Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

Although Yan Lan got the keys to the house a long time ago, she never went to see it, not even the address sent by Xiao Zhao, Zhuang Yunliu's assistant at the time. She didn't know where the house was, how big it was, and what it looked like. This time he came with Zhuang Yunliu, and he was shocked as soon as he entered the door.

The four-bedroom apartment is on a large flat floor overlooking the river. The decoration style is similar to that of their wedding room. It is low-key and luxurious, and at the same time has some unique designs to avoid stereotypes.

Although it is not a single-family villa with a courtyard like the wedding room, but it is obviously more thoughtful, for example...

A Steinway grand piano placed in a separate space specially set aside in the corner of the living room.

Although I didn't go close to confirm the brand logo, which other piano besides Steinway can show such dignity and elegance in an instant?

What's more, if it can be placed in a dignified house, who is better than Steinway?

Yan Lan was completely stunned on the side of the living room, her eyes seemed to be dazzled by light, she simply didn't know whether it was right or wrong to agree to live here.

"It's too big. It's a waste for me to live alone. And... my half-bottle of vinegar, how can I play Steinway? People will definitely laugh at me if I say it. You, when did you buy it?"

I have to admit that Yan Lan can always get to the point when she asks questions.

Indeed, this house did not have a piano at the beginning. It was later that Yanlan debuted. Zhuang Yunliu realized that Yanlan likes to sing and play the piano and loves music after seeing the breaking video of him playing and singing "letitbe" with the hotel staff.

Although their relationship was tense at that time, and even though he hadn't seen his feelings for Yan Lan clearly at that time, he still...by his instinct, he made someone redesign the layout of the living room, and then brought in a Steinway.

Now in front of Yan Lan, he is too embarrassed to bring up these past events, so he only said in response to the previous one: "Why can't you play the Steinway? No matter how expensive it is, it is just a piano, and things will never be important to anyone." , you have to straighten your mind, the house is too. And obviously you are not the only one living here." Smiling, he looked at Yan Lan, stretched out his hand and tugged at the hem of his sweater, "There is still it."

Zhuang Yunliu folded his arms leisurely and contentedly, "Of course, if you still feel that there are few people, then..."

Yan Lan knew what he wanted to say, even if it was a joke, she didn't want to hear it.

Getting your clothes pulled all of a sudden is embarrassing enough.

But standing in the house provided by the other party, he couldn't get angry or get angry, so he could only run away quickly and pretend to look elsewhere.

Zhuang Yunliu's smile gradually deepened behind his back, followed him and said, "Are there any dissatisfaction?"

"No." Yan Lan walked around quickly, and finally stood at the door of the master bedroom, raising her head slightly, "How much is the rent?"

Zhuang Yunliu crossed his arms: "Just make sense..."

"I can't stand it if you do this." Yan Lan turned her face away.

Zhuang Yunliu was helpless: "Okay, okay, then you say."

Yan Lan simply turned on her mobile phone to search for nearby prices, and found the highest price for Zhuang Yunliu to see.

Zhuang Yunliu hesitated for a moment: "Then it will be settled monthly, no deposit is required, and there is no need to sign a contract."

Yan Lan lowered her eyes and leaned against the wall, "Then... I'll increase it by another ten percent. Your house should be the best here, and it wouldn't be rented out under normal circumstances."

Zhuang Yunliu smiled chicly: "Under normal circumstances, I don't make money by renting a house."

Yan Lan raised disapproving eyebrows, and the two stood close to each other in the corridor. Zhuang Yunliu wanted to take a step forward to hold him down for a moment, but fortunately he restrained it in time.

In the end he took a step back and sighed deeply: "Okay, kid Yanlan, I'll listen to you."

Yan Lan reluctantly whispered, "Don't call me that."

"Lanlan won't let you bark, and the little friend Yanlan won't let you bark either." Zhuang Yunliu showed a distressed expression on purpose, and then lowered his head even closer: "The big friend Yanlan?"

Yanlan: ...

He was a little suffocated again, stretched out his hand to push Zhuang Yunliu, and walked to the living room alone.

Zhuang Yunliu stood where he was, still not satisfied, and soon a reminder came from his mobile phone. When he opened it, Yan Lan paid four months' rent directly.

He has thought about it.

