After the song was sung, Su Zening looked at the people around him and said nervously, "How is it? I haven't sang or played the piano for a long time. If it's not good, I can do it again."
Mr. Fang: …
What's the matter with this inexplicable feeling of being humiliated
Nie Changmo went up to give him a big hug and said, "Ningning, are you kidding me? You're not good at all, so what's good? Didn't you see that many people recorded it with their mobile phones?"
Su Zening smiled embarrassedly, revealing two little tiger teeth and said, "It's Momo, your songs are well written, and I really sing just average."
It must be Momo comforting him, how can his level be considered good
Fortunately, Dad is not here. If Dad is there, he will definitely record it as a wrong case to educate his students.
Nie Changyuan came over from the side, looked at Nie Changmo with a moving expression, and said, "Momo."
Nie Changmo smiled and walked to his brother's side, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his hand and hooked his brother's shoulder and said, "Do you like it?"
Nie Changchang fixedly glanced at the thin young man, and stroked the young man's hair with his broad palm, many memories flashed in his eyes, and the iron man's eyes only softly said, "I like it."
Immediately, Nie Yuanyuan seemed to think of something, turned around and walked to the two people invited from outside, his voice cold and majestic: "Are you the ones who originally came?"
Mr. Fang said calmly, "Yes."
Nie Changyuan gave him a critical look up and down and said, "That's all."
"You!" Mr. Fang was very excited when he heard this, and his companions quickly grabbed him.
Su Zening also walked up to Mr. Fang and said seriously, "You really are nothing more than that."
Mr. Fang looked at the monster just now, remembering the feeling that he was almost crushed just now, and he felt humiliated but still said: "I'm not as good as others. But why do you laugh at me like this." He admitted that Su Zening was indeed better than him. There is nothing to deny.
"That's not what I'm talking about. There's nothing shameful about being inferior to others in terms of technique." Su Zening looked at the piano in front of him and said coldly, "It's shameful about your character. This piano belongs to Momo, and it is always upheld in everything. With a sincere heart and a sincere love for music, anyone is entitled to it, Momo did not disgrace this piano, but you are the ones who disgrace the piano. Your words are simply mean and vicious.”
Su Zening didn't say that because Momo was there.
Mr. Fang's eyes widened and he felt guilty for a while. He knew that Su Zening heard that sentence.
He didn't dare to refute, he dared to say this because no one heard it, but he didn't expect to be heard by this young man.
Nie Changmo didn't know why, but Nie Yuanyuan was a smart person. Seeing their reaction, he didn't understand. He glanced at Su Zening and said to Mr. Fang, "I also know Dean Wu of your college." He snorted coldly. A sound of unknown meaning.
Mr. Fang's eyes widened, and he went abroad to seek the way of President Wu.
Now, now—
Panicked, he took a few steps back, and Kuo accidentally tripped over the microphone stand next to him, and the microphone stand fell on the expensive piano. , the microphone stand made a scratch on the piano.
Mr. Fang's legs softened.
He immediately jumped to the side and distanced himself from Mr. Fang. With a pale face, he said, "It has nothing to do with me." At the price of this piano, this scratch could definitely make them all bankrupt.
in the banquet hall.
Momo and his brother have gone to greet the guests.
Su Zening, who had completed a major event, stuck to the table in the banquet hall with relief. In order to treat himself, he took a piece of every cake without any guilt.
In Nie Changyuan's banquet, the variety of food is naturally not less.
Su Zening took two plates full of them.
It's not that Su Zening is greedy, but it's just that he couldn't eat many things in his previous life, and he had an obsession with eating. And this time, from a cat to a human, his stomach seems to have become a bottomless pit.
He can eat as much as he wants.
Moreover, when he was a cat before, Fu Xiao didn't let him eat more cakes, especially chocolate ones.
As a human being, there must be some benefits that cats don't have, right
One cake a day is just right for him.
Too bad he couldn't do that.
Because he has no money.
That's right, at Fu Xiao's house, he lives a luxurious and lustful life every day. He eats fresh shrimps salvaged in Hokkaido in the morning, wears the legendary emerald necklace at the auction, and owns the well-known Internet celebrity blogger of Fu's Manor, Little Sugar Cake. One hundred yuan!
This is the one time he picked it up in the Xingchen Building. He hid it behind the mobile phone case that his sisters eliminated and gave him.
Now-
Su Zening looked at the two big bowls of cakes with longing eyes and a dimple on the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind: "Yining."
Su Zening's back stiffened, he turned his head, and sure enough he saw Fu Xiao's ice cube face.
Su Zening, with a guilty conscience, hid the cake subconsciously.
It's really not his fault!
It's just that Fu Da's stinky socks caused him too much shadow when he was still a little sugar cake.
Su Zening gasped for himself.
What are you afraid of
Fu Xiao can't control him now—
Fu Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Zening without speaking.
