I can't be rushing

"I didn't expect that there was a Passat in Lao Yun's garage. It really surprised me!"

Wu Sheng drove and drank with Li Yao and started chatting. After all, his voice had recovered now, so he just wanted to chat for a while longer.

The main thing is that Wu Sheng is afraid!
I am afraid that one day the boss will suddenly leave him, and one day he will lose his voice again, and he will take advantage of the time he can speak to finish what he wants to say.

"Brother Sheng, are you sure this car is a Passat?"

Li Yao could tell at a glance that this car was a Phaeton, which was a relatively low-key type. Wu Sheng probably chose him because this car was low-key enough.

"It's not a Passat, what is it? Aren't they all similar in appearance?"

Wu Sheng scratched his head, the Passat in his image was exactly the same as the car he was driving now.

Except for the smart voice assistant installed in the car and the expensive-looking leather covers of the seats, the rest was exactly the same as the Passat in his image.

"Um...if I tell you that the car you drive is at least 200 million."

"what!!!"

Wu Sheng slammed on the brakes and stopped on the road. Fortunately, the road he was going home was basically in the suburbs, so there were no cars going, otherwise there would definitely be a rear-end collision.

"Ah! Brother Sheng, slow down!"

Li Yao was caught off guard by the brake and hit her head directly. She looked at Wu Sheng with resentful eyes.

"It's okay!"

"Fortunately."

"Yaoyao, you lied to me by what you just said?" Wu Sheng looked at Li Yao in surprise.

Can Passat be worth 200 million?That is of course impossible, so Wu Sheng needed an explanation from Li Yao, otherwise what would he do if he accidentally bumped into each other.

"No, your car's real name is Phaeton, not the Passat you mentioned."

After all, Li Yao is also the eldest lady of the Li Group, she can still recognize the luxury car brand, and her housekeeper drives a Phaeton, so she can recognize it naturally.

"Phaeton?"

After Wu Sheng heard the name of this car, he quickly picked up his mobile phone and started Baidu.

"The minimum is 200 million..."

Wu Sheng's mouth was also open. He didn't expect that the car he picked was worth 200 million. It looked like an ordinary Passat.

"Fortunately, I still want to talk to Lao Yun and buy this car for 10 yuan."

Wu Sheng drove it for a while and felt that it feels good in the hand, and it also has intelligent voice navigation, which is all available, and the seats are very comfortable to sit on.

He has already edited all the text messages in his mind, and he is ready to chat with Sui Shaoyun when he gets home. Anyway, he still has money to buy a Passat, so he can bargain with Sui Shaoyun if he can't.

But now, the dream was shattered. He wondered why the logo was different from the Passat's at the beginning, and the interior decoration was more advanced.

At first he thought that these should all be changed by Sui Shaoyun later, but now that they are all original, no wonder they cost at least 200 million.

"It's okay, I think if you talk to Yun Shao now, he might give it to you!" Li Yao's words were true.

Sui Shaoyun planned to give this car to Wu Sheng from the beginning, but Wu Sheng also planned to drive it casually for two days before returning it, and if it was comfortable to drive, he would spend money to buy it.

"Forget it! If a 200 million car is damaged somewhere, I guess my monthly salary may not be able to keep up with the cost of its paint."

Wu Sheng stepped on the accelerator and started slowly again, starting to drive towards the rental house.

"What kind of car does Brother Sheng think is better?"

It was rare that Ye Xiaoling was not between the two of them. Of course, she had to seize the opportunity and catch Wu Sheng's interests and hobbies. This way, she would be able to catch Wu Sheng first.

Since they had a car, Li Yao and Wu Sheng didn't have to get up early. They both slept until after seven o'clock.

Although he only slept an hour longer than before, his mental state was completely different. After washing, Wu Sheng started to send Li Yao to work.

Wu Sheng is still unwilling to believe that the car in front of him, which is exactly the same as the Passat, is actually a luxury car worth more than 200 million.

"Bye! I'll pick you up tonight!" Wu Sheng waved goodbye to Li Yao while sitting in the car.

"Ok!"

Li Yao happily ran into the club's gate. There was still a bit of traffic jam in the morning, but fortunately Wu Sheng's driving skills were good and they felt it in time.

"Yaoyao! Your teacher told me, who is the little brother who drove the Phaeton to send you off just now!"

Tang Qing had just heard the conversation between the two people. She knew that Wu Sheng could not speak, so it was very likely that Li Yao had cheated on her.

"It's not anyone, it's Brother Sheng, the one you saw last time."

Li Yao was also a little confused about Tang Qing's question. Wu Sheng usually sent him to the door.

"How could it be him! I clearly heard the man in the car talking!"

