After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

After dinner, Song Jin'an followed Zhang Sichen to his studio.

"An'an, why don't you take my car directly? It's more convenient." Before getting into the car, Zhang Sichen said standing at the door of his car.

Song Jin'an was about to bend down to get into the car, but he stood up again when he heard this sentence, and agreed after thinking about it.

After fastening the seat belt and the car started, Song Jin'an suddenly realized, why did Teacher Zhang suddenly call him An'an?

I have never called him that before, but many people call him that, and the elders also like to call him this intimately, it seems that there is no problem.

After all, he has always regarded Zhang Sichen as his elder, so it is normal for his elders to call him that.

Although he didn't know why, he always felt a little awkward.

The two talked and laughed on the road, as if those who were engaged in art had more common topics.

What's more, one of them intentionally learns about another's hobbies?

After arriving at the studio, Zhang Sichen first poured Song Jin'an a glass of water, and then took out a velvet box.

He put it on the table and pushed it in front of Song Jin'an, and said with a smile: "An'an, this is a gift for you, and it can be regarded as a souvenir for us to officially become an album team."

"Ah?" Song Jin'an didn't understand what the album team he was talking about at first, but after taking it apart and understanding it, he roughly understood it.

He bent his clear eyes, took it and opened it, and saw it was a silver bracelet with a simple and elegant style, a silver bracelet suitable for men.

"Thank you, it's so pretty, are you wearing it too?" Song Jin'an looked at Zhang Sichen's hand.

Zhang Sichen pushed up his sleeves a bit, and stretched out his hand to show him.

Song Jin'an put on the bracelet unpreparedly, and Xiao Jin couldn't see anything wrong, and felt that Teacher Zhang was quite generous.

Zhang Sichen pushed his glasses, and the lenses covered his dangerous eyes at that moment.

"By the way, Teacher Zhang, didn't you mean to go to the recording studio? Why is it in your studio?" Song Jin'an tore off his sleeves to cover the bracelet.

Zhang Sichen got up and pushed open a door, and said, "Let's record here. The recording teacher will be here in a while. You should know him. This is the recording team that you composed for the movie last time."

"Okay, then I'll play the piano first to keep the feel." Song Jin'an took his own piano from Xiaojin, found a suitable place to set it up, and sat down cross-legged.

He was playing the piano, and Zhang Sichen had been sitting opposite him, watching him quietly.

Xiaojin held up the video on his mobile phone and said that he would send it to his boss later.

Zhang Sichen lowered his eyes and moved his fingers slightly. What kind of identity would he use to record Song Jin'an's heart-warming scene?

He looked at the wall from the corner of his eye, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.There was a little red dot hidden there, a red dot no one would think of.

After their recording was over, Song Jin'an politely declined Zhang Sichen's invitation to have dinner together, and he had to hurry to meet Grandpa Xie Ran.

What he didn't know was that after watching his car go away, Zhang Sichen opened a door hidden in the wall and walked into a small dark room.

If anyone sees it, they will run away in fright.The walls of this room are full of photos of a single person.

It was Song Jin'an who was sitting here playing the piano just now.On the walls are pictures of him smiling, frowning, beaming, and eating.

Zhang Sichen turned on the computer and found Song Jinan's video recorded today.Look, he doesn't need any identity, and he can record Song Jin'an's extremely seductive scene.

He was the only one who could see it. Zhang Sichen's eyes were crazy, and his fingers were trembling at a high frequency.

Sitting in front of the piano, his fingers fluttered to play a new melody.He knows it!Song Jinan is his inspiration!It is the god he longs for!

A contented smile overflowed from his throat, as if he was reciting his lover's name, he spit out two words from the tip of his tongue: "An'an..."

At this time, Song Jin'an had already arrived at school.

When teaching the students, Song Jin'an looked decent, and even put on a costume and sang for them.

Mr. Xie Ran, a national treasure-level professor, instantly turned into a knowledge-hungry student. Sitting under the stage with his head raised, he was the most serious student in the audience.

Back home at night with a tired body, Song Jin'an threw himself into Fu Chengwang's arms under Fu Chengwang's resentful eyes.

He whispered: "Husband, I'm so tired, my legs hurt, help me pinch—"

Fu Chengwang, who had a cold face at first, loosened his expression and was silent for a moment. After all, he sighed, picked up his beloved baby and went to the bathroom.

After the hot water was put away, he helped Song Jinan take off his clothes, and then put Song Jinan, who had become limp from exhaustion, into the bathtub.

"Just push it off after such a hard work. I'll help you deal with the aftermath." Fu Chengwang's eyes were full of distress.

Song Jin'an raised a finger and shook it, and said, "A gentleman should not give up easily. Now that he has achieved this step, he should persevere in the next step."

Speaking of this, he paused, opened his eyes and looked at Fu Chengwang who was massaging him, and said, "I also want to see my own achievements and achievements, and I want to stand taller."

Fu Chengwang kept staring at Song Jin'an, and this meeting looked at him, and asked in a low voice: "What is standing taller?"

Song Jin'an stretched out his hand, and pulled Fu Chengwang, who had already stripped naked, closer to the bathtub, and said with a smile, "I want to be someone who can match you from the worldly point of view on the day I marry you."

Fu Chengwang supported the sides of the bathtub, fearing that Song Jin'an would be crushed, his brows were slightly frowned, and after hearing these words, his eyelashes blinked slowly.

He hugged Song Jin'an and kissed his earlobe: "Fool, who dares to say that you are not worthy of me? Only I am not worthy of you. I am just a businessman with bad money, and you are the most precious young master under the feet of the emperor, yes Great talent, I am the one who will marry you."

Song Jin'an lowered his head and pecked Fu Chengwang's mouth again and again, and said with emotion: "My husband is the best person in the world."

"I really want you to marry me soon. I feel like I can't wait." Fu Chengwang turned over and finally pressed Song Jin'an.

Song Jin'an kept slapping him in the face, scolding him: "Beast! You are so heavy!"

Then came Fu Chengwang's deep and joyful laughter.