Chapter 293： The Road of Warlords Chasing His Wife in the Republic of China (2/2)

Wei Zhan could even see clearly that these people were sent in by his adjutant.

However, the admission of these people made the expressions of the people in the entire banquet hall a bit bad-the scenes of a group of troupes that are not on the table are not worthy of this luxuriously decorated western-style building. Are they embarrassing to come here?

Qin Wansha ignored the gaze projected from the crowd, stood up and walked in front of them, said something lightly, and then received an affirmative answer, and took a fan from the adjutant.

Feeling the cold and noble eyes of his Shangguan, the adjutant knew that he might not be good, so he cast a cold sweat at Qin Wansha for help, and Qin Wansha gave a soothing smile. The adjutant hurriedly left.

After those scenes set their posture, Qin Wansha smiled and opened her fan to face Wei Zhan.

Together with the familiar tune, Qin Wansha turned her wrist dexterously, stepped on the beat in a professional body, and then suddenly sang a smooth foreign language lyrics.

Everyone was shocked. They didn't expect Qin Wansha to make such a move, but with the performance they were used to since childhood and hearing Qin Wansha's gentle but thick voice, everyone did not feel any harmony.

But those who understand Qin Wansha's lyrics are even more surprised-this is not any song they have ever heard, but a courtship song.

Qin Wansha whispered sweet words in her mouth, sometimes flirting with her eyes like a silky fan, and sometimes showing a wonderful figure in the opera. With her dress and dress today, it is a wonderful blend of three flavors.

Wei Zhan's lips couldn't help but evoke an arc full of smiles, listening to Qin Wansha's words: Since the first meeting, you and I have fallen into the abyss, if there is a destiny, one glance is enough, if not, it will be a thousand years in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Wei Zhan even wanted to laugh out loud. He knew that this was not a show for the foreigner at all, but a show of Qin Wansha's love for him.

If he could, Wei Zhan even wished to rush down directly, hugging the person in his arms, and then deeply kissed the lips that confided alluring words-but Qin Wansha would not allow it.

Wei Zhan stretched out his hand and supported his chin, his eyes were playful but satisfied-when did he consider whether others would allow it? But this man is his lover, so he can only be patient for a while.

At the middle of the song, Sun Yaxuan couldn't help but sneered: ”It's not a foreign language to sing in a traditional program.”

As a result, as soon as Sun Yaxuan's voice fell, as if deliberately, Qin Wansha began to sing it out in a drama: because of that fate, because of the first sight.

Sun Yaxuan felt that someone had slapped her face severely in an instant. Even if almost no one heard what she had just said, her face was still red, not ashamed, but angry.

As soon as the song fell, applause broke out all around, but no one dared to shout ‘OK’ like an actor.

The more they arrived later, the people in the banquet hall understood why Qin Wansha came so out, and everyone couldn't help but lift up: Yes, their culture is not worse than those of Thomas' foreigners! Blindly following imitation will only make foreigners see their country clearly. Facts have proved that they can be even better!