Living here is indeed the best choice at the moment. I will soon enter the third trimester, and there is no need to move until my body recovers after giving birth, but...

I don't know what will happen in the future, but after all, I can't live forever. It's just right to pay for four months in advance.

Xiao Sizhuang, who was of no avail, of course understood, he took the money with a smile, went to the living room and saw that Yan Lan was sitting on the sofa with his back to him.

Probably digesting the shame and anger of being molested.

Zhuang Yunliu didn't bother him, walked to the piano, looked at the river view from the French window, then opened the piano cover, and pressed a few notes casually.

The feel and tone...

It's Steinway.

"Would you like to play it?" He looked over.

After a while, Yan Lan said without looking sideways: "No."

"Why?" Zhuang Yunliu smiled confidently, "Give it a try, things are indeed not important to anyone, but the difference between things is quite huge."

"No, I don't play as well as you."

"Huh? So you care about this?" Zhuang Yunliu couldn't laugh or cry, "But you learn faster than me, or you are better."

"Anyway, I don't want it." Yan Lan insisted, "And why should I play it for you?"

Zhuang Yunliu was helpless: "Okay, then I'll play it for you, for you and the little baby, what are you playing..."

Zhuang Yunliu sat down on the piano bench, put his hands on the keys, raised his head and thought for a while, with a smile in his eyes.

His hands were big and powerful, spreading between the black and white keys, and the notes sounded like flowing water.

The Steinway's sound is outstanding, and the living room is large enough to create natural surround sound.

First is the deep bass, like singing and whispering in the middle of the night, and after a while, it is the bright alto, which makes people feel relaxed and peaceful, and then the octave performance is high-pitched and loud, like a strong expression of heartfelt feelings.

Liszt's "Dream of Love".

The classic piano piece by the master of virtuosity, the theme is also a rare narration of love.

Obviously, Zhuang Yunliu hasn't practiced the piano for a long time. He forgot many places, played many places wrongly, and many places were confused. He often stopped and thought about it before continuing. Play the places I remember over and over again.

This kind of performance is full of problems, but Yan Lan is still attracted.

The sound of the piano calmed him down. He turned his head and looked at Zhuang Yunliu sitting there in front of the clear floor-to-ceiling windows, wearing a shirt and trousers, as if he had returned to the appearance he had seen for the first time in an instant.

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Not long after, Zhuang Yun stopped and sighed guiltily: "Hey, I played it too badly. I can't help it. I'll just listen to it... and change to another one suitable for babies, "Trout Quintet"."

Zhuang Yunliu did not become a pianist, but his studies since childhood were professional and orthodox.

All he plays is classical music. "Trout Quintet" is Schubert's famous chamber music. It is bright, lively and varied. It sounds like you have entered a colorful, harmonious and beautiful forest, where plants and animals are alive. Come here, the swimming fish jumps, the brook sings, the flowers and plants dance, as if they are playing with you.

The reason why Yan Lan knew this piece of music was because it appeared in elementary school music textbooks, and the teacher played it for everyone in class.

And the reason why I still remember it is because even though it was just a song, it brought a moment of light and happiness to him who was once in darkness and pain.

When he was a child, he used to let his imagination fly with the music played by his teacher, and he had a moment of leisure and respite. For the first time, he realized that the world is big and there can be happiness in life. The power of the heart.

He remembered the name "Trout Quintet", but time has passed, and if he hasn't listened to it these years, it is equivalent to forgetting.

Now that the memory suddenly came back, it was never expected to be listening to Zhuang Yun's bullets.

The little baby in the belly seemed to be really touched, and for a while, it flexed its fists and kicks wantonly, making a lot of noise.

Yan Lan couldn't help relaxing her body, sinking into the corner between the backrest and armrest of the sofa, with her palms resting lightly on her abdomen, sometimes bowing, and sometimes adjusting her sitting posture with the rolling of the fetus, her mood changed from the initial emotion to a small one. Little depressed.

Zhuang Yunliu is quite good at amusing children.

It's a pity that he wasn't the one who conceived the child. He was so proud of himself that he was so beautiful, but he suffered all the hard work.

"Trout Quintet" was still played intermittently and incompletely. It took Zhuang Yunliu a while to enjoy himself. He stopped playing the piano and walked back. When he saw Yan Lan nestling on the sofa with his hands on his stomach, he was startled.

