Old He was about to go to bed, and Mo Manyun's ghost-like figure floated into the house at some point, but he really scared He Yuan: What are you doing?Do you want to go to Wushan Yunyu with me? Humph, you still have a little conscience. I know I have been holding back a lot of days. Come on, let’s make the storm more violent.
Mo Manyun was a little excited: He Yuan, let’s go downstairs to sing. The living room has a lot of audio equipment, and I haven’t used it since I moved it here.He looked at He Yuan with anticipation.
Lao He's fantasy was instantly shattered and he slapped his forehead: Tian Ah, singing, it's past nine o'clock, aren't you afraid of disturbing your neighbors?However, under the little woman's longing look, Lao He finally surrendered. Alas, who told me to have such a good wife? I didn't even bother to say anything when it was cold. When it was hot, I pulled you to sing in the middle of the night.
The equipment and audio was already running under the quick fiddling of the little lady. She asked Lao He to put it on the sofa and stuffed him a microphone: You can sing it first, choose folk songs and pop songs at will, and most of the songs are available in the machine.Suddenly, I felt something was missing. Mo Manyun frowned and pondered for a moment, and then slapped the coffee table: By the way, it’s the atmosphere, wait, I’ll call Brother Hao and the others in. The few people are too deserted and they can’t show their excitement.After saying that, he ran out of the villa in his pajamas.
He Yuan slapped his forehead again, feeling extremely depressed: Are you crazy? The bodyguards have to sleep in the middle of the night, and you are willful and want others to accompany you. Is the mayor so selfless?
Indeed, Mo Manyun suddenly wanted to be willful today, and she had been suppressing it for too long.
But after a while, Hao Yan and several bodyguards entered the house under the leadership of the excited little woman. There were 5 people in total, and three of them obviously didn't wake up. They rubbed their eyes and yawned all over the sky. Obviously, the people who had changed shifts were tossed up as soon as they fell asleep.
The culprit, Mo Manyun, took out a few wireless microphones from somewhere and handed them to several people: Today, you can relax. There is food and drink on the table, so don’t be polite. Come on, let’s sing loudly. Brother Hao, you are the biggest here, so you can give us a song first.
Hao Yan and He Yuan changed their eyes, both of whom were amused and crying. However, Mo Manyun's smile and excited look made Hao Yan feel very happy. I remember how long it took... I had never seen the eldest lady laugh.
Hao Yan is a rough man, and he is good at singing, so he simply clicked the national anthem of the People's Republic of China. But before it started, the little woman on the side shouted: Now, Brother Hao is invited to present a song, welcome everyone.He took the lead in applauding, making him look like a small party, quite decent.
Except for one of the bodyguards who had strong applause, the other three people who had not woken up were listless, but after receiving the young lady's fierce eyes, they all stood up straight and looked energetic, and the applause was thunderous.
Mo Manyun narrowed his eyes and smiled with satisfaction, but his husband was still slumped on the sofa in a boneless manner. Mo Manyun raised his eyebrows and approached quietly. He stroked the tender flesh on his waist and squeezed it hard. Maybe he thought that his good husband's waist was about the same thick as his face, so he twisted it hard again.
The national anthem began with Lao He's tragic cry: Get up, people who don't want to be slaves... The voice is sonorous and powerful, and he is full of confidence. Even He Yuan doesn't help but applaud, rubbing his waist (abbreviated). The singing at this time reflects Lao He's mood.
Seeing the atmosphere becoming lively, Mo Manyun was a little proud and picked up the microphone: Brother Hao sang so wonderfully. Now, Comrade Mo Manyun is invited to present the song, and everyone welcomes you to applause.
Smack sex...
You ask me how deep I love you, how much I love you... The soft music floats out, and the moon represents my heart under the elegant and natural voice of Moman Cloud, melodious and affectionate.
Even though he knew he was not singing to himself, Lao He couldn't help but feel a little proud. In addition to his natural flaws in housework, Mo Manyun could almost be called a perfect woman. With such a wife, why regret in this life?
The small PATTY was brought to a climax by Mo Manyun's singing, and several bodyguards were in high spirits and offered their loud voices. Not to mention, the singing of several people was not bad. Although they were hoarse, they were full of confidence.
