Why is his back so tall and straight, so full of prestige and power?

Why is such a unique and mysterious man the only one who raises his hand to support him?

I am obviously an inconspicuous ugly duckling. He raises his hand to support me. Is it sympathy?

Mo Hanya looked at his disappearing back, thinking puzzlingly in her heart.

While she was thinking, the bodyguard who was left behind walked towards the stage, stood by the stage, hooked his hand towards the host, whispered something to the host, quickly left the stage, and walked out coldly.

bar.

What the mysterious man in sunglasses said to the bodyguard, no one around him knew what the bodyguard said to the host. People around him still knew nothing, they only knew that the host walked to the stage with a microphone and smiled.

In the middle, he took Mo Hanya's hand and announced to everyone in a high-profile voice: "Thank you for your support and attention to this competition. I now officially declare that contestant No. 3 is the champion of this competition. From now on

From now on, she is the official resident singer of our Phantom Bar."

After the results were announced, the people in the audience were in an uproar.

"Ah, what's going on?"

"Oh my God, are you kidding us?"

"The mysterious man who raised his hand to support contestant No. 3, could he be the mysterious boss behind this bar?"

"..."

In this way, Mo Hanya became the champion of the Phantom Bar's resident singer selection competition without any risk, and became the official resident singer of the Phantom Bar.

She was more baffled by this matter than anyone else. Of course, she was also happier and more excited than anyone else, because by being a resident singer at the Phantom Bar, she could earn money to treat her brother's illness. You know, Phantom

The salary of the bar's resident singer is much higher than that of other bars.

From that day on, she was the resident singer at the Phantom Bar. In the blink of an eye, she had been singing at the Phantom Bar for half a year.

In the past six months, every time she sang on stage, she would habitually look towards a round table not far from the front of the stage. The reason was purely that she wanted to see that mysterious man again. She felt that he

He is not only his benefactor, but also the noble person in his life.

As long as she goes on stage to sing, she will immediately look at the table where he sat with hopeful eyes. However, every time, she is disappointed. The people sitting at that table are either thin or thin.

Fatty, or bald, none of them handsome. Sometimes, the person sitting in that position is an immodest woman.

Everyone sitting there is not him.

He seemed to have disappeared and would never appear in her sight again.

...

Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, it has been a year since the day Mo Hanya met the mysterious him.

During this year, she sang at the Phantom Bar at night and handed out flyers on the street during the day.

Her skin is still dark, and the acne on her forehead is so stubborn, and it still accompanies her every day, almost becoming her trademark.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it's time for her to go on stage to sing.

One night when she went on stage to sing, she wore a black dress. Little did she know that her skin was already dark, so wearing a black dress made her look even darker.

Perhaps because of the changes in her family, she had no time to fall in love or dress up. She only wanted to make money to pay for her brother's heart transplant surgery.

After taking the stage, as usual, she immediately looked at the round table and found that no one was sitting at the round table. Her already lost heart became even more lost. She closed her eyes, picked up the microphone, and spoke with all her heart.

Singing a song by Faye Wong - "Red Beans" with great devotion

[I haven’t fully experienced the snowy climate of 7e yet.

Let's tremble together 7e will understand better what gentleness is

I haven’t held hands with you yet 7e walked through the deserted sand dunes

Maybe from now on I will learn to cherish 7e for eternity and eternity

Sometimes sometimes 7e I believe that everything has an end

There are times when we are together and when we are gone 7eNothing lasts forever

But sometimes I 7e would rather choose to linger than let go

When the scenery is clear 7e, maybe you will accompany me to watch the long stream of water

I haven’t boiled Hongdou 7e into a lingering wound for you yet

Then share 7e together and you will understand the sadness of lovesickness better

I haven’t fully felt the tenderness of 7e’s waking kiss yet

Maybe you pursue the freedom of loneliness when you are around me 7e

…

Sometimes sometimes 7e I believe that everything has an end

There are times when we are together and when we are gone 7eNothing will last forever]

This is a nice song, and it is also a tragic song that tells a tragic story. Every time she sings this song, her eyes get wet. She doesn’t know whether it is because the song is too sad or because she

This woman is too sentimental.

In the middle of her song, a man sat on the round table she had been paying attention to.

