His son has seven cheap fathers

Faced with the beauty's invitation, Zheng Qian did not refuse, which made the woman think that she was having a show. Before entering the dance floor with Zheng Qian, she glanced at Ji Ling, her expression vaguely victorious.

Ji Ling's face remained calm, he was not interested in being jealous.

Others saw that the woman was so smooth, and some people also tried to go this way, although they couldn't hook up with Zheng Qian, it would be better to hook up with others.

After all, any one twisted out alone is rich and handsome.

Before Fa Xiao, he jumped in a car field. Few of the people who came this time made him feel bright, so when someone came, he directly refused.

Compared with these people who have their desire for money written all over their faces, Zheng Qian has a little more interest in Ji Ling when he was young.

Although he doesn't play with both men and women like Zheng Qian, but aesthetically, he is almost the same as Zheng Qian.

If a woman had Ji Ling's appearance, she would definitely be able to do it when she was young.

"...Do you have any sisters?" Fa Xiao raised his eyes and asked Ji Ling.

Ji Ling turned his head and noticed the sharp light in Fa Xiao's pupils. He paused for a few seconds and replied, "No, I'm the only one in my family."

"Represent these?"

"Yes, there are, but there are not many contacts, and they are not in Yizhou." If Ji Ling was not sure about the intention of asking him this question just now, then Ji Ling guessed it right now.

Zheng Qian's young He Qing was trying to hit the people around Ji Ling.

He Qing was a little disappointed. He thought that beauties could be wholesaled. He turned his eyes to Zheng Qian, who was embracing and dancing with a woman on the dance floor. The two danced beautifully in the middle of the dance floor, and almost became the focus of attention of the whole audience.

"By the way, I heard from Zheng Er that you seem to be learning the piano recently. How is it going?" He Qing opened up the topic.

"Generally, it can't be compared with professional performers." Ji Ling is very humble.

"This dress suits you very well today, how about playing a song later?"

He Qing seemed to be smiling and friendly, but his tone had a hint of coercion in it. Yizhou was big and small, but they had never seen Ji Ling before, and they had never heard of a man in Yizhou. The well-known surname Ji, He Qing has a keen eye, and found that Ji Ling pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, but in reality he seemed a little restrained, and there was a high probability that he was not a person of status.

After inferring in this way, He Qing positioned Ji Ling's position on Zheng Qian's bed partner, that is, a bed partner, so there is no need to treat him with an equal attitude.

Not only He Qing is like this, but most of the people in his circle have similar ideas.

"I can't play well." Ji Ling received a little threat from He Qing.

Today's dance is hosted by He Qing, that is, as the host, naturally he doesn't like to be disobeyed.

"It doesn't matter if you can't play well, just play whatever you want. I want to see you sitting in front of the piano." It happened that Ji Ling was dressed in white and the piano was pure black. Thinking about the scene, He Qing felt that it must be beautiful.

As for whether it will make Ji Ling lose face because of this, that is not something he will care about.

He only cares about whether he will be happy.

He Qing didn't want to see Ji Ling refuse again, put down the bar, walked up to Ji Ling in two steps, raised his arm, and the next moment it fell on Ji Ling's shoulder.

The outward expression looks kind, but the smile on the corner of the mouth makes the heart tense for no reason.

There were a lot of people around, and they were all paying attention to them. Ji Ling couldn't resist, and He Qing walked towards the piano passively with his arms around his shoulders.

A piano piece is about to end. Zheng Qian, who was dancing on the dance floor, saw Fa Xiao and Ji Ling go to the piano from the corner of his eyes. Zheng Qian didn't think that Fa Xiao would rob him. Fa Xiao, but Zheng Qian knew that Fa Xiao would not snatch someone from him.

At the end of a piece, He Qing motioned for the performers to get up, grabbed Ji Ling's shoulders with both hands, and sat down Ji Ling on the piano bench with a smile.

"Which one do you know?" There was a sheet music on the piano, He Qing took it down and handed it to Ji Ling.

With his arms stiffened, Ji Ling took the sheet music. He looked back and forth with his eyes lowered, his expression full of embarrassment, as if he didn't even know how to take a single sheet.

"You don't know any of the above? Then play a song that you know yourself."

He Qing still gave Ji Ling a step, but this step is about the same as the one with no height.

Ji Ling raised a pair of bright red phoenix eyes, which looked like a sea of ​​stars, and looked at He Qing with a pleading gaze, hoping that He Qing would not embarrass him like this, He Qing was really impressed by Ji Ling's helpless appearance It was touched, but at the same time, He Qing wanted to hear Ji Ling play the piano even more.

Even if the other party plays a song at random, Ji Ling in a pure white dress sitting in front of the piano is quite a pleasing picture.

Zheng Qian on the dance floor pushed aside the crowd and walked towards the piano. Ji Ling saw Zheng Qian coming, and immediately looked for help. Zheng Qian smiled, and the smile was no different from that of He Qing.