An hour passed, and Mo Manyun's excitement had not yet faded, and she was clamoring to ask for another song for several people. During this period, she had already sang three songs herself, but she still wanted to go all out.
He Yuan, you haven't moved from beginning to end.Momanyun looked bad, and his cold eyes swept around him, and finally stopped on the little flesh on his waist. The meaning under his eyes was very obvious: If you don’t sing, I will strangle you to death.
Old He shuddered all over, quickly straightened his back and took the microphone: I sing, I sing.I felt a lot of emotion in my heart. The two Mo Manyun and Mo Qi sisters, one pinched people and the other scratched people. They really wanted to die. They also pinched you to death and slashed you to death at any time. Alas.
Hao Yan was so happy. He expected He Yuan would not be able to sing. At this moment, he became gloating. The remaining few people sat on the sofa, with beer in one hand and food in the other, enjoying a lot.
Under the eyes of everyone, Lao He freezes the song on the blue screen, which means he doesn't choose any song. He explained: I don't have any songs here, so I sing a song for you. If you don't sing well, you can give me some money, but if you don't... You can leave quickly.
The nursery rhyme that He Yuan sang has been deeply imprinted in Mo Manyun's mind and heart. His deep voice made Mo Manyun know that his good husband definitely has the talent to sing. He couldn't help but look at him with some expectation, hoping that he could bring some surprises.
That's right, surprise does appear, but only half of it, that's the word "shock".
I am a painter with strong paint ability. I want to paint the new house beautifully... The sound has a heart-wrenching smell, the song is out of tune, and the rhythm is sparse and there is no rhythm.
Puff...beer splash.
Vomiting... vomiting continuously.
Uh...it's boundlessly shocked.
Mo Manyun looked at him blankly. The difference between the two singing voices was too big, right?
Unexpectedly, under the sound of the sewer-like singing, He Yuan sang in a state, and his body and mind were fully devoted to it, waving his arms: I want to paint the new house very beautifully...
Finally, Hao Yan used force to stop Lao He's criminal behavior. Mo Manyun, who played the guest host, said one last time: This small concert ended in a tragedy.
No one knew that a ghost story had been circulated in Fengrun Garden from then on, and the name of the story was "A dedicated wall painter, singing every night after his death."
Mo Manyun was a little excited: He Yuan, let’s go downstairs to sing. The living room has a lot of audio equipment, and I haven’t used it since I moved it here.He looked at He Yuan with anticipation.
Lao He's fantasy was instantly shattered and he slapped his forehead: Tian Ah, singing, it's past nine o'clock, aren't you afraid of disturbing your neighbors?However, under the little woman's longing look, Lao He finally surrendered. Alas, who told me to have such a good wife? I didn't even bother to say anything when it was cold. When it was hot, I pulled you to sing in the middle of the night.
The equipment and audio was already running under the quick fiddling of the little lady. She asked Lao He to put it on the sofa and stuffed him a microphone: You can sing it first, choose folk songs and pop songs at will, and most of the songs are available in the machine.Suddenly, I felt something was missing. Mo Manyun frowned and pondered for a moment, and then slapped the coffee table: By the way, it’s the atmosphere, wait, I’ll call Brother Hao and the others in. The few people are too deserted and they can’t show their excitement.After saying that, he ran out of the villa in his pajamas.
He Yuan slapped his forehead again, feeling extremely depressed: Are you crazy? The bodyguards have to sleep in the middle of the night, and you are willful and want others to accompany you. Is the mayor so selfless?
Indeed, Mo Manyun suddenly wanted to be willful today, and she had been suppressing it for too long.
But after a while, Hao Yan and several bodyguards entered the house under the leadership of the excited little woman. There were 5 people in total, and three of them obviously didn't wake up. They rubbed their eyes and yawned all over the sky. Obviously, the people who had changed shifts were tossed up as soon as they fell asleep.
The culprit, Mo Manyun, took out a few wireless microphones from somewhere and handed them to several people: Today, you can relax. There is food and drink on the table, so don’t be polite. Come on, let’s sing loudly. Brother Hao, you are the biggest here, so you can give us a song first.
