What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows slightly: "I have fans?"

Yang Fengyu didn't realize that his focus was off. He just coughed lightly to cover up, pointed a thumb at himself, and said frankly: "I don't know if there were any before, but now I do."

"When?"

"Cough..." Yang Fengyu avoided his gaze, pinched his inexplicably hot earlobe, "The last time you composed music."

Qin Fangcong thought of the short two-bar accompaniment, with a vague smile in his eyes, "Just because of this?"

Yang Fengyu nodded honestly, with a particularly sincere tone, "And when you were lecturing, you were so handsome, and when you were arranging music, you were too handsome!"

"En." Qin Fangcong pressed the corner of his mouth, opened the door and got out of the car, "Let's go."

Yang Fengyu stared blankly at his back, but hadn't turned the corner in his mind.

So do you sleep or not?

No, no, what was he thinking! !

Qin Fangcong stood still in front of the elevator, looked back to see that he was still in a daze, and shouted: "Yang Fengyu."

"Ok?"

"get off."

Only then did Yang Fengyu come back to his senses, got out of the car and closed the door, and trotted to Qin Fangcong's side, "Don't get me wrong, I just didn't think about asking this question, sleep fans... We are all straight men, yes Bar?"

Just when the elevator arrived, Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows and stepped into the elevator, but did not answer Yang Fengyu's question.

Yang Fengyu didn't feel anything when he was in the underground garage, and when he walked into the elevator, he only felt a faint sense of familiarity, but when he got out of the elevator and was in the corridor of Qin Fangcong's house, he realized what this familiarity that had been lingering in his heart was all about .

Wouldn't it be so coincidental?

Yang Fengyu took out his mobile phone and clicked on the map, and a few typings of "Zhongcui Garden, Linjiangnan District, Haicheng" appeared in the location.

"Fuck!" Yang Fengyu couldn't help cursing, and was still shocked by Qin Fangcong's glance, and then carefully confirmed the address.

[Building 1, Zhongcui Garden Phase I, Linjiang South District]

"Fuck," Yang Fengyu couldn't help it, "Why is this world so small?"

Qin Fangcong didn't seem to hear what he said, and threw a pair of slippers with labels still in front of Yang Fengyu with a "slap".

"It's okay... I can wear shoe covers."

"Change."

Yang Fengyu: "Oh."

It can be said that Yang Fengyu grew up watching this community.

The biggest industry of Yang Wei's company is real estate, and Zhongcui Garden in the central area of ​​Haicheng is the treasure of their company.

Haicheng is a very developed city, and this community is specially built for the upper elite of Haicheng. It is very convenient to go to various places, and the natural scenery and greenery are good.

In order for Yang Fengyu to study hard, Yang Wei even offered to hand over all the real estate in this area to him.

But what Yang Fengyu thought was, if he had the money, he could buy beats worth hundreds or even thousands of dollars.

This is a high-rise building with two households on each floor and a large area.

Yang Fengyu used to live in Building 0, and the configuration was not too different.

"This house...isn't it cheap?" Yang Fengyu probed his head and asked tentatively. He could tell that Qin Fangcong was rich, but he didn't expect him to be so rich.

"It's okay." Qin Fangcong went straight to the right, unlocked and opened the door.

"You bought it yourself?" Yang Fengyu's pupils quivered. This is the top-floor river-view room with full floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Well, why, it doesn't look like it?"

Unexpectedly, it was not bought by the family, Yang Fengyu couldn't close his jaw, and stammered, "It's so profitable to be an accompanist..."

The room type of this set seems to have also been modified. There are some fitness equipment behind the entrance, and two glass doors and barriers have been added to the original location of the river view room.

Qin Fangcong pushed open the transparent glass door on the right, but didn't rush in, leaning against the door and looking at Yang Fengyu, "Of course."

"Some idiot bought a beat for two hundred dollars, and I can make it in 10 minutes."

Yang Fengyu: "?"

Yang Fengyu felt that his connotation was revealed, but he was not angry at all. Instead, he tilted his head and replied: "There are no such idiots, and there is no big house like yours."

"Come in, idiot." Qin Fangcong patted Yang Fengyu's head and walked into the studio.

The curtains were drawn, and there were three or four tables inside, each of which was equipped with equipment. The room seemed to have been purposely soundproofed and was very quiet.

Yang Fengyu recognized the title of idiot, and asked again what he didn't understand in the morning. Qin Fangcong took him to operate the software again. After one afternoon, Yang Fengyu really made a short accompaniment.

He couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, so he posted it in the TAX group with a backhand. Just as he was eager to continue, the curtains suddenly went up, and the lights turned into a warm light.

Looking back, it was already evening.

Raindrops fell on the river not far away, and the wind blew up ripples.

"Too strong light is not good for the equipment, so I set a timer." Qin Fangcong explained that if the weather is good, you can see the whole process of sunset in the distance.

Unfortunately not today.

Qin Fangcong got up and walked to the window, with his back to Yang Fengyu.

