Waiting for you at the place where you are reborn

Song Yuzhe sat down on the sofa, his eyes focused on Fang Zheng who was standing behind He Xinyan. He was extremely disgusted by the intimacy that He Xinyan showed towards Fang Zheng.

He Xinyan's piano sounded again, flowing like clouds and water, intoxicating. Fang Zheng felt that the melody was very familiar, he could almost hum its score, he took a step closer to He Xinyan, trying to see clearly what was on her piano.

That was the song Fang Zheng had played for her on the guitar before, but she actually turned it into a piano piece.

Bo Tong said: "It sounds great, you play the piano very well, I admire you."

"Don't worship me." He Xinyan turned to look at Fang Zheng, "This is Fang Zheng's work. I just changed it a little bit."

"Haha, a soulmate." Bo Tong looked nonchalant, He Xinyan smiled implicitly, and Fang Zheng smiled awkwardly.

Song Yuzhe looked at Fang Zheng in front of him with indifference. Could it be that He Xinyan admired this poor boy who was still wet behind the ears? If He Xinyan liked it, he could give her a concert. Wouldn't it be better than these messed-up songs written by this boy?

"Xinyan," Song Yuzhe tried his best to sound gentlemanly, "guess what I brought you from France?" He was determined to defeat Fang Zheng completely. With the wealth and status that Song Yuzhe possessed, he would definitely get what he wanted.

He Xinyan looked up at her, the smile on her face disappeared, "Forget it, Song Yuzhe, those things you brought are not suitable for me, you should give them to others."

"You haven't seen it yet, how do you know it's not suitable?" He Xinyan's attitude made it difficult for Song Yuzhe to step down, but he still smiled at He Xinyan.

Bo Tong walked to the door, and as he walked he recited: "What France brought was Bordeaux wine, Sevres porcelain, or Perigord handicrafts." He looked up and shouted: "Fang Zheng, what are you still standing there for? Someone wants to give you a gift, why don't you come out quickly."

Fang Zheng hurriedly followed Bo Tong out of the study.

He Feng and Fang Jiahui, who were standing at the door of the study, looked at each other and walked into the living room.

Fang Zheng looked back at the door of the study, imagining what kind of gift Song Yuzhe in the study would give to He Xinyan. It seemed that the rumor that Song Yuzhe liked He Xinyan was not groundless.

But judging from He Xinyan's attitude when she talked to him about Song Yuzhe in the past, Song Yuzhe would never be the person He Xinyan chose.

"You have seen that I like Fang Zheng." He Xinyan's voice suddenly came out from the study room loudly and decisively. I believe everyone in the living room heard her words.

The sound was like thunder, startling everyone.

He Feng and Fang Jiahui looked at each other, surprised and a little at a loss.

Bo Tong looked at Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng looked at the door of the study.

The room was so quiet that He Xinyan's words were like a command to keep quiet. No one dared to speak, and no one knew what to say.

He Feng looked back at Fang Zheng, his eyes flickered, and his lips moved for a long time, "She - she said -"

"He Xinyan is joking." Fang Zheng said immediately, "You know she's quirky."

Song Yuzhe walked out of the study, first gave Fang Zheng a fierce look, then said to everyone in the living room with a gloomy face: "I shouldn't have come today."

"Yuzhe——" He Feng shouted, "Yan Yan is just throwing a tantrum like a child."

Fang Jiahui walked into the study and sternly accused her, "Xinyan, how can you talk nonsense like this."

He Xinyan threw herself on the piano keys, and a shrill roar suddenly filled the room.