Four-year-old milk baby: the big boss spoils him fiercely

Seeing Su Mohan's expression, Su Cheng knew that the second brother would definitely want to try the medicine.

No matter what type or name, as long as it can improve concentration, it will be addictive.

The second brother must not try!
So, Su Cheng pulled Su Mohan's trousers and asked him to look over.

Then, looking into his eyes, he said every word seriously: "Second brother, you must not try."

"Why not?" Su Mohan asked Su Cheng in puzzlement, "It's medicine, nothing else, how could it have strong side effects? Besides, I can't let Qiu Ping beat me."

"So what if you lose? There are always frustrations and triumphs in life. If you can't face frustration, you will never be able to stand on a high ground and become a complete loser. Besides, second brother, why do you have to compare with Qiu Ping?" What does his life have to do with you?" Su Cheng's soft voice sounded.

However, the current Su Mohan couldn't listen at all. He looked at Su Cheng coldly, and turned around: "Don't talk about those things here, and you don't have to accompany me anymore. Go out and play."

"Second brother..."

Su Cheng still wanted to struggle, but was picked up by Su Mohan and thrown at the door.

Then, with a bang, the door was slammed shut.

The second elder brother must be able to find out and buy food to eat, but she can't speak clearly, and now she can't stop it, what should I do?

Su Cheng was very worried.

The Qingshui Bar on weekends is crowded with young people who come to relax.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Su Qingning came over on time. After tuning the guitar, he turned on the computer and adjusted the order of the songs to be sung tonight.

At this moment, the door was knocked.

Su Qingning looked sideways, and saw the lobby manager walking towards him, followed by another person, who he could never forget—Wang Mutian.

But, why did Wang Mutian come here?
The lobby manager walked up to Su Qingning, glanced at his computer, and then smiled: "Young man, you are serious."

Su Qingning said modestly: "I still should thank you for giving me the opportunity to express myself."

"Come on, let me introduce you. This is Wang Mutian, a once popular singer. Now he is here to sing for an hour a night. You can arrange the rest." The lobby manager turned sideways, pointing to the people beside him and following Su Qingning introduced.

Is Wang Mutian here to sing?Su Qingning's gentle eyes are full of disbelief, how is this possible?

I used to be a tutor at the Yuanshan Music Festival, no matter how down-and-out I was, I wouldn't be able to sing at Qingshui Bar.The wages here are very low.

The moment Wang Mutian saw Su Qingning, he was in a bad mood, but when he thought of the huge salary his boss gave him, he was reluctant to quit his job.I thought to myself, this guy was trained to be submissive by him before, so he must have no skills.Even if he is angry, if he wants to teach him a lesson, he may only be intimidated by his few words, and dare not make mistakes.

After thinking about it this way, he felt relieved.

He stretched out his hand generously, and introduced to Su Qingning: "Hi, I'm Wang Mutian, new here, please take care of me."

At this moment, Su Qingning recovered from the shock, and his eyes regained their warmth.

Looking at his outstretched hand, he nodded politely: "Okay, I see."

Afterwards, he turned around and asked Wang Mutian some basic information while facing the work: "One hour, is it okay in the early morning? Also, the songs I chose today are relatively mild, so you can choose the more intense ones." .”