I had a Western-style dinner of steak or lamb chops for one person at the Earl's Club. An account manager named Yueyue took Wang Chuan, Yan Feifan and others to a singing room with him.

In Yueyue's words, this is a professional singer-level singing room.

Just as he picked up the microphone and started singing, Yueyue's delicate face felt uncomfortable, as if he had been constipated for a week and had never been released.

As he was halfway through the song "Boyant", Yueyue used the excuse to greet an old friend and quickly left.

Wang Chuan found it interesting.

He sang very badly, but he looked like he was physically and mentally devoted, and he looked enjoyable.

Wang Chuan glanced at Yan Feifan and saw that he was shaking his body with no idea which beat he was swaying his body while quietly echoing his sister's singing.

"It's the same as Feifan's singing, as if no one else was around, and he was entertaining himself?"

Yu Suye, who was questioned by Wang Chuan, smiled and said, "They siblings are carved out of the same mold when singing."

After pausing, Yu Suye explained again: "Fefan said that he and his sister were in a bad mood, so they came to KTV to sing."

Wang Chuan looked at the siblings and said with pity: "I know some of their past."

"It is really not easy to get to the present step by step, especially for the extraordinary, who still maintains a innocent heart."

“As for Ziruo…”

Wang Chuan thought for a while and chuckled: "Some are philanthropists, some are not enterprising, but they are kind-hearted and have the unique strength of women. They take good care of and protect extraordinary things."

Yu Suye nodded and said with a smile: "Fefan must have been beaten by Sister Ruoruo a lot since he was a child. Until now, he is still a little scared."

Wang Chuan held back his smile and said, "Ziruo is only two or three years old. With Feifan's intelligence since childhood, the reason must be unreasonable, so he can only choose to suppress it by force..."

At this time, the song was finished.

Wang Chuan quickly stood up and said, "I'll come, I'll come, Feifan, you have to give us some time to breathe."

Wang Chuan took the microphone from Yan Ziruo, brewed it for a while, and sang a song "Spring in the North".

I have to say that as soon as an expert opens his mouth, he will know if there is any.

Wang Chuan's singing voice showed his professional baritone level and directly conquered the Yan family siblings and Yu Suye.

Yan Ruo roared: "I remembered that I would sing with that guy another day."

"He can't stand me, and his singing skills are not good, either."

Yu Suye gently hit her with his shoulder, and then signaled to Wang Chuan, who was singing affectionately.

"Sister, you don't realize that this uncle is quite attractive?"

"What's the charm of him?" Yan Ziruo realized the hidden meaning of Yu Suye's words after saying this.

She looked at Wang Chuan and said with disgust: "It's too old, I look young, I'm actually almost fifty, right?"

"A maximum of forty-five years old!"

Yu Suye guessed and turned around and asked, "Faifan, how old is Director Wang?"

"He is forty-two years old." Yan Feifan replied casually.

"I'm only forty-two years old? Yanyan is already seventeen." Yan Ziruo looked suspicious.

Yan Feifan replied again: "As far as I know, the director and his wife are childhood sweethearts, Yanyan, who was the first to marry."

He said calmly, looked at Wang Chuan again, and whispered: "I am only forty-two years old, and I look at least forty-five years old."

"The old man is just not sure whether he is useful or not?"

Yan Ziruo suddenly turned red, he glared at Yu Suye who was smiling with a pursed lips, and lowered his voice: "As a well-known plastic surgery expert, there are many beautiful women around him."

"That Yueyue just now has been glaring at him a lot."

"I can't handle it."

Yu Suye chuckled and said, "The director has a good reputation in the hospital. There are no rumors about him in the hospital."

"Sister, you can take care of this matter yourself."

She reminded again: "Next year, once Yanyan's appearance recovers, the director's worries may become alive."

"This period of time is a rare opportunity to deepen your relationship..."

At this time, Wang Chuan also finished singing the song, Yan Ziruo and Yu Suye quickly applauded vigorously.

Wang Chuan gave Yan Feifan the microphone and sat down when he came to the sofa.

He took a glass of clear water handed over by Yan Ruo, took a few sips, and sighed: "I haven't sang for a long time, and my skills have dropped a lot."

Yan Ziruo resisted the urge to roll his eyelids and flattered: "Director, this level cannot be improved anymore. You have to give professional singers some room to survive."

Wang Chuan laughed a little proudly...

After singing them for nearly three rounds, Yueyue returned and interrupted them in panic.

"Brother Chuan, Brother Chuan, it's not good. Something happened and someone died. Come and take a look."

When he heard this, Wang Chuan, Yan Feifan, Yu Suye, and Yan Ruo immediately followed Yueyue out of the singing room.

Several people followed the trotted quickly. Yueyue, who was unstable, went up two floors through the stairs, pushed open a thick solid wood door, and walked into a magnificent private room.

There are quite a few people here.

Four or five beautiful women in cool clothes, model figures hugged each other and huddled on a long sofa.

There was a young man who looked like a waiter, and was pressed to squat on the ground with his arms in his arms.

Next to the long tea table filled with foreign wine, red wine and beer, a middle-aged man lying on his back was lying on his back.

What made Yan Feifan's eyes narrowed was that there was an ice cone inserted into the middle-aged man's left chest.

Blood was slowly oozing out at the insertion, and a piece of blood that was as big as a bowl was leached on the light-colored T-shirt.

Next to the middle-aged man stood a square-faced buzzhead in his forties.

Yan Feifan came to the middle-aged man who fell to the ground in a few steps, squatted down and started an examination for him.

The man with a buzz cut looked at Wang Chuan and asked softly: "Director Wang, who is this?"

"Doctor Yan Feifan from the affiliated hospital, my student."

Wang Chuan introduced, and saw Yan Feifan attaching his right ear to the middle-aged man's left chest.

At the same time, he flicked the middle-aged man's chest several times with his fingers.

After a while, Yan Feifan stood up and said in a deep voice: "The heart is still beating vigorously, the chest cavity is not congested, and there is no rupture."

"He must have been in a coma."

"Is there any help?" the buzz-haired man asked in surprise.

Yan Feifan nodded and said, "There is still a relief, but it must be fast. If the heart ruptures and bleeding, it will be difficult for the gods to save it."

The buzz-cut man hurriedly said, "I have already beaten 120,110."

Yan Feifan shook his head and said, "He is not suitable for riding in an ambulance in this situation. Once he shakes, unexpected events are likely to occur."

"The best way is to walk to the hospital by yourself..."

"Walk to the hospital by yourself?" The man with a buzz cut looked at Wang Chuan in question.

Wang Chuan nodded and said, "Once the wound on his heart breaks, with the powerful contraction force of his heart, the blood in his body will be squirted in less than a minute."
Chapter completed!