Look good

Qiao Xing has always been used to it in front of Wen Changrong.

It shouldn't make Lang get used to it, but Wen Changrong has seen every inch of his body. The two of them have been together for seven years, and now he doesn't feel any embarrassment, let alone any shame.

He lifted up his clothes, simply wanting Wen Changrong to see his six-pack abs, to refute Wen Changrong's claim that he was 'fat'.

He invited very frankly, but Wen Changrong looked at him thoughtfully.

"Don't you touch it?" Seeing that Wen Changrong hadn't moved for a long time, Qiao Xing lifted the clothes up a little bit, protruding his abdominal muscles: "Then take a look..."

The man's fingers landed on his lower abdomen.

The calloused fingertips slowly rubbed along his texture, making one...

Qiao Xing felt his waist go soft.

There are several ways to touch him, but Wen Changrong's way of touching him is undoubtedly...

Sensing the intention of the gold master, as a "three good old white faces", Qiao Xing quietly raised the hem of his clothes a little bit, and raised his eyes, looking at the man as if inviting.

The time is tight... I don't know if I can finish it...

"Knock-knock-squeak"

The door to the living room was opened from the outside.

Qi Da walked in.

All right.

No need to do it.

……

Qi Da appeared suddenly, but the two people in the room did not panic at all.

Wen Changrong's expression was flat, while Qiao Xing put down his clothes as if nothing had happened, and raised his head to look at Qi Da.

"Has Xiaoda chosen?"

"En." Qi Da also looked natural, as if he didn't see the two sitting together at all, and just handed over the score in his hand. "Look, Mr. Qiao, is this one okay?"

What Qi Da handed over was a relatively old sheet music from the shell.

Qiao Xing was a little strange, he got up from Wen Changrong's lap, and went forward to take the score.

The cover of the sheet music was the old style from several years ago, which made him feel quite familiar.

not……

Qiao Xing opened it, revealing a piece of yellowed paper.

The word "whether or not" in the title of the song came into view impressively.

It really is this one.

He should have locked this song in the glass cabinet on the highest floor, how did Qi Da find out?

Could it be that Auntie forgot to lock it during the cleaning last time?

Forget it.

It does not matter.

Qiao Xing looked at the score and was silent for a long time. After thinking about it for a while, he said to Qi Da:

"Shall we change a song?"

"Ah?" Qi Da looked at him, seemingly in a daze.

"This song is so old, it's out of date."

"But... I just like this song." Qi Da looked at him with black and white eyes, as if he was very sincere: "I don't think it's old, it's very suitable, and it sounds good."

Qi Da couldn't even understand Duo Lai Mi's instigation, Qiao Xing really didn't think he would know what was appropriate or not.

Qiao Xing calmed down and persuaded:

"Xiao Qi, listen to me, this song was written seven years ago..."

"The precipitation of time is even more precious."

"..." Qiao Xing didn't know how to refute for a moment.

...This tm!

The lyrics and music are neither antiques nor Lafite.

Still getting older and more precious?The older the more mellow?what logic...

Before Qiao Xing could organize his words, Qi Da over there showed an expression of enlightenment.

"I see, this song was written so long ago, it must be very expensive..."

"...?" Qiao Xing couldn't keep up with Qi Da's train of thought for a while.

"If it's expensive, are you afraid that I won't be able to afford it? Or don't you want to sell it to me?" Although he was asking Qiao Xing, Qi Da's eyes were on Wen Changrong.

Complained, complained.

Qiao Xing felt a headache in an instant.

Sure enough, Wen Changrong turned his head and asked Qiao Xing, "How much do you want?"

"..." Qiao Xing was in a dilemma.

He said, "It's not a matter of money or not..."

Wen Changrong twitched his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised by his answer.

"...This one really won't work." Qiao Xing waved his hand, "Otherwise, I'll pick two songs that are more expensive, but guaranteed to be liked by most people, for you?"

"..." Qi Da didn't speak, but his expression faded, as if he was not very happy.

"Qiao Xing." Wen Changrong called him.

"..."

Ah ah ah ah.

Qiao Xing was bored to death.

He turned around and tried to explain to Wen Changrong: "Mr. Wen, I wrote this song seven years ago, and the lyrics and music are outdated. If you buy it, this song will most likely hit the street." , and the price...because I don't want to sell...so...the price will be very high, it's not worth it."

"Money is not a problem, as long as Qi Da likes it."

"..." The domineering gold master protects the canary.

Looking at Wen Changrong's appearance, it is impossible not to sell this song today.

Go and go.

It is great to have a golden master.

Qiao Xing had no choice but to take a step back: "...Then, let's change the word? This word is too hypocritical."

Wen Changrong looked at Qi Da.

Qi Da shook his head, "I think the lyrics and music of this song match very well. If one of them is changed, it won't be the same feeling as before."

"..."

Qiao Xing really had a headache.

"Okay, let's go with this song, and follow the old rules." Wen Changrong decided the deal with one sentence, and then put the check that had been prepared on the table, stood up from the sofa, and said to Qi Da: "Let's go."

...Wen Changrong is really unreasonable.

The words of Qiao Xing's refusal lingered on his lips again and again, but in the end it finally became: "Mr. Wen, what is the highest price you can give for this song?"

"what ever."

"...as much as you want?"

"Ah."

"..." The gold master has said that, what can he say?

Qiao Xing looked at the yellowed score in his hand, and finally followed the two of them in a proper manner, and walked out of the living room with them.

Outside the living room is the place where Qi Da selected the music just now.

In order to 'drive up the price', this place is well decorated and the sanitation is extremely clean. At first glance——

Qiao Xing saw the open glass door on the top floor and the key lying alone on the ground.