The Former Wife of Invisible Wealthy Man Chapter 83: Are You Drunk? (3)

Chapter 83: Are You Drunk? (3)

Cen Yu held out his hand, “Bring the dicine.”

When the play was over, Cen Yu smiled approvingly, “It was a good performance.”

Ye Sui: “Thank you.”

The bullet screen suddenly exploded.

“Ye Sui has tad the sick and grumpy prince. It’s aweso. This performance is so wonderful; I want to watch it again!”

“Cen Yu praised Ye Sui. It seems that Ye Sui is indeed good.”

“Whoever said Ye Sui could only play the unruly princess, step forward! You’d be sorry if you don’t praise her hundreds of tis for her acting skills.”

Zhuang Jin’s face was pale. Ye Sui was able to co up with such a thod. From Ye Sui’s first line, she had already lost.

Cen Yu had regained his status as the host again, his face full of smiles. “Vote now. Vote for whoever you liked.”

The votes rolled little by little. Ye Sui looked cool, but Zhuang Jin did not dare to look at the score. Ti passed, and finally, the score was fixed.

Ye Sui’s score was three tis that of Zhuang Jin, winning by an overwhelming margin!

Zhuang Jin’s face beca even uglier. Cen Yu smiled and said, “Congratulations to Ye Sui for winning.” He then looked at Zhuang Jin again. “Zhuang Jin also perford well. I was too deep in the play and broke your dicine bowl just now. I will make ands to you.”

As soon as this sentence ca out, the audience laughed. It was not appropriate for Zhuang Jin to remain angry anymore.

Ye Sui’s performance made a woman who was neither humble nor overbearing be presented to everyone. Across the screen, everyone could feel the exuberant vitality.

Besides, Zhuang Jin had perford first, and when she failed, Ye Sui would be under enormous pressure. Public opinion was also inclined to Zhuang Jin. For Ye Sui, every aspect was questioned.

Ye Sui was not affected by these factors, however. She went in the opposite direction. It was a dangerous path, but she fought for an impressive turnaround.

After Ye Sui and Zhuang Jin’s episode, the following was the permanent guest’s own content, which had nothing to do with her. Ye Sui went backstage, ready to go ho after taking off her makeup.

She was sitting in front of the mirror, with seven or eight staff mbers in the makeup room. At this mont, a staff mber said, “Why are you kicking ?”

Another person was confused. “I didn’t.”

The man did not speak again. After a while, he added, “Why did you hit my arm?” His tone was obviously angry.

The other person was also baffled. “I didn’t do anything. You’re shalessly blaming !”

The commotion caused by the two was not small. Ye Sui looked back and was startled.

Next to the two staff mbers stood a ghost—a teenager—looking at them with a gleeful expression.

The staff looked at each other with squinted eyes, feeling that the other was lying. At this ti, the young ghost hit one of them on the arm again.

The person felt the pain but clearly saw that the other person did not move. Her hair stood on end; who was touching her?

At this mont, a voice sounded in the room, “Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night...” It rang in the silent air, clear and piercing.

Ye Sui looked in the direction of the sound; the young ghost was standing beside the radio.

The staff mber showed a look of horror. “Wasn’t this radio broken? Couldn’t even fix it. Why now...”

Another staff mber trembled and said, “This is impossible. There can be no ghosts.”

But the broken radio was still playing, “Shanghai at night, Shanghai at night...”

The broken radio was now loaded with songs, playing the songs from the period of the Republic of China. It filled the whole room, which was even weirder.

Everyone was terrified. They guessed it was a ghost, and no one dared to speak. Ye Sui was also afraid, but seeing them speechless, she did not want the panic to spread.

Ye Sui made a decision. When the young ghost turned around and went sowhere else, she walked to the radio and tried to press the key to see if she could turn it off.

Once she pressed the button, the voice disappeared, relieving her worries. At the sa ti, the young ghost turned to look at Ye Sui.

Ye Sui’s body turned stiff. At this mont, a grandmother ghost rushed in like a violent storm. As soon as she saw the young ghost, she grabbed his ear.

“I’ve only been out to the show for a little while, and you’re getting naughty again; are you trying to piss off? I’ll just tie you up at ho with a foot wrap.”

Young ghost: “...”