My wife is on the show, I can't hide it anymore

"Then your recent relationship with Xichun is okay, right?"

Du Yueqin also believed in her son's character, and didn't get entangled in the matter of the guitar, but quickly asked the second question.

This question was the main purpose of her call today.

She also read the post on the Internet, and the more she read it, the more she felt that the man was right.

Feeling uneasy, he couldn't help calling Zheng Yan immediately, ready to find out.

"Mom, my relationship with Xichun has always been stable, don't listen to the blind analysis of netizens.

And Xichun is by my side now, if you don't believe me, you can ask her in person. "

As soon as Zheng Yan guessed, he knew that Du Yueqin had read the post on the Internet.

But the contents of the post were indeed difficult to explain. In order to silence Du Yueqin, he simply handed over the phone to Qian Xichun.

He knew that Du Yueqin would definitely not ask Qian Xichun about it.

Qian Xi gave Zheng Yan a blank look before answering the phone, and greeted Du Yueqin sweetly.

The result was not beyond Zheng Yan's expectations. Du Yueqin didn't continue to ask questions, but hung up the phone after a few words of concern about Qian Xichun.

"I still have something to do in the studio tonight, so I'll leave first.

My mother will definitely call to inquire later, and I will notify you in advance. "

After answering the phone, Qian Xichun bid farewell.

Zheng Yan nodded, and calmly watched Qian Xichun leave as usual.

It's just that he doesn't know what's going on, the house where he usually lives in a very comfortable place suddenly makes him feel empty.

The next day, at twelve noon, Zheng Yan arrived at Wang Zhipeng's house.

In the morning, Wang Zhipeng's mother called and informed that Wang Zhipeng had gone out to play again in the morning, and asked Zheng Yan to come over at noon and have lunch by the way.

Entering Wang Zhipeng's villa, a middle-aged man who is 6% similar to Wang Zhipeng is sitting in the living room.

"You are Zheng Yan, you look really talented!"

When the middle-aged man saw Zheng Yan coming in, he immediately got up with a smile on his face and greeted him with a very warm attitude.

Zheng Yan hurriedly handed over the fruit he bought, and greeted him politely.

"Hello Uncle Wang!"

The middle-aged man in front of him was none other than Zheng Yan's uncle, Wang Xingye, whom Zheng Yan had never met before. He was one of the top three richest men in the country and the number one real estate developer in Xia Kingdom.

"Zheng Yan, come here as soon as you come, why don't you buy anything.

You are still Zhipeng's teacher today, so we should buy you a gift. "

A gentle middle-aged woman came out of the kitchen, said something to Zheng Yan in a dissatisfied tone, but her face was full of joy.

"Aunt Ling, you still cook yourself."

The middle-aged woman in front of her was Zheng Yan's mother's former little sister, Du Xiuling.

In fact, Zheng Yan's mother, Du Yueqin, and Du Xiuling hadn't been in touch for more than [-] years, but this time Du Yueqin asked a lot of contacts in order to find a job for Zheng Yan.

In the end, I didn't expect to contact Du Xiuling by accident, which made Zheng Yan finally become Wang Zhipeng's piano teacher.

"It's the first time you come to our house, I must treat you well, don't you.

You chat with your uncle first, and I'll go in and cook something. "

Seeing that Zheng Yan was not restrained, Du Xiuling let go of her worries and went back to the kitchen.

"Zheng Yan, I'm sorry, Zhipeng went crazy this morning, so he can only go to class in the afternoon."

When only Wang Xingye and Zheng Yan were left in the living room, Wang Xingye immediately apologized to Zheng Yan.

"It's okay, anyway, I have a lot of time now, and I can teach him at any time."

Zheng Yan waved his hand hastily and said politely.

His tutoring fees are charged by the day, and yesterday and today were all calculated. It is too inhuman to accept Wang Xingye's apology frankly after taking the money for nothing.

"Zhipeng is always eager to learn new things as soon as his head is hot, but often it only lasts for 3 minutes.

You can just teach him the basics, there is no need to teach them too deep. "

Wang Xingye remembered that Du Xiuling said that Zheng Yan had only learned piano in high school, and hadn't played piano for nearly ten years.

In order not to embarrass Zheng Yan in the future teaching, Wang Xingye restricted Zheng Yan's teaching scope in advance by considering his tone.

"Um, I see."

Zheng Yan was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Du Xiuling paid him a lot for his tutoring, and it was too strange that Wang Xingye didn't have any teaching requirements from him.

"Zheng Yan, what school did you graduate from?"

Wang Xingye ignored Zheng Yan's doubts, poured a cup of tea for Zheng Yan himself, and continued to ask gently.

"Uncle Wang, I graduated from Changhai Communication University."

Zheng Yan took the teacup and replied truthfully.

He has a very good impression of Wang Xingye now. He is a little flattered that a big man with a net worth of hundreds of billions can treat a poor relative like him with such a friendly attitude.

"Changhai Communication University is a famous university, and it is exactly the talent our company needs.

If you don't dislike it, why not come to work in our company. "

Wang Xingye wanted to see it, and told his true purpose.

In the past few days, Du Xiuling has been asking him to help solve Zheng Yan's work problems. After seeing Zheng Yan today, he has a good feeling for Zheng Yan, and he does not reject Zheng Yan's work in his company.

"Dad, you still let your cousin go to work in your company, you can't be drunk yet, right?

A guitar in my cousin's house is worth [-] million yuan, so how can I care about your low salary! "

At this time, Wang Zhipeng rushed in from the outside, just in time to hear Wang Xingye's last words, and immediately gave Wang Xingye a contemptuous look.

Then he turned his head quickly, looked at Zheng Yan with admiration and said:
"Cousin, you are really hiding something. I didn't expect you to be a five-fingered piano monster. No wonder you played the guitar so well yesterday!"

"My cousin is actually Qian Xichun. She was my idol. Cousin, when will you take me to your house? I will ask my cousin for an autograph."

"By the way, cousin, I still want to go to your house to take a photo with your suona worth 1000 million yuan and your guitar worth [-] million yuan.

Do you know that my friends yesterday were stunned when they saw the news. When I post the photo to Moments, they must be envious. "

Wang Zhipeng spoke for a long time without breathing, with an extremely excited expression.

Wang Xingye and Du Xiuling, who had just come out of the kitchen with the dishes, were also stunned for a long time without speaking after hearing what their son said.

Didn't you say that Zheng Yan is a vagrant...no, a freelancer staying at home?

Why does it sound like Zheng Yan is awesome now?

Zheng Yan didn't want Wang Zhipeng's family to misunderstand, so he hurriedly brought up the previous rhetoric again, and said with a wry smile that all this was an accident.

But even so, Wang Xingye and Du Xiuling still admired Zheng Yan.

There is a celebrity wife who has millions of fans online, which is something ordinary people can do.

As for letting Zheng Yan come to work in the company, Wang Xingye stopped mentioning it a long time ago.