The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Ye Yuchen did not go into details about Mu Wanqing's part-time job.

He wouldn't even call her to call her back to the Rose Garden, which indirectly condoned all her actions.

Therefore, Mu Wanqing went to the Zero Bar every night to sing and make money, and it was a joy.

"Miss Mu, why are you... here again."

Yan Jun's bartending movement stiffened the moment he saw Mu Wanqing walk into the bar.

Like a big enemy, oh no...the big Buddha.

"Boss Yan loves his wallet?" Mu Wanqing smiled like a flower.

After all, it costs 10,000 yuan to sing a night, which is quite expensive.

"Where dare you?" Yan Jun smirked angrily twice.

He immediately finished mixing the glass of wine in his hand, and after handing it to the customer, he made a glass of wine for Mu Wanqin himself.

"I do not drink."

Mu Wanqing took a glass of orange juice and waved, "Go! Go to work!"

Looking at her back, Yan Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

My aunt is gone, but it makes him nervous.

He didn't even know that Mrs. Ye's attributes were so skinny, leaving the young lady to not do it... but ran to the bar to sing.

The moment Mu Wanqing stepped onto the stage, the music stopped suddenly.

"you again!"

Mei'er put her shawl back on her shoulders, and looked at her hostilely.

"Yes, it's me."

Mu Wanqing smiled arrogantly and charmingly.

She didn't care about Meier's dissatisfaction with her, but stood in front of Li Mai, "Everyone, good evening."

"Goddess! Goddess! Goddess!"

The cheers in the Zero Bar, accompanied by whistles and screams, instantly overwhelmed Mei'er.

"Damn it!" Mei'er clenched her fist tightly.

She took out a packet of powder that could make people silent for a while, and poured it all into Mu Wanqing's orange juice without thinking.

Mei'er looked at the stage triumphantly, "I want to see... how can you keep singing!"

Mu Wanqing stood in the center of the stage and sang a few songs, and then became a little dry, and stepped off the stage to rest for a while.

She held the orange juice and looked at Meier, "It's your turn."

"You don't need to remind me!" Mei'er glanced at Mu Wanqing disdainfully, and then stood on the stage proudly.

The pole dance was more enthusiastic than before Mu Wanqin came.

Mu Wanqing held the iced orange juice bottle, and always felt that there was something wrong with the residual temperature, as if she had been warmed by someone.

She frowned slightly, sniffing the orange juice.

Nothing unusual...

However, it is easy to detect whether the iced bottle has been touched.

"Huh, I'm super stingy."

Mu Wanqing curled his lips gently, and pretended to pour out Mei'er's orange juice, and poured his own orange juice into her glass.

"Boss Yan, I think Mei'er is a little tired, should she take a break?"

Mu Wanqing tapped the bar twice.

Yan Jun looked at her weirdly, "You two, don't deal with it?"

"Nothing." Mu Wanqing smiled slightly.

Her smile seemed harmless to humans and animals, but Yan Jun's back was a little cold and whizzing.

Yan Jun waved her hand, and Mei'er got off the stage well.

"Do you have a knife?" Mu Wan pressed his elbow against the bar, tilted his head and looked at Yan Jun.

Yan Jun: "..."

Mom, grandma, please don't cause trouble!

"Yes?" Mu Wanqing smiled, and Yan Jun panicked cautiously.

He immediately handed over a pair of very light and innocuous scissors.

"What do you want a knife for?"

"Do something." Mu Wanqing answered as a matter of course, then shook his head and left the bar.