So Ji Ling knew it was useless to ask Zheng Qian for help.

"You don't play well, don't laugh at me." Ji Ling lowered his eyes, as if he had given up his resistance. If he really made a fool of himself, he could only blame himself for his bad luck.

Ji Ling raised his hands and put them on the black and white piano keys. Those hands were slender, with well-defined joints, and they were as perfect as fake. Ji Ling didn't let them go immediately, but now recalled in his mind that it took two months to finally learn how to do it. He remembered the score of a certain piece of music, and Ji Ling recalled it back and forth.

As soon as the fingers fall down, there may be stagnation in the first few notes, and the smoother the later.

And the eyes of the people in the hall were all attracted by the suddenly passionate and surging music.

This piece is familiar yet strange, but each syllable is connected very smoothly.

People gathered in the direction of the piano involuntarily, and all of them stood and stared at Ji Ling who was playing among the crowd.

The young man was dressed in white, and his beautiful fingers played smoothly and quickly on the black and white keys. His eyes fell on the keys, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved. At that moment, he was as beautiful as an angel. Record it.

This high-tempo piano piece has a total of more than seven minutes. During this period of time, everyone's eyes basically never moved away from Ji Ling.

He Qing, who asked Ji Ling to play at the beginning, changed from being surprised at the beginning to being immersed in the passionate and inspiring notes later. He had gone to a professional concert.

Although I know that Ji Ling's performance may not be comparable to that of a professional master, but at this level, being able to play such difficult pieces, Ji Ling does not look like someone who has just learned the piano.

Either Ji Ling is lying, or Ji Ling is really good at music.

No matter which one, at least at this moment, He Qing is a little impressed by Ji Ling.

Zheng Qian narrowed his eyes slightly. Regarding Ji Ling's past, Zheng Qian knew a general idea. What he asked people to investigate at the beginning was only Ji Ling's current situation. Regarding Ji Ling's past, what Zheng Qian was thinking at the time Yes, it's just a plaything that interests him. It doesn't matter what the other party has done in the past or what experience he has.

But this night, at the ball, Ji Ling showed a completely different side from the past, which made Zheng Qian interested in Ji Ling's past.

He thought that Ji Ling was at best a skinny guy. Right now, Ji Ling is sitting in front of the piano with his back straight, and his whole body exudes a noble and inviolable aura. This kind of aura seems quite abrupt. , but unusually harmonious, as if Ji Ling was born to be like this.

She and the yes person who once slept under Zheng Qian's body seemed to be two people, at most they looked the same.

If someone suddenly came out and told Zheng Qian that the person in front of him just had the same name as the person in the past, Zheng Qian thought he might really believe it.

He didn't believe that a person could change so quickly in a short period of one or two months.

At the end of a passionate piano piece, Ji Ling stopped his hands and slowly got up from the piano bench. He turned around and bowed to the people who were listening to his music quietly like a real player.

There was such a moment of silence, as if not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Then came thunderous applause.

Ji Ling stood upright, with a smile on his eyes, in the middle of the crowd, for a certain moment, he was like an uncrowned king.

The applause lasted for quite a while, until the performer in front sat back to play again, the performer fell on Ji Ling's gaze, and looked very enthusiastic. If it wasn't for his duty, he really wanted to talk to Ji Ling of.

He has studied piano for many years, but he knows in his heart that he does not have much talent and relies entirely on his own efforts.

After listening to a piece of Ji Ling's song, he intuitively felt that Ji Ling was the kind of existence that he could only dream of, and that the other party's talent was something he admired.

It's just that Ji Ling left from this corner later, leaving behind the figure of the performer who was gradually concealed.

When Ji Ling played at home, he rarely talked about such emotionally intense pieces. He was a pregnant woman, so he was more suitable for playing softer pieces.

But to be honest, after a few minutes like this, Ji Ling really felt hearty and hearty. He poured a lot of emotion into the song, and for him, it was like a kind of catharsis.

As for acting, Ji Ling got in and out easily, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be affected by the drama.

He is a mortal, his heart is made of flesh and blood, so he must have influence.

Compared with other people, Ji Ling just solved it more easily than most of them.

For example, sometimes eating a meal can help Ji Ling reduce those influences.

The same is true for playing the piano here.

The result of this resolution method is that when Ji Ling looks at Zheng Qian again, he feels that this person is not as disgusting and disgusting as before.

But don't like it or don't like it.

"You played very well." Zheng Qian's appreciation was sincere.

Ji Ling's cheeks were blushing slightly, and his eyes were so bright that it was hard to turn his eyes away.

"In fact, several places were played wrong." Ji Ling said a little embarrassedly.

"I didn't hear it."

Hearing what Zheng Qian said, the light in Ji Ling's eyes seemed to be brighter, obviously happy Zheng Qian's praise.