Tang Qing didn't mean to investigate to the end, but just wanted to know if Wu Sheng was single again now, so she might have a chance.

"It's really him. When he went to Harbin, his vocal cords were healed. If you don't believe me, you will know when he comes to take me at night."

Only then did Li Yao understand that it was Tang Qing who heard Wu Sheng's words, so he thought it wasn't Wu Sheng who was in the car.

"master!"

Seeing Song Zhiping sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper, Wu Sheng lowered his voice and said softly.

"Wu Sheng, no one is going to your piano room!"

Song Zhiping glanced at Wu Sheng, and then focused on the newspaper again.

"wait!"

As Song Zhiping got old, his natural reaction was slower, and he waited until Wu Sheng had opened the door before calling Wu Sheng.

"Can you talk?"

Song Zhiping's face was a bit puzzled. He seemed to have heard Wu Sheng calling him master just now, but Wu Sheng was born with a lack of vocal cords, so he suspected that he was hallucinating.

"Yeah! The apprentice can talk!"

Wu Sheng knew that Song Zhiping was kind to him, so he didn't intend to hide this from Song Zhiping.

"Good! Good!"

Song Zhiping was also full of joy. After all, Wu Sheng was his direct disciple, and he, as a master, was naturally happy when his apprentice had a happy event.

"Master, these are the frozen pears and Yuquan wine brought back from Ice City, take them home and try them!"

Song Zhiping is his master, and he thinks of him in everything, so he naturally takes Song Zhiping into his heart, and this time he came here to bring some of Bingcheng's specialty Song Zhiping.

"Good! Good! Great!"

Song Zhiping's eyes were a little red. What people hope for most when they get old is someone who can care about themselves. Unexpectedly, Wu Sheng did it.

After Wu Sheng chatted with Song Zhiping a few more homely words, he concentrated on practicing the piano in the piano room.

He saw it in the achievement system yesterday, if he can complete the achievement of Practicing the Piano Maniac (100), he will be rewarded with [-] points, but Wu Sheng needs to play the piano for [-] hours.

Song Zhiping picked up his mobile phone and sent the souvenirs that Wu Sheng brought him to the group, and also @张本枝 by the way, he was so happy that he hadn't been this happy for a long time.

Wu Sheng is currently playing the piano in Song Zhiping's Jingxin piano room. After all, he has nothing to do in the morning, and playing the piano here can also help Song Zhiping sell a few pianos.

If necessary, he will help Song Zhiping teach a few students, but his main task is to practice the piano. Anyway, he has nothing to do, and then he will turn on the live broadcast and continue to live broadcast the novel.

His novel has now exceeded 50 words, and the platform continues to promote it for him. His editor also told him that his work has been placed in the first push column.

The meaning of this first push column is that if a director needs a script or something, these novels are the first to be sent to the director.

This is undoubtedly the best news for Wu Sheng. If this book can really be adapted, then his life can leap several steps directly.

Needless to say about money, he will definitely become famous, and he will not be short of people who will give him rewards at that time, and if he really adapted it, he will be one step closer to his dream of 1000 million yuan.

Of course, these are just thoughts. After all, there are hundreds if not thousands of novels in the first push column of urban novels, and the director will only take a glance at them and then move on to the next one.

It would be impossible for a director to choose a novel like his that started poorly but only started to show signs of getting better in the middle.

"By the way, Wu Sheng, this is the song "Snowy Night" that I have spent my whole life creating. I will officially pass it on to you today!"

After Song Zhiping teased Zhang Benzhi, he also took out "Snow Night" that he had kept at the bottom of the box and officially passed it on to Wu Sheng.

Song Zhiping initially thought that his piece of music might not be passed down, but it wasn't until he met Wu Sheng that he felt there was a chance to pass it on.

But today he really made up his mind to pass this song to Wu Sheng. One thing is that Wu Sheng is honest and lovable, and the other thing is that Wu Sheng can think of him. This alone is enough.

Wu Sheng took the sheet music and started playing, the sound of the piano began to play, and he seemed to have entered a story.

Today is Christmas Eve, a family of three can be seen gathering around the table through the small window, but there is no smile on their faces.

It was originally supposed to be a gathering of a family of four, but the father of the child and the wife's husband had been on the front line and had not returned, and they had just heard the news of the country's defeat.

They were very worried about this, the sky began to snow heavily, and the time passed by, but the man who promised to come back on Christmas Eve still disappeared.

Seeing that the clock was about to go to twelve o'clock, the woman's upper and lower eyelids were also fighting, and when they were about to close, there was a knock on the door.

The man came back, even though he was bruised and exhausted, he still fulfilled his promise and went home in time for Christmas Eve.