looked at others with all his eyes. But the rule here is that the person who took the lead in bidding must bring the person with the least chips. So the middle-aged man with Old K on the card face curled his lips and shook his head and had to throw down a 10,000 chip.

"Oh, forget it, I'm going to have a full shuttle. It's just right to lose. It won't delay you playing big games." Wang Xiaobin had no plans to win, so he threw four blue chip cards up when he followed the cards.

Others looked at Wang Xiaobin, and there was no change in their emotions. They seemed to be commonplace. They didn't even look at cards, and they all followed four blue chip cards. Why? Because which of the four people in the field had assets of tens of billions of yuan, and these tens of thousands of yuan could not be seen in the eyes.

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Chapter completed!