Maybe he was not used to Feng Xi's rude questions, Qin Wanyu's face was a little red and a little embarrassed.

"Don't get me wrong, Feng Writer, I absolutely don't mean that. I'm just simply curious and want to ask if you are trading stocks, buying financial management, or playing gold futures?"

"I don't have that financial mind, so I won't touch those." Feng Xi lowered her head and grabbed a cold cucumber and put it in her mouth. The food was crispy.

Qin Wanyu didn't dare to ask again, but was a little curious. Seeing his entangled thoughts, Hua Sheng said for Feng Xi, "She does not have much copyright income. Nowadays, the writer is only famous. Feng Xi's second profession is a bar singer."

"Bar singer? She?" Qin Wanyu almost fell off his chin.

"What? Look down on me?"

"No, I just didn't expect that the two professions of you are so different." Qin Wanyu also went to bars and nightclubs, and had a bad impression of those female singers. Because most of them were exposed in clothes, they attracted attention by selling sexy people, and they coaxed rich guests to give rewards and flowers, spending a lot of money.

However, there are very few real singers in Jiangcheng who only sing quietly, but this kind of person basically doesn’t make much money.

"There are too many things you didn't expect." Feng Xi smiled.

"Which bar do you sing in? I will go and support you when you have time." Qin Wanyu asked casually.

"I guess you won't go."

"Why?"

"The venue is too small and the location is a bit off. How could a genius like you be willing to go there?"

In fact, the bar where Feng Xi is located is indeed a bit remote and the environment is average, but because the boss has a good popularity, it is full of every night.

Feng Xi goes over to sing when he has time. After a month, he can earn tens of thousands of yuan, and his copyright income for writing books is 10,000 or 20,000 yuan per month.

These incomes are not luxurious enough, and she lives a good life. As for being able to go to Mrs. Jiang's charity dinner that day, it was entirely because of her great fame and strong social influence.

But in fact, she really has no money, but Hua Sheng knew that Feng Xi didn't love money, so she lived so casually.

If you want to get rich, just come out and yell, you are the only descendant of the Feng family and you can come out to see the Feng Shui cemetery.

Then, those superstitious local tyrants can squeeze through the threshold and she can get rich in a short time, but she doesn't want to, and doesn't need it.

Everyone has their own ambitions, Feng Xi’s ideal is always to eat, drink and have fun, be a rice worm, and play in life.

"I'm not afraid of the small venue, as long as you sing well." Qin Wanyu smiled.

Feng Xi ignored him, drank beer on his own, and Hua Sheng didn't answer. For a moment, the shop became quiet.

Qin Wanyu coughed dryly, cleared his throat, and suddenly said, "The wind blows and the clouds fly, and the power is added to the country and return to his hometown. How can a strong man guard the four directions!"

Feng Xi held the wine bottle's hand and paused slightly.

She looked up at Qin Wanyu, her eyes slightly subtle.

"This song of great wind is well written by Liu Bang, and it is quite grand. Your name is taken from the song of great wind? The wind is windy, and the wind is rising." Qin Wanyu asked.

Feng Xi pulled the corner of her mouth, "You know a lot."

"Ha, I also think of it. I don't know if it's right. I just think your name is similar to Dafeng Ge, and it feels easy to hear."

Feng Xi smiled, but did not answer correctly or not, so he skipped the topic.

This meal was eaten until after two o'clock in the morning. Hua Sheng was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep. Feng Xi became more and more energetic as he drank.

Qin Wanyu was particularly owed, so he secretly sent Jiang Liu a WeChat message to show off and met his fairy wife by chance at dinner.

Jiang Liu couldn't sit still at home, so he put on his clothes and ran to pick him up. So Hua Sheng was kidnapped by Jiang Liu.

The remaining Feng Xi, Hua Sheng told Qin Wanyu to send her home safely.

On the way back, Qin Wanyu drove downstairs of Feng Xi's house and walked upstairs.

Perhaps because it was the old building, a huge mouse actually rushed out of the road. Feng Xi was so scared that he screamed, and then jumped directly on Qin Wanyu, holding his neck tightly with both hands, "Oh my God, where did the mouse come from? You scared your father to death."

Qin Wanyu couldn't help laughing, but after laughing, I felt something was wrong. Something was wrong. Feng Xi's posture was too ambiguous.

The two of them were pressed tightly together, and Qin Wanyu only felt a pair of soft and soft on his chest, huh... I don't know what.
Chapter completed!