"What's wrong with you?!" He bowed nervously.

Yan Lan rolled her eyes at him: "You played too loudly and badly, it was frightened."

"Ah?!" Zhuang Yunliu showed doubts on his face, but he didn't dare to disbelieve, "Really?"

The expression was very funny, as if he had suddenly become a child who had done something wrong.

Yan Lan didn't want to spare him easily, so she said more seriously: "Really, do you know that sudden shock may cause premature delivery."

"Ah?!!!" Zhuang Yunliu's eyes widened in horror, "Then now..."

"It's okay now." Yan Lan whispered, seeing Zhuang Yunliu poking his head over, she quickly turned her face away.

Zhuang Yunliu sat next to him, put his arm on the back of the sofa, and asked worriedly: "Is it really okay? Didn't you try to be brave?"

Poor Mr. Zhuang, who has always been smart, took the bait so foolishly this time. Yan Lan was a little helpless and moved, and said calmly: "Really, it's just a little bit more violent than before. Don't be nervous, you don't want to take it." What do you mean by guilt?"

Following Yan Lan's words, Zhuang Yunliu's eyes moved to his stomach.

Maybe it's because he stretched out his hand to put it there, maybe it's because the sweater he's wearing today is no looser than yesterday's, and the fabric is thinner and smoother, maybe it's because it's really long...

Anyway, his belly looks bigger today than it was yesterday, and it seems to really... jiggle occasionally.

Is this fetal movement?

Zhuang Yunliu felt it was amazing, and he felt a strong sense of paternity, responsibility and sacredness as a father.

He couldn't help asking: "Yanlan, can I, can I touch it?"

Yan Lan was stunned for a moment, her face, ears and neck suddenly turned red.

I am almost seven months pregnant, and no one has ever touched me except myself and the doctor...

No, Zhuang Yunliu has touched it before. Last time in the clubhouse, he hugged him hard...

He must have felt it.

But it is still different from this kind of active and specialized touching.

This touching is continuous.

The stomach is different from the shoulders and arms, and it is somewhat private, not to mention she is pregnant.

How could he let Zhuang Yunliu touch him?

If he did that, he would definitely jump up.

And what is the relationship between them now, they dare to make such a request, it is really pushing an inch.

Yan Lan was a little ashamed and angry, her hands clenched the sofa leather, her body kept moving in the opposite direction, but it was a pity that she had already moved to the end and had nowhere to go.

Zhuang Yunliu looked at him blankly: "Yan Lan, I..."

"No." Yan Lan categorically refused, stood up "shua" and left, "I'm going to deal with work, you don't want to come over."

Zhuang Yunliu turned his head and looked at the back of the fleeing figure, the little regret on his face turned into a smile, and then turned into joy: "Okay! Then you have already moved in, I will find someone to change the lock for you now! "

Yan Lan didn't answer, he hid in the study room, but didn't close the door completely, leaving half of it open, and from the corner of his eye, he could see many scenes of the living room.

Zhuang Yunliu walked slowly around the living room, called to talk about changing the locks, and after giving the order, he went to the dining room for a while as if he was the master, and then came back with a glass of boiled water, and continued walking go.

It's like wandering around the house if you have nothing to do, looking around to see if something is wrong, and just fiddle with it.

Yan Lan was confused immediately: Who actually lives here?

In fact, when Zhuang Yunliu played the piano just now, he was in a trance.

That scene was just like... a family of three relaxing in the afternoon on a holiday.

Zhuang Yunliu was too self-assertive.

I can only comfort myself by saying that he is the landlord and he came to look at the house on the first day, which is understandable.

After adjusting her mood, Yan Lan took out her mobile phone, prepared carefully, and dialed Zhou Ming's number.

But his preparation was in vain.

Zhou Ming still refused to answer, so he called his agent again. He didn't say anything about the termination of the contract, but asked about Zhou Ming's situation first, and it turned out...

After finishing a few words quickly, he hung up the phone and stayed alone for a while, before finally walking out with a bitter face.

Zhuang Yunliu, who was admiring everywhere in the living room, was surprised when he saw him, and asked like an enemy, "What happened?"

Yan Lan lowered her eyes, clenched the phone tightly in her hand, raised her eyes again, and said, "Zhou Ming is hospitalized."