What's wrong with rapper being 0!

After learning that Yang Wei started his business for one year and earned the down payment of a [-]-square-meter house in the city center in a month, Yang Fengyu was completely dumbfounded.

Even so, Yang Fengyu stubbornly agreed, vowing to let Yang Wei wait and see.

Yang Fengyu wanted to leave after uttering harsh words, but Qin Fangcong grabbed the back of his neck and slipped back as soon as he took a step, "Don't run."

Every time I let go and run away, no wonder the problem has been frozen.

"You..." Yang Fengyu also went to touch the back of his neck, touched the back of Qin Fangcong's hand and shrank back, his arrogance suddenly weakened a bit, "Are you pulling the dog?"

Yang Wei cast a sideways glance at Yang Fengyu: "Leave after eating."

"Tch, I'll eat it if you ask me to, it's too spineless."

As soon as the words finished, Chen Fang brought a plate of roasted pork ribs, winked at Yang Fengyu, and then said, "Mr. Yang, we have guests today, and we cooked a little more food."

Yang Fengyu couldn't help swallowing.

Chen Fang's cooking skills are clear to him, and he hasn't eaten since the breakup. It's impossible not to be greedy.

It's just that after all the words have been spoken, Yang Fengyu is a little embarrassed.

Just as he was thinking, his shoulders were suddenly pinched, and his shoulders were pinched moderately.

Yang Fengyu was startled, and turned to look at Qin Fangcong.

"You still don't sit down to eat? Do you want someone to feed you?" Yang Wei opened the chair and sat down, and said to Yang Fengyu angrily.

Qin Fangcong feed him?

no more...

Yang Fengyu's face became hot, and he sat down obediently.

He finished the meal as quickly as possible, wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, and was about to run away when he turned his head and met Qin Fangcong's gaze, "What are you looking at me for?"

"I'll take you back."

Yang Fengyu's mind was full of promises to Yang Wei. As soon as he got in the car, he stared at the unsettled income in a daze, counted with his fingers, and remembered the money he owed Qin Fangcong, then turned his head to look out the window, and sighed deeply in one breath.

This wave is digging a hole and jumping by yourself.

The parties are now very regretful.

"What's wrong?" Qin Fangcong asked knowingly.

Yang Fengyu didn't answer, but asked instead: "Did the money to buy the house in Zhongcui Garden be earned from selling beats?"

"Ah."

"Ah——" Yang Fengyu wanted to cry but couldn't cry, grabbed the seat belt and pulled it, and collapsed on the co-pilot in a self-destructive manner, "I really can't do anything, I'm making myself No.1."

It was he who proposed to give Qin Fangcong an hourly salary according to the market price, and it was he who promised Yang Wei that he would earn a down payment in a month.

His small coffers were frozen, and the money he earned from the new songs he released was basically used to buy accompaniments and pay rent. Except for the small five thousand he earned from releasing new songs, he can be said to be penniless.

Miserable, no one will say a word of misery after reading it.

Yang Fengyu wrinkled his nose, closed his eyes, and hit the seat with the back of his head.

Qin Fang Cong saw his rare frown from the corner of his eyes, couldn't hold back the corners of his lips, and pressed the button next to the seat.

Yang Fengyu continued to bump his head meaninglessly, but the seat suddenly fell backwards, Yang Fengyu was startled, and suddenly opened his eyes, "What are you doing!"

"Don't bump your head, no one will be responsible if you bump into a fool."

"Tch," Yang Fengyu really stopped being bumpy, and was still not convinced, "I'm smart. That..."

Yang Fengyu suddenly didn't know what to call him, and always felt that it would be embarrassing to call him like he was when he was a child, so he cleared his throat and continued to ask: "How much can one of your beats sell for? How long will it take to earn the down payment? Tell me to let me have a dream?"

Seeing his sour face from the corner of the eye, Qin Fangcong suppressed the urge to pinch, and pretended to be stern: "It's good by a thousand, it's bad by a hundred, two weeks at most."