Su Zening handed over the cake in a hopeless manner. Just like the countless times before, under the strong desire to survive, the small sugar cake pushed his cake to Fu Xiao and broke his wrist to survive.
Fu Xiao:…
Su Zening: Can he regret it
Fu Xiao had just returned to the banquet hall and didn't know what happened before.
He just came in, but Nie Yuanyuan patted him on the shoulder inexplicably to thank him, and sent him a video, which he hadn't opened yet. Looking at the pile of cakes pushed by the assistant, Fu Xiao said, "What are you doing?"
The cakes have already been pushed out, and they can be taken back. Su Zening looked at the last piece of mousse cake in the banquet hall on the plate, and smiled reluctantly with a bleeding heart: "Mr. Fu, I see that you haven't eaten. , specially reserved for you."
Fu Xiao originally didn't want to think about it, but last night, the young man called his name in his sleep, and now he is eager to send things to him.
Apart from…
What else is possible
Could it be that the two big bowls of cakes were all left by Yi Ning to eat? How is that possible, who can eat so much.
It's so bright, it's almost straight to say.
If he really said it, he would be out of luck.
Fu Xiao looked at the young man's flickering eyes and somehow couldn't refuse, took the cake with a blank expression, turned around and was about to leave.
He just turned around.
The young man seemed to be unable to hold back his heart, he hesitated to you in the back: "President Fu—"
Fu Xiao's footsteps froze, pretending not to hear, and quickened his pace to leave.
Behind him, Su Zening muttered in disappointment, "Ah, why don't you just want to get the mousse cake from you? Why are you walking so fast? It's stingy."
Nie Changmo patted Su Zening's backsliding: "What are you thinking?"
Su Zening tilted his head and saw Momo smiled and said, "It's nothing, you're done."
Nie Changmo said bored: "My brother is afraid that I will be tired, so let me take a break." After speaking, he added: "By the way, you helped me sing before, and I haven't paid you yet."
Su Zening's eyes suddenly lit up. Although he was happy in his heart, he said politely: "What kind of money are we talking about, you're welcome." He said so, but the takeaway shops around the Xingchen Building were all in his mind. passed once.
But Nie Changmo snorted softly, and seemed to think that Su Zening was right: "Okay! I'm vulgar, what kind of money are we talking about." Nie Changmo also felt that he was thinking bad, his eyes were not bad, look It's not cheap to wear Yi Ning all over, thinking about Yi Ning is not bad.
"Don't—" Su Zening's heart was bleeding, but thinking of his identity, he abruptly held back the unfinished words.
He couldn't tell Nie Changmo that he was poor, could he
"Don't what?" Nie Changmo asked strangely.
Su Zening knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood, and said to Nie Changmo with a distorted smile, "Don't be so polite."
Nie Changmo smiled unconsciously and said, "Ning Ning, you are so kind."
After the banquet is over.
Fu Xiao took Su Zening home.
Su Zening, who was immersed in himself and a large sum of money passing by, didn't notice Fu Xiao's strangeness at all.
Back at home, Fu Xiao thought about Yi Ning's every move, and made up his mind secretly. His personality has always been decisive, and it is not an option to drag it on. He has to find a time to make it clear to Yi Ning.
Little Sugar Cake stretched tiredly in Fu Xiao's arms, unaware of this, his furry claws rested on Fu Xiao's clothes, rolled in a circle, revealing his white belly, and then narrowed his eyes.
The first short-distance business trip in my life is really tiring. It didn't take long for the little sugar cake to fall asleep. In the dream, the RMB and the cake flew towards him with wings.
The two front paws of Little Sugar Cake unconsciously stepped on Fu Xiao's arms in his sleep.
Fu Xiao returned to the room holding the sleeping sugar cake.
After a long day of exhaustion, he almost fell asleep on the bed.
In the middle of the night, the little sugar cake was woken up by the heat, and the little sugar cake, who was familiar with Fu Xiao's body temperature, almost immediately discovered that there was something wrong with Fu Xiao's body temperature. He stretched out the pink meat pad and touched Fu Xiao's forehead. Sure enough, he still had a low-grade fever.
Fu Xiao, who has never been clean all the time, has been tired from traveling and driving for the past few days, and sure enough, he started to burn.
He pushed Fu Xiao's face with his claws, and Fu Xiao opened his eyes, but the dark eyes had no focus, obviously his consciousness was a little confused.
Little Sugar Cake immediately jumped off the bed, ran to the door of the housekeeper's grandfather and knocked on the door.
It was probably because the housekeeper's grandfather slept soundly, and let the little sugar cake paws pat for a long time, but there was still no movement.
Turning back, the snow-white cat looked at Fu Xiao's frown, and couldn't be relieved.
It's a fever after all!
Burning for a long time will not be good for Fu Xiao's health.