Yang Fengyu also realized that he should go, and was about to close the software, but found a dialog box popped up, with English technical terminology prompts, Yang Fengyu didn't understand it well, and didn't dare to move around, so he had to ask: "Brother, this software... ..."

Hearing his call, Qin Fangcong turned his head in surprise, walked behind and took a look.

Maybe it was because he couldn't see clearly without glasses, but Yang Fengyu felt that he pushed forward even the person and the stool. Just as he was about to speak, his warm breath brushed against the side of his neck.

shit.

Yang Fengyu froze and clenched the mouse tightly.

In the next second, the hand holding the mouse was slapped by Qin Fangcong, and then he retracted suddenly, and replaced it with a hand with strong bones.

Yang Fengyu was a little nervous and swallowed.

"This sentence means that the end is not stuck on the beat, just confirm the temporary save point, and pick it up next time."

Qin Fangcong's voice was calm and steady, but with a seemingly invisible heat, it penetrated into Yang Fengyu's heart along the pinnae of his ears.

"Understood?" Qin Fangcong pressed the confirm button, turned off the software, and asked Yang Fengyu when he saw that he was still flinching.

"Understood...understood!!" Yang Fengyu put away his things and stood up, wiped the sweat from his palms indiscriminately, and said to Qin Fangcong with a blushing face: "Well, my accompaniment will be sold online, if it can be sold If you go out, I will give you all the income, and I will pay the tuition fees, okay? There is no other meaning, I just think that prostitution for free is not very scary."

Qin Fangcong listened to his words word for word, and flatly refused: "No, it's not white prostitution."

Yang Fengyu was puzzled, and cast a questioning look at Qin Fangcong.

"I also have my purpose." Qin Fangcong said slowly, with most of his body leaning on the glass, with the endless river behind him, "Yang Fengyu, no one will treat you well for no reason."

"Well, what's your purpose then?" Yang Fengyu still didn't understand, Qin Fangcong looked at him with a look of...probing, not serious, and didn't seem to be trying to reason with him, "And , how do you know my name is Yang Fengyu?"

Qin Fangcong chuckled, "Think for yourself."

Yang Fengyu got into Qin Fangcong's car with question marks all over his face. The latter had other things to do, and the driver was the one who sent him back.

Looking at it this way, it's really strange. Not only did he arrange the music for nothing, but he also included food, drink and transportation. Pie in the sky is not such a good thing.

"Hello," Yang Fengyu said to the driver suddenly, "May I ask about Qin Fangcong?"

Li Xin was taken aback, "It depends on what it is."

Yang Fengyu muffled his head and organized his words: "Is he usually... meddling in his own business?"

Li Xin seemed to have heard some big joke, and shook his head while laughing: "Mr. Qin is a free and unrestrained man, and I have never seen him meddling in his own business."

"Then what did he do before?" Yang Fengyu asked again.

"What else can I do? I'm studying abroad, and I don't come back until I finish reading."

Yang Fengyu recalled the day of the livehouse, and seemed to see a tattoo on Qin Fangcong's arm, not a small one.It's just that his image as an abstinent elite is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. If it wasn't for this afternoon, Yang Fengyu would have almost forgotten about it.

Are some people cold and abstinent on the surface, but are they so wild behind their backs?

"Then when did he return to China? It seems that he just came back not long ago?"

This doesn't involve any privacy issues, Li Xin nodded, "Yes, it's been a month since I came back."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback for a moment, took out his phone and glanced at it.

I can't remember the exact date, but Yang Fengyu remembers that it was almost a month since he first saw the photo of "Little Brother Qin".

"It's strange..." Yang Fengyu whispered.

He couldn't understand what the "purpose" Qin Fangcong said was.

Could it be... Tian Yuyang really hit the mark?Really want to fuck him?

What is the picture.

When Yang Fengyu went back, he found out that the rented house had a power outage again. Tian Yuyang also just came back, and put the flashlight of his mobile phone on his chin, and said quietly: "It's okay if it's not hot now. If there is still a power outage in summer, then I will Go jump into the river."

The two ordered takeaways and lit them with flashlights. Tian Yuyang asked again, "Why did you follow Qin Fangcong in the afternoon?"

"Learning to make beats," Yang Fengyu straightened up from the table, "Fuck, I really can't figure it out?"

Yang Fengyu repeated Qin Fangcong's words and asked, "Tell me, what exactly does he mean?"

Tian Yuyang thought for a while: "I think he may have taken a fancy to you and wants to pick you up. But, don't you really think he might be that person?"

"Then what... brother?" Yang Fengyu sighed, "I don't even know the fuck. I tested him before and it didn't feel like it. What else can I do."

"You're stupid," Tian Yuyang said, "Just ask your dad if it's okay?"

"Hiss..." Yang Fengyu said, "You are right."

Yang Fengyu clicked on WeChat and the chat box that was about to sink to the bottom, and typed to ask:

[-Yeah: Dad, what's his full name? ]

[Yeah pat the old man to death]