Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

Wen Qian chatted with Gao Rongrong until late at night before going back.

Just after eating, she lay down like a boneless earthworm. Fu Yicheng saw her exhaustion in his eyes, and his eyes were full of distress.

"I know an old man, why don't you try it?"

Wen Qian jumped up like a spring: "How do you know the seniors in the dubbing circle?"

Fu Yicheng is too supernatural, he is only a few years older than himself, and even the seniors know him.

"We've worked together before, but he's not trying to sell my face. Whether you can get someone to teach you depends on your ability."

Fu Yicheng touched Wen Qian's head, if he went in person, the old senior might really give him face, but if he went through the back door, Wen Qian would be despised by others, so Fu Yicheng let her try it by herself .

"Okay, thank you, Fu Yicheng." Wen Qian didn't know how to express her happiness and gratitude.

Fu Yicheng's gaze became dangerous: "I remember I said last time..." You are not allowed to say the word "thank you" again.

Wen Qian blocked Fu Yicheng's mouth when Fu Yicheng was speaking: "Just pretend you didn't hear this time."

Fu Yicheng grabbed Wen Qian's hand: "It's late." Regardless of Wen Qian's going to visit the old senior tomorrow, he tossed Wen Qian fiercely.

As a result, Wen Qian didn't get up until noon the next day. Fortunately, she didn't make an appointment with her, otherwise she would lose her promise.

The address of the old man is in the suburbs, it is a villa, but the decoration is very modern.

When Wen Qian arrived, she saw an old man watering flowers with a kettle, singing opera while watering.

That unique voice must be Mr. Wang that Fu Yicheng told her about.

Wen Qian didn't interrupt him, and didn't knock on the door until the old gentleman finished singing.

In fact, the old man had already seen Wen Qian standing at the door, but this girl didn't interrupt his singing, she was still polite.

"Who is the girl looking for?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Wang." Wen Qian bowed slightly respectfully.

"I am, what do you want me for?"

Mr. Wang couldn't tell he was an old man except for his gray hair. The word "tight as a pine" came to Wen Qian's mind.

"My name is Wen Qian. I want to learn juvenile sounds, so please ask Mr. Wang to teach me."

Mr. Wang has seen many of them over the years to study, but this is the first time seeing a girl: "I can't teach you, you can go."

It's the same thing as the seniors who Wen Qian visited earlier said.

Wen Qian is not so thin-skinned: "Mr. Wang, it's getting dark already, and this is the suburbs, can you let me in for a light meal?"

Mr. Wang saw that the little girl was pitiful, so he let her in as soon as his heart softened.

Wen Qian wanted to dance happily, but she still had to be reserved in front of the old man.

As soon as the dishes were on the table, Mr. Wang began to dislike him before he even ate them.

"It's these dishes every day, don't you have any other tricks?" He was very picky about food when he got old, and now he scolded him every day. The cook at home is used to it, so just pretend not to hear up.

Wen Qian rolled her eyes and came up with an idea: "If the old gentleman doesn't mind, can I borrow the kitchen?"

"You can cook?" Mr. Wang became a little interested in Wen Qian.

"You'll know when I'm done."

Wen Qian inquired about Mr. Wang's taste with the cook, and the food that was just served on the table was made according to his taste, but the presentation was too casual.

Wen Qian could see where the crux was at a glance.

The old man has the temper of a child, and it looks difficult to serve, but he is actually easy to serve.

"After Mr. Wang's children get married and start a business, they only come back once in ten days and a half months. The old man is too picky about the food because he is too lonely." The cook understands it very well, so she doesn't care about Mr. Wang. She is here Longest time to dry.

Wen Qian made a bunch of sweets in different ways, and when Mr. Wang tasted them, they ate them all up.

It can't be seen that the old man is actually a foodie.

"I can't see that you are good at cooking, so make me another plate of this cake." Mr. Wang doesn't know the name of this cake, but among these beautiful sweets, this one is the most delicious.

"Don't eat any more. If you eat too much at night, your health will be bad." Wen Qian didn't dare to do it again.

Mr. Wang quit: "If you don't do it, I won't teach you."

"If you don't teach me, you won't be able to eat the pastries I made from now on."

Wen Qian deliberately confronted Mr. Wang like a child, threatening, who wouldn't.

She didn't let Mr. Wang eat it because of his health.

Mr. Wang has never seen anyone treat him like this, but this pastry is really delicious and beautiful, and the old cook in his family doesn't have so many tricks.

The two stared at each other for a while, Mr. Wang was the first to lose the battle: "Okay, okay, then you have to do it for me tomorrow!"

"Then you promised to teach me?"

"Of course, come to my house at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

Wen Qian couldn't tell how happy she was to have Mr. Wang teach her. It happened that Meng Xiaoran came home to check her pulse and asked her to have dinner with her.

"Have you heard? The Gao family's stock has fallen." It was Fu Yicheng who did it, and this matter has already spread in the circle.

But Wen Qian didn't care about their affairs: "Why did you fall?"

"It's not because she bullied you." Meng Xiaoran also inquired a little about Fu Yicheng's intention to let Gao Yajun feel like Wen Qian fell into the water, and now he is attacking Gao's company. Isn't the purpose obvious?
"Our Meng family was originally higher than the Gao family, but the Gao family never took us seriously because of their good relationship with Fu Yicheng."

Now that she knew it, Fu Yicheng never took the Gao family seriously.

This time, because Wen Qian vented their anger on them, I don't know how many people saw the Gao family's joke.

"Really?" Wen Qian never thought of pleading for them. At the beginning, Mr. Gao Ya gave her a phobia, which was cured with great difficulty. Wen Qian was not so magnanimous.

Meng Xiaoran talked about Wen Xinyu again, she shouldn't lift the ban order, but now the coffee position has been downgraded to the second female, and it has been very quiet recently.

Chatting with Meng Xiaoran feels like you can know the world's affairs without leaving the door.

She is also from a medical family, making friends with doctors is beneficial but harmless.

"By the way, didn't it mean that you found someone who taught you? Which great god is it?"

Wen Qian felt that Mr. Wang was not enough to describe him as a master: "It is Mr. Wang, he is more amiable than I imagined."

But he hasn't taught girls' juvenile voices yet, so he is also very worried now. Wen Qian intercepted the previous audio for him to listen to.

"The Wang family also has a foundation in J City. His son and daughter are very powerful. I didn't expect you to be able to handle him."

Meng Xiaoran even knew this: "You shouldn't be studying medicine, you should be a reporter." What kind of surprise could she not dig out?

Meng Xiaoran slapped Wen Qian's palm very lightly: "It's the doctors who know the most." People who eat whole grains never get sick, but their mouths are strict, and these things are usually not talked about nonsense, and Wen Qian is also strict with her mouth She just told her.