Because it is a foreign website, hundreds of knives are used when exchanging prices.Yang Fengyu sat up straight when he heard this, "How much?!"

"Two weeks."

Yang Fengyu's eyes widened, "Damn it, how much did you write?"

Qin Fangcong frowned slightly, "Not much. Want to make money as an accompanist?"

"While making beats and releasing new songs, you can always get it together, right?"

Qin Fangcong shook his head: "Creation needs inspiration, not simple mechanical movement, it is very difficult."

"...That's right." Yang Fengyu lowered his head again, lay back on the back of the seat, covered his face, and muttered: "Wow...then I really have no other choice, the tour has also been postponed, and sold me out. I can’t earn a set of down payment too, whoop, do I have to rely on live broadcasting? I’m just selling my art, not my body, whoop!”

"Yang Fengyu," Qin Fangcong patted his arm lightly, "Stop swearing."

It was rare for Yang Fengyu not to argue with him. He curled his lips and looked at Qin Fangcong with an aggrieved face: "Then what should I do, I still owe you a whole lot of debt!"

Qin Fangcong looked thoughtful, when the car was parked at the entrance of the alley, Qin Fangcong said suddenly: "Don't worry. Ask again, do you want to move? The rent is two hundred, and if you want to beat and record songs next door."

Yang Fengyu sat up straight, his eyes were black and shiny, he blinked at Qin Fangcong and agreed: "Yes!!"

Qin Fangcong chuckled, pinched his cheek, and unbuckled his seat belt, "Get out of the car."

Yang Fengyu seldom saw him smile, and felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart that had never happened before. He remained frozen for a few seconds, and then followed as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The man had a really weird smile.

Strangely good-looking.

Yang Fengyu's cheeks felt slightly hot.

However, Yang Fengyu never expected that Qin Fangcong would directly call a carload of bakers to move for him. Yang Fengyu always had the illusion that he was being kidnapped.

Especially when the driver became Li Wei, and Qin Fangcong sat in the back seat with him, this feeling was even worse.

"Tell me," Yang Fengyu pretended to be fierce, "Did you plan ahead!"

Qin Fangcong glanced at him, and said truthfully, "Yes."

"Huh!?" Yang Fengyu's eyes widened, "What the fuck...you're too righteous!"

Qin Fangcong was open-minded, but Yang Fengyu felt shy instead, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I didn't realize that you are this kind of person..."

Yang Fengyu didn't have many things, so he could handle them all in one trip.

The car was parked in the underground garage, and those people provided one-stop service, directly moving his box into the elevator.

Yang Fengyu had nothing to do, so he took out his phone to take a look, and almost passed over directly.

[double.S: Brothers! !According to the latest information, Coconut Cub was finally taken away by Teacher Qin! ]

[Fei: What the hell?so exciting? ]

[I don’t want to get up early on Monday: Grass? ]

[stable:? ]

[Seven: @馨是抢把打向吱吱，Brothers are here to save you]

[Fei: I'm really kidnapped so I don't have time to squeak, I'm too busy being slept by ♂! ]

[Stable: What's going on? ]

Yang Fengyu glanced at Qin Fangcong, who was leaning against the elevator to supervise the work, and didn't seem to pay attention to him, so he turned his back and pressed the voice button to output an output.

"You've just been put to sleep! Can you look forward to it every day, we are fucking normal money transactions, Lin Fei, why are your thoughts so dirty all day long!"

As soon as he finished cursing, he was slapped gently on the back of the head.

"Grass..." Yang Fengyu blurted out, and was hit on the back of the head again. Yang Fengyu covered his hands and turned his head, seeing Qin Fangcong standing behind him, all his things had been moved into the elevator.

"gone."

"Oh..." Yang Fengyu followed up with a guilty conscience, before taking two steps, he murmured to Qin Fangcong, "Don't hit me on the head all the time..."

