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The man's slender fingers easily caught a ticket. Yang Fengyu covered his forehead and snatched the ticket back with a blushing face. He muttered vaguely, "You... who are you? Yang Wei's new secretary?"

The other party stared at Yang Fengyu silently for a while, his pupils were as black as two obsidian stones, then he suddenly raised his hand and reached out to his blushed forehead.

"What are you doing!" Yang Fengyu dodged subconsciously.

The other party remained expressionless and did not respond. He withdrew his hand and looked past Yang Fengyu to a certain place.

The instinctive sixth sense told Yang Fengyu that there was danger. Feeling the fiery gaze, Yang Fengyu stiffened his neck and slowly turned his head. Before he could see clearly, he heard an angry voice from the direction of the elevator:

"Yang Fengyu! You still have the face to come back?!"

this sound...

Yang Fengyu didn't care about the hat, and ran away, and heard Yang Wei's shout from a distance: "Little bastard, come back to me!!!"

Then how can I come back, I am not afraid at all.

After confirming that Yang Wei did not come to chase him, Yang Fengyu heaved a sigh of relief, touched his forehead that was still aching, and prepared to kill him and go home when he was not prepared.

Through the reflection of the subway glass, Yang Fengyu realized that his entire forehead was red. Thinking of the man's action, Yang Fengyu was stunned—couldn't it be because he felt embarrassed and wanted to rub him?

After calming down and thinking about it, the man's eyebrows and eyes seem a little familiar, and his eyes and expression are also strange.

Gan, what a damn monster.

Yang Fengyu didn't want to think about it anymore, he clicked on Weibo and found that there were more than 10 replies under the selfie he posted 400 minutes ago.

[TAX-Yes: New hairstyle [picture]]

-? ? ?No, give me back my cute dreadlocks!

-It's an inch...it's an inch...an inch...

- Coconut boy, you have changed, you used to change your hairstyle only for major events

Yang Fengyu smiled and replied: [I haven't changed, there is really a major event. ]

For Yang Fengyu at the current stage, the major events are nothing more than two things - releasing an album and starting a tour.

The album was just released last month, and the donkeys in the production team couldn't be so diligent.

-! ! ? ?Shredded coconut, are you going on tour? ? ?

- What the hell?seriously?Is it too late for me to start listening to the song?

-Laughing, no one has ever heard Yash's song?It sounds really nice once you get used to the style.

-It's not that I don't want to listen, it's that I really don't like hardcore

- Hardcore is fine, the problem is that we Yezi are not suitable for hardcore, Yeye's voice is so beautiful, singing the melody has long been popular!

Looking at these replies, Yang Fengyu felt mixed emotions in his heart.

[The tour is on the way, goodbye to those who haven't heard the song, it's blocked. ]

Another bunch of meaningless wailing came out, and Yang Fengyu sneered. Just as he was about to lock the screen, he saw a comment from a person with a pure black profile picture on Weibo and a square ID:

- where to go, what to sing?

A few simple words, two punctuation marks, almost made Yang Fengyu cry with joy, damn it, someone finally cares about the tour itself!

Yang Fengyu typed and replied: [I should be able to sing all the songs released]

After replying, Yang Fengyu clicked into that person's Weibo homepage, and found that the one on the top of the page was a photo of a man in a black T-shirt holding a bass, his head was cut off, and only half of his body was left. The muscle lines on his arm are not exaggerated but very good-looking. The most striking thing is the tattoo on his arm.

I can't see clearly what the pattern is, but the colorful colors are pretty nice.

Yang Fengyu looked through a few more posts, and found that most of the content on this person's Weibo was screenshots of lyrics, or song sharing, and there were indeed his songs in it.

The comments on those songs were only in the early [-]s, and being able to hear them meant that this guy might really be a fan of his music.

Yang Fengyu was in a complicated mood for a moment, and quit to read the reply, but the person didn't reply to him again.

As a rapper with just over [-] fans, Yang Fengyu didn't care about the rules of the fan circle. After thinking about it, he replied below: [Come to play, handsome guy? ]

-? ? ?Sir, do you want to play?

- Coconut, something is wrong with you

- It's not cracking yet, I'm cracking it

- Is it true that you are so picky?Can this be pulled?

Yang Fengyu never wanted to pay attention to these teasing comments, and those who spoke had no intention of listening to them.

The topic of comments gradually went off track, Yang Fengyu retracted his phone, and replied without seeing the frame: [Come].

Yang Fengyu's label is called TAX.

The meaning is simple, except for him and Tian Yuyang, who is still in school, the rest are migrant workers who need to pay taxes.

Yang Fengyu broke up with his father before he joined TAX, and he really didn't feel ashamed to tell others about his own situation. He only talked about a well-to-do family and shared the rent with Tian Yuyang all the time.

So other people don't know that the "well-off" family that Yang Fengyu said is actually a well-to-do family who bought a house in Shanghai's villa area.

Yang Fengyu was dressed loosely today, and even shaved his head like a hooligan. At the door, he was stopped by the guard because he was too street.

After finally proving his identity and walking to the door of the house, there was a big Benz that he had never seen parked in the garage.

——I haven't been home for almost half a year, why is his father reduced to running wild?

