The seven years between me and Zha Gong

June [-]th.

The weather was very hot, and the air-conditioning in the Fengcheng Concert Hall was fully turned on. Chen Ningshuang was wearing a purple tube top evening dress, sitting gracefully in front of the piano, and the gorgeous movement overflowed under her fingers.

Fang Qiyan sat in the VIP seat and yawned boredly. He heard the people around talking: "Damn, this girl is so beautiful."

"Isn't it? This figure is really impressive. I heard that he's just a high school student, and he's well-developed, hehehe..."

This is the rich man who came to Fengcheng Concert Hall to receive the influence of elegant art... Fang Qiyan hooked the corners of his lips, with a look of disdain, "It must be very cool to be this girl's boyfriend." A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes Rubbing his hands together, he smiled wretchedly.