If I don't film, I have to go home and inherit billions of dollars

Chapter 188 guests are coming
Sitting together on the cushions in the living room of Mushroom House, they all stared at Zhang Zifeng's mobile phone screen, browsing the chat records on it.

Song Qianqian is also in her thirties, so it's quite normal to want to find a partner.

But Wang Qing never imagined that she would fall in love with herself who was ten years younger than her.

What made him feel even more speechless was that she actually found her future wife to inquire about her situation.

Judging from the chat records, at the beginning she was using things like filming to test whether Zhang Zifeng's relationship with him was really familiar, or whether it was a fake brother-sister relationship that was only on camera.

Then after confirming that the relationship between the two parties is indeed very familiar, the wind of her chat began to change.

He began to ask Wang Qing when he would be able to spare time, would he often live in Guangfu City, what type of women he liked, and so on.

"Later, I felt that her question was not quite right, so I tried to ask it."

Although both of them had turned off the microphone first, the camera was still filming, and Zhang Zifeng didn't speak clearly, and flicked the chat history while speaking in a low voice.

On the screen, she directly asked Song Qianqian if she liked Wang Qing, and then she replied in the affirmative after a period of silence.

It's similar to what Huang Lei said, because he is handsome, has a good figure, can cook, and his career is booming now, so I want to try to get in touch.

"Teacher Huang is a bit powerful, how did he see it." Wang Qing scratched his head, why is this the same as what Huang Lei said, or he was too dull before and didn't pay attention to these emotional matters and details.

"Then what's wrong with this?" Zhang Zifeng's accent came out from somewhere, "I knew I would have told her our relationship directly, and now I have asked so many questions, and she has said so much, now in Come to point out that our relationship doesn't seem to be suitable."

"Then just pretend that you don't know. When she really wants to come to play with me, I'll find a chance to explain it to her." Wang Qing replied casually, not paying too much attention to this matter.

But since Song Qianqian had directly asked Zhang Zifeng about this matter, if he took the initiative to explain clearly now, it was inevitable that Zhang Zifeng would be misunderstood by the other party and make a small report, talking big and so on.

He might as well wait until the time when Song Qianqian came to him, he would see this in "himself", and then tactfully reject her to exclude Zhang Zifeng.

"Why do you still want to go out with her?" Zhang Zifeng looked at him with a frown, pouted, "Sister Qianqian is actually quite beautiful, and she has a good figure and is more famous than me. You won't "

"But I like you, not her." Wang Qing interrupted what she wanted to say next, "I will receive her according to the normal way of receiving friends, and then I will make this matter clear."

"Let's talk about emotional matters. I haven't hidden anything from you. You should have a hundred hearts on me."

Zhang Zifeng didn't speak, and stared at him seriously for a while, then smiled sweetly, "I wasn't jealous just now."

"There's nothing to be jealous about." Wang Qing smiled and returned her mobile phone to her, "Hurry up, you finish today's exercise plan for me first."

"I know, I know."

Zhang Zifeng put away the phone, stood up from the cushion and complained in a low voice: "Sometimes I feel that you are very similar to my mother."

"I never thought you could play the piano."

In less than half an hour, Zhang Zifeng, who had only done a few sets of squats and sit-ups, couldn't take it anymore, and ran to the side to play with the electronic organ.

"I have learned a little bit. I have a wide range of interests. I have learned a little bit of everything." Zhang Zifeng said proudly, "Whether it is painting, photography, or musical instruments, I know a little bit."

"And then you are not good at it." Wang Qing exposed the truth without hesitation, "Can't you be more humble?"

"I'm very humble in front of others, okay?" Zhang Zifeng said perfunctorily, "Come on, let me play a piece of Pirates of the Caribbean for you."

"You know that song? It seems quite difficult." Wang Qing looked at her in surprise. He had seen Pirates of the Caribbean, and he had heard that well-known song.

"Hee hee hee, I only know the first simple part, and I'm not proficient in the latter part." Zhang Zifeng said shyly, "At first I only wanted to play the piano after watching a movie, and then my mother bought it for me. "

Wang Qing nodded, didn't bother her again, just sat beside her and watched her prepare quietly.

Seriously looked at the piano score in the phone, and tried the pitch.

As her fingers slid on the keys, the familiar music in Wang Qing's mind sounded, perhaps because he had heard this song played by other people, so he felt that it was still very smooth, not as smooth as he imagined. Unbearable.

A better electronic piano is actually no different in tone than a piano, but the electronic piano in Mushroom House was given by the program group. The level is not high, and the tone is not bad, so it is not as good as playing with a piano. Play out the effect.

As time went by, the sound of the music began to appear disorganized, and because Zhang Zifeng was not yet familiar with the score, he played wrong notes in the following passages.

"No, no, no, I'm not familiar with it from now on." Zhang Zifeng finally stopped, unable to play the piece completely.

"I quite like it." Wang Qing looked at her with some regrets, "It's not bad, it would be even better if I could finish it."

"Do you like it?" Zhang Zifeng asked with a smile.

"I like it very much." Wang Qing nodded, "Under the influence of certain moods and environments, different music can bring me different emotions, especially this kind of piano music, I sometimes fall asleep while listening to it at night."

"Really." Zhang Zifeng pursed his lips, "Then I'll work harder and learn a few more songs seriously."

"Yes, I thought the bedroom was empty and there was nothing to store. I can buy a grand piano and keep it there." Wang Qing teased her with a smile.

"What bedroom, the camera is still shooting, don't talk nonsense." Zhang Zifeng threw a pillow over shyly.

"What are you afraid of? Our microphones are turned off." Wang Qing took the pillow and put it away, "Don't throw things around."

"anyone there?"

"Teacher He, Teacher Huang!"

But at this moment, two voices came from outside the house, breaking the atmosphere of their playfulness.

"Is there a guest?" Zhang Zifeng looked at Wang Qing.

"It should be, let's go and have a look first." Wang Qing quickly stood up, "There should be two seniors in this issue, and there are also juniors?"

Hearing this voice, the two juniors should have arrived first.

"Turn on the microphone, you two, how long has it been off!"

They ran out of the mushroom house in a hurry to greet them, but they heard the director's team reminding them. At this time, Wang Qing and the others turned on the microphone on the collar with some embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)