Qin Fangcong paused, and stretched out his hand towards Yang Fengyu.

Yang Fengyu subconsciously covered the back of his head, looking wary, "What are you doing!"

The big hand turned around in the air, landed on the top of Yang Fengyu's head, pressed his fingers and the top of his head, and rubbed it slightly twice, "Don't always swear."

Yang Fengyu was stunned, the warm touch still remained on his head, he withdrew his hand after a few seconds, and followed Qin Fangcong into the elevator.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, Yang Fengyu was a little puzzled, "Where's your carload of bakers?"

"Let's go, I'm obsessed with cleanliness." When the elevator arrived, Qin Fangcong bent down, lifted a huge box effortlessly, and said to Yang Fengyu, "Move it yourself."

Seeing that he was not panting, Yang Fengyu also imitated him to carry a big box, but because of his height, he finally lifted it up, and the box completely blocked Yang Fengyu's sight.

In desperation, he could only lean sideways and move out like a crab.

I don't know what this box is, Yang Fengyu was exhausted after walking two steps, just about to put it down for a rest, when his right hand suddenly covered another hand.

As soon as he looked up, Qin Fangcong stood in front of him, moved his hand to take the box with his usual expression.

Yang Fengyu felt that he was a little ashamed, and the back of his hand that was accidentally touched by Qin Fangcong was also slightly hot, and he whispered: "Move the box, move the box, why are you touching my hand, are you a hooligan?"

Qin Fangcong didn't seem to hear.

The boxes were moved in quickly, Qin Fangcong closed the door, Yang Fengyu looked at the exact same house type, feeling in a daze.

"To be honest, I used to live on the top floor of Building 0 next door." Yang Fengyu said, "It's just that I dropped out of school later, and I was kicked out with everything."

Qin Fangcong nodded, pointing to the master bedroom on the first floor, "I live there, the rest of the rooms are empty, choose by yourself."

This house has a total of five bedrooms and two living rooms. In addition to the three bedrooms, there is also a special study and a cloakroom, all of which are large in size.

There is a small attic with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the river above the master bedroom, which is the smallest room.

In that house in Building 0, Yang Fengyu lives alone, which is close to [-] square meters, and he nests in a small attic of less than [-] square meters directly above the master bedroom.

Very safe.

Qin Fangcong noticed Yang Fengyu's gaze and asked, "Want to live up there?"

Yang Fengyu nodded honestly, then tentatively asked: "Is it possible?"

"Ah."

When I moved things in and took a look, the inside was neat and clean, as if someone disturbed it regularly, but the decoration style was uniform, as if it was frigid.

Qin Fangcong handed him the key, "There is no private guard upstairs, you can use the second bedroom downstairs, and the kitchen is also downstairs, sharing a little space, no problem?"

"Ok!"

That must be fine! 200 yuan, more than sleeping on the balcony, blood earning.

Qin Fangcong chuckled, turned to leave, but Yang Fengyu called to him: "Qin Fangcong!"

Qin Fangcong frowned slightly after hearing this address.

"Well... do you have any rules, such as cleanliness, can you make a list of them? I know it. Oh yes, and the money I owe you."

Qin Fangcong paused, looked at Yang Fengyu, and said, "Okay."

Damn, I actually agreed!

Qin Fangcong patted the top of Yang Fengyu's head, then squeezed his cheek, "Clean up things yourself, I'll make a phone call."

There was a burst of heat where it was pinched, Yang Fengyu felt embarrassed, blushed again, and responded hesitatingly.

Qin Fangcong went downstairs, went back to the room, closed the door, and dialed the phone.

The person on the other side answered quickly, and said skillfully, "Report the progress, the contestants have almost been decided, and they will be able to enter the factory for training as soon as next week. When are you going to contact your children to sign the contract?"

Qin Fangcong tapped the side of the phone with his fingers, his expression relaxed: "Now."