After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Tangcake took out the phone from Fu Xiao's bedside table, squatted in front of it seriously, took Fu Xiao's hand to unlock the phone, and called the housekeeper.
I knew that I heard the sleepy voice of the housekeeper coming from the other end of the phone.
The little sugar cake was relieved, hung up the phone, and held the phone to Fu Xiao's hand, making it look like Fu Xiao was calling.
He was not afraid of Fu Xiao's suspicion.
The big deal is that his paw happened to step on the phone and went out.
He couldn't speak anyway.
If Fu Xiao asked him, he would answer Meow Meow Meow.
What else can Fu Xiao do to him? The little sugar cake thought of it without fear.
Sure enough, the butler's grandfather rushed over from the room in just a moment, and saw Xiao Tangcake squatting in front of Fu Xiao and meowing non-stop. The housekeeper immediately notified the family doctor after discovering that Fu Xiao had a fever.
The next morning, Fu Xiao still hadn't woken up.
Little Sugar Cake wanted to accompany Fu Xiao, but as a cat who only went to work, he couldn't easily ask for leave! Especially when the immediate boss was Secretary Zhang, Xiao Tang cake reluctantly bid farewell to Fu Xiao, gritted his teeth and hated to go to work.
Why is he so difficult!
It was almost noon when Fu Xiao woke up, rubbed his forehead, sat up, and saw a patch of cat hair scattered around the pillow.
It is almost conceivable that the little sugar cake squatted and rubbed against his pillow and refused to leave.
Fu Xiao looked up and saw the little sugar cake squinting on the carpet not far away, he smiled, with some conscience.
The housekeeper pushed the door with a piece of clothes in his arms and said, "Young master, you're true. You didn't tell us when you were so sick. Fortunately, I received a call from you at night."
Fu Xiaowei frowned and said, "Phone? Why can't I remember."
The housekeeper didn't care: "Maybe it's burned out."
Fu Xiao shook his head and picked up his mobile phone. There was indeed a call out in the middle of the night last night. Could it be a small sugar cake
The little sugar cake is too smart, and it's not much different from people.
If Candy Cane could be turned into a human—
Fu Xiao quickly stopped his crazy guesses.
He turned on his phone, looked at it casually, and turned to the video that Nie Changyuan sent him yesterday.
The video was still being cached, and he put the phone aside.
While the housekeeper folded the clothes in his arms, Fu Xiao asked strangely, "Master, how did you find your old clothes?" Yesterday, the driver handed him a piece of clothes left in the car. He recognized at a glance that it was the young master's clothes.
It's just that this dress was worn by the young master when he was in his teens, and he couldn't wear it for a long time. What did the young master find out
Fu Xiao raised his head suspiciously and looked at the clothes in the butler's arms. He recognized that it was Yi Ning's drooling jacket and said, "You're mistaken, this is my assistant's clothes, probably forgot. in the car."
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, then turned over the sleeves of his clothes and said, "Hey, it's impossible, I'm taking care of the young master's clothes, you see—" The housekeeper pulled out a small hole in the lining and continued: "I bought this dress. At that time, there was only one piece of this style, and I remember very clearly that the lining here was torn." Master Xiao took care of his clothing, food, housing and transportation by himself. Master Xiao never cared about it, but He remembered it clearly, and it was absolutely impossible to make a mistake.
How could that be
Fu Xiao's eyes fell on that piece of clothing. This piece of clothing is clearly Yi Ning's clothing
Why are your clothes in Yi Ning's place? Where did Yi Ning get it
Fu Xiao couldn't help frowning and asked, "Where is this dress?"
The housekeeper Zhang Er said in confusion: "It should be the old man's place. There is no one there recently, but Little Sugar Cake goes there to play every day."
At this time, the melodious singing came out from the mobile phone, and the mobile phone video had been loaded.
The housekeeper was startled by the action of putting away his clothes: "Isn't this the sound that appeared in our recording studio? Did the young master find that person?"
Fu Xiao paused in his heart and said, "Are you sure?"
The housekeeper smiled bitterly: "During that time, in order to find that mysterious person, my ears almost got calluses, and I will never forget it in my dreams."
But in the video, this person is clearly Yi Ning.
The housekeeper checked anyone up and down the Fu house, but what if the singer wasn't alone at all
A thought flashed through his mind.
Fu Xiao suddenly stood up.
How is that possible, not—
His hands trembled slightly, and he turned on the locator that recorded the small sugar cake.
And the small sugar cake that was supposed to be located in his room appeared in another place, and he would never admit his mistake in that place.
That is-
Star Building.
Fu Xiao's mind was a mess, and after taking a deep breath, he said to the housekeeper, "Where have the little sugar cakes been recently?"
In the evening, the little candy cake, which was about to be peeled off by Secretary Zhang, was exhausted and returned to his secret den.
He didn't notice that in an imperceptible corner, the red light of the pinhole camera loomed.