Hao Yan and He Yuan changed their eyes, both of whom were amused and crying. However, Mo Manyun's smile and excited look made Hao Yan feel very happy. I remember how long it took... I had never seen the eldest lady laugh.
Hao Yan is a rough man, and he is good at singing, so he simply clicked the national anthem of the People's Republic of China. But before it started, the little woman on the side shouted: Now, Brother Hao is invited to present a song, welcome everyone.He took the lead in applauding, making him look like a small party, quite decent.
Except for one of the bodyguards who had strong applause, the other three people who had not woken up were listless, but after receiving the young lady's fierce eyes, they all stood up straight and looked energetic, and the applause was thunderous.
Mo Manyun narrowed his eyes and smiled with satisfaction, but his husband was still slumped on the sofa in a boneless manner. Mo Manyun raised his eyebrows and approached quietly. He stroked the tender flesh on his waist and squeezed it hard. Maybe he thought that his good husband's waist was about the same thick as his face, so he twisted it hard again.
The national anthem began with Lao He's tragic cry: Get up, people who don't want to be slaves... The voice is sonorous and powerful, and he is full of confidence. Even He Yuan doesn't help but applaud, rubbing his waist (abbreviated). The singing at this time reflects Lao He's mood.
Seeing the atmosphere becoming lively, Mo Manyun was a little proud and picked up the microphone: Brother Hao sang so wonderfully. Now, Comrade Mo Manyun is invited to present the song, and everyone welcomes you to applause.
Smack sex...
You ask me how deep I love you, how much I love you... The soft music floats out, and the moon represents my heart under the elegant and natural voice of Moman Cloud, melodious and affectionate.
Even though he knew he was not singing to himself, Lao He couldn't help but feel a little proud. In addition to his natural flaws in housework, Mo Manyun could almost be called a perfect woman. With such a wife, why regret in this life?
The small PATTY was brought to a climax by Mo Manyun's singing, and several bodyguards were in high spirits and offered their loud voices. Not to mention, the singing of several people was not bad. Although they were hoarse, they were full of confidence.
An hour passed, and Mo Manyun's excitement had not yet faded, and she was clamoring to ask for another song for several people. During this period, she had already sang three songs herself, but she still wanted to go all out.
He Yuan, you haven't moved from beginning to end.Momanyun looked bad, and his cold eyes swept around him, and finally stopped on the little flesh on his waist. The meaning under his eyes was very obvious: If you don’t sing, I will strangle you to death.
Old He shuddered all over, quickly straightened his back and took the microphone: I sing, I sing.I felt a lot of emotion in my heart. The two Mo Manyun and Mo Qi sisters, one pinched people and the other scratched people. They really wanted to die. They also pinched you to death and slashed you to death at any time. Alas.
Hao Yan was so happy. He expected He Yuan would not be able to sing. At this moment, he became gloating. The remaining few people sat on the sofa, with beer in one hand and food in the other, enjoying a lot.
Under the eyes of everyone, Lao He freezes the song on the blue screen, which means he doesn't choose any song. He explained: I don't have any songs here, so I sing a song for you. If you don't sing well, you can give me some money, but if you don't... You can leave quickly.
The nursery rhyme that He Yuan sang has been deeply imprinted in Mo Manyun's mind and heart. His deep voice made Mo Manyun know that his good husband definitely has the talent to sing. He couldn't help but look at him with some expectation, hoping that he could bring some surprises.
That's right, surprise does appear, but only half of it, that's the word "shock".
I am a painter with strong paint ability. I want to paint the new house beautifully... The sound has a heart-wrenching smell, the song is out of tune, and the rhythm is sparse and there is no rhythm.
Puff...beer splash.
Vomiting... vomiting continuously.
Uh...it's boundlessly shocked.
Mo Manyun looked at him blankly. The difference between the two singing voices was too big, right?
Unexpectedly, under the sound of the sewer-like singing, He Yuan sang in a state, and his body and mind were fully devoted to it, waving his arms: I want to paint the new house very beautifully...
Finally, Hao Yan used force to stop Lao He's criminal behavior. Mo Manyun, who played the guest host, said one last time: This small concert ended in a tragedy.
No one knew that a ghost story had been circulated in Fengrun Garden from then on, and the name of the story was "A dedicated wall painter, singing every night after his death."
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