After confirming that his father's commercial vehicle was not at home, Yang Fengyu opened the door to look in, and lowered his voice and shouted to the small villa: "Aunt Fang!! Are you at home? Help...it's so hot, I don't want to climb over the wall! "

As soon as Chen Fang finished brewing tea and brought it out, and placed it firmly in front of Yang Wei and the guests, she heard a familiar, drawn-out shout from outside.

As soon as he was about to answer, Yang Wei signaled her not to go out, walked to the window with a straight face, and looked down at the "little brat" standing at the door.

You little brat, you can run really fast.

Yang Wei cleared his throat, turned his head to look at the young man in a suit on the sofa with his usual expression, "Xiao Qin, I made you laugh again."

Qin Fangcong shook his head, his gaze fell on the VIP ticket on the table thoughtfully through the thin-rimmed glasses.

Noticing Qin Fangcong's gaze, Yang Wei coughed slightly in embarrassment, picked up the ticket, and said in a deep voice: "This kid is still the same as when he was a child, and he has never done anything right."

"It's okay," Qin Fangcong adjusted his glasses, "Uncle Yang, you don't have to be polite to me, just speak up if you have something to say."

"Oh, you see, Xiaofeng in our family is not young anymore, and he is not serious. Uncle really wants to ask you something..." Yang Wei said and glanced at Chen Fang, "Sister Fang, go down and see him first. "

Yang Fengyu waited for almost 10 minutes, and there was no shelter around. Just when he felt that he was about to be sunburned, the big iron gate was opened.

Yang Fengyu immediately jumped down from the door, "Aunt Fang, you are at home!! I thought you were out shopping!"

Chen Fang stared blankly at Yang Fengyu's cropped hair, and said after a long while, "Miao Miao, your hair...is better than the little braids before."

"Oh, Aunt Fang, I'm already twenty! Don't call me by my nickname, it's embarrassing... My dad isn't home, right?"

Yang Fengyu didn't intend to go in, so he stood at the door and poked his head. Before Chen Fang could answer, he felt uncomfortably hot, and stuffed the VIP card he snatched back from the man in the suit into Chen Fang's hand, "Aunt Fang, I'm asking you for a small matter." , Give this to my dad, say it's a Father's Day gift!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Fengyu turned around gracefully, and before leaving, he glanced at the big Benz again, and left without thinking much.

Chen Fang stared at Yang Fengyu's small cropped head as he disappeared at the end of the road, closed the door, and looked down at the ticket in her hand.

There are a few letters "TAX" printed gaudyly on it, and she doesn't quite understand the rest of the nouns.

Just as she was thinking, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs. Chen Fang followed the sound and saw that the young man brought back by Yang Wei had gone downstairs. She nodded slightly after seeing her. The whole person was polite, but he rejected people thousands of miles away as if covered by layers of barriers. .

"Mr. Qin, are you leaving?"

Qin Fangcong's expression was relieved for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal, "Aunt Fang, you don't remember me either?"

Chen Fang was also taken aback, but Qin Fangcong didn't explain much, his gaze was always on the ticket in her hand, "Aunt Fang, can you show me this ticket?"

"Oh, this is just given by Miao...Xiaofeng, who asked me to give it to Mr. Yang."

"Uncle Yang already has one."

Perhaps it was because the young man was handsome, but Chen Fang didn't know why, the ticket was in the hands of the other party by accident, and when he came back to his senses, he had already taken the ticket and left in the big Benz. Waking up from a dream, I went upstairs.

"What did you say?"

Chen Fang shook her head, and pointed to the ticket on the table, "Miao Miao didn't say anything, but gave me a ticket, which was exactly the same as this one, and said it was a Father's Day gift for Mr.

When Yang Wei heard this, his complexion became even worse, and he threw the teacup on the table: "Throw it away, I think he wants to piss me off!"

"Qin Cun's son is not much older than Yang Fengyu, is he? He has returned from studying abroad and entered college, what is Yang Fengyu doing? Dropped out of school! Sister Fang, tell me, can I, as a father, not be in a hurry?"

"Mr. Yang, calm down..."

"It's also making music, look at Xiao Qin? Look at this whole year, what famous tricks has Yang Fengyu made? It's a lot of time to waste time, and he still has the face to go on tour. There are a hundred people on the street. Anyone who knows you, Yang Fengyu, is enough!"

"Xiao Qin... also makes music?"

"Speaking of Xiao Qin, I am even angrier. Tell me how much face Lao Qin gave me this time, so that Xiao Qin can help take care of him."

"Mr. Yang, don't worry, Xiaofeng...you are still young. Are you going to see his performance?"

"You're still young at 25! Xiaoqin is only 200 this year, and I'm ashamed to see anyone!!" Yang Wei remembered the tickets in his hand, and threw them away in a lump, "Whoever wants to go, the [-] yuan ticket They can’t be sold out, it’s embarrassing.”

Chen Fang sighed silently in her heart, bent down and picked up the ticket.

Yang Wei: "Next Sunday, Xiao Qin's reception banquet, Yang Fengyu has to come for me whatever he wants."

It was only then that Chen Fang could see clearly from a pile of gaudy handwriting that the performance date was next Friday at [-]:[-] pm.

Fortunately, they didn't hit each other, otherwise it would be another bloodbath.