Cold CEO Pampering Wife Diary

Chapter 34 Street Performance

On the other side, Cary was still immersed in the joy of regaining his lover. Driving through the brightly lit City, a rare attractive smile appeared on his cool face. Looking at the front passenger seat where Yvonne had just sat, he laughed more blankly. He didn't expect to have such a feeling of liking a person!

Cary wanted to find Yvonne tomorrow, take her to anywhere, eat delicious food, and make her happy, he thought over and over again these questions. He must be with her tomorrow night, and then he could finally have a good sleep, which was a rare thing. Who knew if everything would go as he wished after waking up?

Dealing with the guitars in Fred's club for a whole day, Fred found that Bess had not made him any money yet. They stared at each other since they had no food to eat at noon. In the end, Fred took the initiative to cook noodles for Bess in the kitchen. At this moment, Fred doubted that Bess was lying!

"Hey! You've been playing these instruments for a whole day. Do you think of a way to make money? " With a cigarette in his mouth, Fred took a seat on the couch while pouring the wine into the glass.

"Finish it!" Bess finally finished repairing the broken loudspeaker box in the bar, she put down the tools in her hands and patted the soil in her hands. Then she saw Fred, who was sitting on the sofa, smoking and drinking.

"I thought you were just addicted to smoking, but I didn't expect you to be a drunken man." said Bess to Fred in a strange tone.

"You're right. I would be drunk by you if you continued to muddle through me! There were a few guests in my bar before you came, but none of them is here today! I think you're a disaster. You said you would make money for me this morning, but now you're going to make me go broke! " When he saw Bess walking towards him, Fred spontaneously snuffed out his cigarette and took a swig of his glass.

"Humph! It's just a few noodles. Are you going broke? You are so mean! "Said Bess, who sat on the sofa. She knew Fred was joking and she did give him a lot of trouble, but she did keep her word to pay him back!

Only when she paid off his help could she negotiate with him! She should let him see her value, then her life should be guaranteed.

"Come on, go out with me later!" Bess said to Fred carelessly as she rubbed her neck.

"Get out? Where are we going? I still have some work to do tonight, don't ever try to frame me again. "Fred was older than Bess, so he was very rude to her.

"Who am I? My name is Bess. You can just call me Bess from now on, and it's much closer if you call me Bess. What do you think?" Bess gave Fred a flattering smile, and tapped his thigh, "Let's go! You carry the voice box, and I take a guitar, let's go the some crowed places, I didn't see anyone in your little bar. I'll take you to earn a lot of money! "

Bess's sudden movement of patting his thigh shocked Fred. He gazed at this quick witted little girl, stunned. For the first time in his life, he had never seen such a weird people before. Fred almost doubted that if he had such a huge age gap with those young men?

'Make a lot of money?' With a snort, Fred got up from the sofa and walked out with the loudspeaker box which was handed to him by Bess.

He would like to see how this little girl earned a lot of money!

"Don't you need to lock the door?" Bess asked when she saw Fred didn't lock the door of the bar.

"I don't think it's a good idea to steal anything from here," Fred said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Although Bess was suspicious, she didn't take it seriously. She continued, "You're right, let's go. Take me with you to the crowded places."

Fred had some idea in his mind, but he didn't say anything. He hoped that was not what he thought!

Fred took Bess to the most bustling intersection in the street, and he put down the sound box on his shoulder and said to her, "Here we are! Where there are the most people around. "Fred told her, he stared at Bess and waited for her reply.

"Great! There are so many people here. Let's start now!" With that, Bess put the microphone on the stand and took out the guitar, then she put the guitar box in front of Fred, motioned he to plug the power, and started the music box.

It was exactly what he thought! Fred was sick of death because he had not imagined himself would be in such an occasions! But it would be embarrassed for him to sing in front of so many people. Looking at the brave girl, he didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

"Why do I feel like I'm on a pirate ship?" Fred put the speaker in front of Bess and complained.

"We're already here, so it's too late to regret. Is there any change?" At the sight of so many passers-by, Fred burst into laughter, for he was amused by Bess's stubbornness.

"Here you are!" Fred took few dollars out of his pocket and put them into Bess's hand, "Enough!" Bess took the money and put it in the box.

She put on the guitar and adjusted the guitar and microphone rack. While watching Fred, Bess song, and he fell into deep thought.

"Only you

I wanna be love with you

I don't wanna get over you

I want you here

Mhmm~Mhmm~Mhmm~

Me and you

Maybe I'm not good for you

Alter strain the line from you

Can't you see? Don't you understand?

…… ….." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Bess's voice was spread on the busy street, which was hoarse and casual. As the wind relaxed, there was always a mystery of many stories in her voice. Even Fred had seen many singers who were good at singing before, but he was still can't help to fall in this music. His mood was ups and downs in her song. It had to be said that Bess was like a born singer, her temperament and her whole body had been integrated the moment she spoke. It was difficult not to be attractive.

Soon, several people gathered and began to put the money into the box.

It turned out that this method was very effective. The little girl had earned money, and she did not break her words, Bess sang one song after another, and she seemed to be more and more addicted to it. Watching the money in the box, she was more and more excited to sing.