The man was about twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old. His skin was not very white, but he was not very dark either. He had a straight nose and bright eyes. No matter how you looked at him, he was a handsome man.

He ordered a few bottles of beer, sat down, and just glanced at the stage. He did not listen to Mo Hanya's singing attentively, nor did he drink seriously. His thoughtful eyes would look towards the bar counter from time to time, faintly

It reveals an unknown alertness.

After Mo Hanya finished singing the song, she completely noticed him. Perhaps it was because he was several times more handsome than the people sitting there. She looked at him a lot more, and suddenly there was a sweet taste in the corner of her mouth, and she raised her eyebrows.

She raised her eyebrows again and again, looking at him. After singing the next few songs with a smile, she walked off the stage and walked quickly towards him.

"Hi, do you still know me?" She walked up to him, looked at his handsome face, and asked with an excited smile.

The man looked at her face and frowned in disgust, "Miss, I'm sorry, I don't do one-night stands, I don't treat women to drinks, and I don't accept your approach."

What kind of woman does he consider himself to be?

Mo Hanya blushed with embarrassment, and quickly said straight to the point with a smile: "Senior Linghu, I am Mo Hanya."

Hearing this, the man's face showed surprise. He squinted his eyes and looked at her carefully. After looking at her for a while, he still had no impression of her. "You are my school girl? We were... very familiar before?"

"

Even after everything was like this, he still didn't recognize himself. Mo Hanya couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed. She smiled and said shyly: "We both studied in No. 11 Middle School. You are one grade above me. Your basketball skills

You played great. I often go to the basketball court to watch you play. Once, you accidentally threw the ball in my face, and I got a nosebleed on the spot. You were worried about me, so you immediately came to apologize to me and sent it to me in person.

I went to the infirmary."

After she said so much, Linghu Shaofei had a more or less vague impression of her, and then there was a smile on his handsome face, "Oh, I remember, every time the school holds a party

, it seems that you can sing on stage, hahaha, I didn’t expect to meet you here, you are much darker than before, it is a bit difficult to recognize you at a glance.”

He finally remembered himself, and Mo Hanya's heart rippled slightly.

She remembered clearly that Linghu Shaofei was the number one influential figure in the school at that time. He was handsome, had good grades, and was among the best in almost every aspect. At that time, like many girls, she had a secret crush on him.

He regards him as his Prince Charming and the lover of his dreams.

She was very happy to meet him here tonight, and silently felt that she and him were destined to see each other after so many years.

"Senior Linghu, I am now a resident singer in this bar. Where are you working now?" She sat next to him and asked him happily.

Linghu Shaofei looked in the direction of the bar and hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "I work in a state-owned enterprise."

At this moment, a young male waiter came over, nodded apologetically to Linghu Shaofei, and said seriously to Mo Hanya: "Sister Mo, Brother Di is looking for you."

Mo Hanya has been a resident singer at the Phantom Bar for a year, and is about to reach the age of 26. With her dark skin, she always looks several years older than her actual age. Most of the employees here are younger than her, and she

Once you get to know her, you'll almost always call her Sister Mo.

Mo Hanya was not afraid of being called old by them. She actually liked them calling her Sister Mo. She smiled at him and said, "I know, I'll go to his office right away."

The waiter nodded and immediately backed away.

"Senior, I'll go first and come out to drink with you later." She smiled boldly at Linghu Shaofei.

"Okay." Linghu Shaofei nodded with a smile.

When she stood up to leave, Mo Hanya was actually a little reluctant to leave. When she walked near the bar and was about to enter the office area at the other end of the corridor, she looked in his direction and found that he was looking in her direction. She felt,

Surprised, she smiled sweetly at him and then walked into the corridor faster.

After she left, Linghu Shaofei touched his chin thoughtfully, then held his collar, carefully covered the headset on his right ear, tilted his head and carefully looked at the direction of the bar, and asked in a low voice:

"What's going on over there?"

"After he went in, he never came out." A man's very alert voice came from the earphones, "Boss, do we want to go in and arrest him?"

"We don't have any evidence. It would be in vain to arrest him. Don't alert the enemy." He ordered seasonedly. "You continue to keep a close eye on him."

"yes."

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To be continued...