Zhuang Long glared at Fang Yusheng.

  After the group of people laughed and joked around, they set off for the bar.

  Suzanne had a butler at home. The child was asleep, and Qiao Jiusheng and Fang Yusheng did not feel burdened. Tonight, they could party until the latter half of the night.

  Zurich had many elegant restaurant bars and library bars, but tonight was Suzanne’s bachelorette party night, so they went to a lively bar suitable for young people to party in.

  The bar was on the top floor, with transparent glass walls and glass windows. On a sunny night, one could see the starry sky when they looked up. On a rainy and snowy night, one could see rain and snow when they looked up. This was a particularly interesting place.

  It did not snow in Zurich tonight, but there were no stars.

  Fang Yusheng and the rest had more people, so they occupied a long table. After they sat down, they ordered beers that the public loved and chatted as they ate fruits. On their left was a luxurious pool with young people wearing revealing clothes enjoying themselves on the dance floor. On their right was a performance venue, and right in front of them was the dance floor.

  Interestingly, the music in this shop was not the noisy or loud rhythmic modern music. It could be someone singing one second and antique music the next. Therefore, there were not many people on the dance floor. Not everyone could listen to classical music and dance to it.

  “You can request for songs here,” Suzanne said.

  Fang Yusheng said, “I’ll go sing.”


  “Don’t!” Everyone spoke together, stopping Fang Yusheng from thinking.

  Fang Yusheng felt hurt and said, “My singing skills have improved a lot recently.”


  Everyone seemed to have heard a joke.

  Hearing Fang Yusheng sing was asking for trouble. Fang Yusheng sat down listlessly beside Qiao Jiusheng. The two of them leaned their heads close and whispered to each other. Fang Yusheng asked Qiao Jiusheng, “Is my singing really that bad?”


  Even the kind Qiao Jiusheng could not lie against her conscience, so she had to be an honest baby. She said, “Believe me, you’re still more suitable to play the violin.”


  Fang Yusheng picked up a glass of orange juice and played with it unhappily.

  Seeing that everyone was drinking beer and he was the only one drinking orange juice, Qiao Jiusheng felt quite pitiful. She said, “You can play the violin.” Without waiting for Fang Yusheng to agree, Qiao Jiusheng asked the others, “Our Yusheng is going on stage to play the violin. Does anyone want to sing? He can play for you.”


  Zhuang Long suddenly stood up. He said, “I’ll sing a song.” As the only single person, Zhuang Long had nothing to do but sing.

  Zhuang Long pulled Fang Yusheng up from the stool. The two brothers squeezed each other as they walked towards the platform.

  It cost money to order songs here. In ten minutes, it would cost about 500 Swiss francs. If converted to RMB, it would cost more than 3,000 yuan. Unless it was a proposal or someone drank too much, no one usually requested songs. Fang Yusheng borrowed a violin from the musician.

  He stood on the stage and saw Zhuang Long walk to the high platform and sit down.

  The moment the two handsome men of different styles got on the stage, they attracted the attention of everyone.

  Clearing his throat, Zhuang Long said, “A song called ‘My-Heart-Will-Gone’ for my dear friend Suzanne.” Zhuang Long didn’t know how to sing new songs. The songs he could sing were all classic old songs. Zhuang Long tilted his head and looked at Suzanne’s table. He smiled and said, “They say marriage is the grave of love…”


  Zhuang Long was about to say something when he saw a tall beauty walking in from the corner of his eye.

  He could not help but look at the entrance.

  There stood a tall blonde beauty in yellow strapless bubble sleeves. Her skin was fair, and her eyes were blue. The yellow top on the woman only covered her chest, revealing a large portion of her waist. Below it was a pair of denim shorts

  It was Xiao Li.

  Xiao Li stood there in a pair of black high heels and looked at Zhuang Long.

  Zhuang Long swallowed and changed his words. He said again, “They all say that marriage is the grave of love, but even if it’s a grave, I’m willing to be buried with you.”


  When Xiao Li heard this, her eyes flashed and she did not seem to have much of a reaction.

  Why was she here?

  Suzanne must have invited her!

  Why didn’t Suzanne tell her in advance?

  In a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed across Zhuang Long’s mind.

  Finally, Xiao Li retracted her gaze from Zhuang Long and walked towards Suzanne’s table.

  Zhuang Long heaved a sigh of relief.

  “Ah Li.” Ji Yinbing, Suzanne, and the rest stood up at the same time.

  Xiao Li tilted her head, her beautiful and curly golden hair swaying gently behind her head. She hugged the people present before sitting down beside Qiao Jiusheng. “Sorry, the plane was late. I just arrived.” These words were directed at Suzanne.

  Suzanne said she was fine.

  Suzanne shouted at Zhuang Long, who was standing on the platform like a fool, “Sing, Brother Long!”


  Zhuang Long felt inexplicably ashamed. He had never sung in front of Xiao Li before.

  Fang Yusheng coughed as if he was complaining that he was dawdling. Zhuang Long regained his senses and looked at Fang Yusheng

  After confirming his gaze, Fang Yusheng started playing.

  The moment the violin rang, the bar fell silent. Fang Yusheng’s violin played water. It could be said that it was a performance.

  Then, Zhuang Long picked up the microphone and sang

  Every-Night in-My-Dream, I-See-You, 1-Feel—You…


  When he reached I Feel You, Zhuang Long suddenly broke his voice.

  Everyone looked a little surprised. Zhuang Long was stunned after singing this sentence and stopped singing. Fang Yusheng held the bow and violin. He could neither play it nor not play it. He stood there holding a violin like a retard.

  Qiao Jiusheng could not help but cover her face. She had implicated Fang Yusheng.

  Fang Yusheng glared at Zhuang Long.

  Zhuang Long came back to his senses and said, “Sorry, I haven’t sung in a long time. I didn’t perform well. Let’s start over.”


  Fang Yusheng wanted to curse.

  He started playing again. This time, Zhuang Long performed quite well. Not to mention his singing skills, at least he did not break his voice. On the stage, one of the two people who did not have any tacit understanding played smoothly and beautifully. The other sang so badly that it made people blush with shame.

  At the table, Suzanne smiled at the person on the stage and said to Xiao Li, “I bet he saw that you were nervous.”


  Xiao Li was a person who didn’t like beer. She loved whiskey.

  Upon hearing this, she took a sip of her whiskey before saying, “I can’t tell.” After a pause, everyone at the table heard her say, “He’s especially unrestrained in bed. He doesn’t look like someone who would be shy.” She was indeed a woman who had grown up in America. Her words were bold and unrestrained.

  Everyone was speechless.

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