He was happy, and Zheng Qian was also in a good mood. He thought Ji Ling had a better face, but now it seems that Ji Ling is a treasure, and there are more things waiting for him to dig.

This kind of slow digging process also made Zheng Qian's heart move.

The woman who danced with Zheng Qian came over, and she felt that she had a chance, for example, tonight, she would spend a good night with the rich and excellent Zheng Qian, but she just walked in, and she hadn't had time to say anything , Zheng Qian cast all his gazes over, the evil gazes instantly chilled the woman from head to toe, she didn't even dare to move, maintaining a posture that could be called funny.

For Zheng Qian, the beauty of a woman can't attract his interest at all. The other party can't even match half of Ji Ling's.

The dance is still going on, and everyone basically knows that Ji Ling is Zheng Qian's person, and it is even more strange that Ji Ling is so handsome.

He Qing didn't go with him, but before Zheng Qian and the others walked away, He Qing put a hotel room card in Zheng Qian's pocket, and patted him on the shoulder, saying that if Zheng Qian had something to do, he could leave first. .

What this matter points to, the two who have known each other for many years know it well.

Zheng Qian and Fa Xiao looked at each other and smiled.

The piano music fluttered, but the pieces were not as touching as Ji Ling's, but there were still many men and women embracing and dancing on the dance floor.

Zheng Qian turned his eyes to look at Ji Ling, and asked Ji Ling if he wanted to dance.

"I won't." Ji Ling shook his head, he is a pregnant woman, and he is not suitable for this kind of intense pas de deux.

"No, I can teach you." Zheng Qian smiled warmly, no matter how you look at it, he looks like a good man.

Ji Ling still refused, and he suddenly said: "I'm actually a little hungry, I didn't eat much before."

There wasn't much food at the dance, but more wine, and Ji Ling wouldn't even touch things like wine.

"Hungry? Then go out and eat something." Zheng Qian immediately stood up and said he wanted to leave.

"Mr. Zheng, where is your friend?" Ji Ling looked towards the host of the ball.

Zheng Qian pinched Ji Ling's chin, turned Ji Ling's face back, the corners of his lips curled up, and his smile became evil in an instant.

Zheng Qian bent slightly, leaned close to Ji Ling's ear, and said in an ambiguous tone: "When I'm here, it's better not to look at other men."

Ji Ling's ears turned red in an instant, and his face was so red that it was stained with rouge. Seeing Zheng Qian's heart moved, he almost kissed him.

He didn't post a novel, and then Zheng Qian took Ji Ling out of the ball, and Fa Xiao watched the two figures gradually walk away from behind them.

When He Qing pulled his gaze back, he happened to see a thin and thin figure that seemed strange, as if he was chasing something. When he looked for it carefully, there was no trace of that figure. He guessed that he might have seen it by himself. Wrong, He Qing ignored the other party.

Ji Ling, who had already walked out of the hotel, got into Zheng Qian's car not long after.

The car was driving forward in the darkness, and just after driving out for a while, a stumbling figure quickly chased after the gate outside the hotel. The man grabbed the wall with his fingers vigorously, scarlet blood flowed from his palm, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. His exposed wrist was also full of mottled scars of different shades.

The young boy's eyes looked particularly terrifying, and his entire face was distorted and hideous due to jealousy and anger.

Zheng Qian didn't want him because he had a new servant, which was originally his position, but now he was banned by the man with a seductive smile on his face.

He is not reconciled, he is not reconciled at all, Zheng Qian is his master, and he should be the only servant.

The boy took his hand off the wall, and he looked down at his palm. At the reception just now, he was angry and crushed a cup, causing a sharp pain.

It's just that when he thinks that this sharp feeling is caused by Zheng Qian, the boy not only doesn't feel uncomfortable, but has a kind of morbid pleasure.

He will become what he is today, probably the result of Zheng Qian's training, Zheng Qian is his first master, and only Zheng Qian can make his extreme happiness more.

Zheng Qian couldn't abandon him.

The boy raised his eyes suddenly, with a frenzied and frightening expression on his face, he would not let Zheng Qian abandon him.

Zheng Qian took Ji Ling to a restaurant, where Ji Ling ate alone, while Zheng Qian sat across from him and looked at Ji Ling.

Being stared at like this all the time, Ji Ling picked up the chopsticks, feeling a little uncomfortable, just when Zheng Qian's cell phone rang, he told Ji Ling to feel free to eat whatever he wanted, and he went to the side to answer the phone.

After getting up and leaving, Ji Ling took a sip of hot water from the cup next to him. At this time, his face was so flat that there was no trace of the meekness and obedience he had when facing Zheng Qian.

Of course Ji Ling was not hungry, Ji Ling actually saw the scene where He Qing gave Zheng Qian the hotel room card at the dance.

If he didn't say that he was hungry, he would probably have gone to have a room with Zheng Qian, and Ji Ling has reached his limit by now, if he stays with Zheng Qian for a while, Ji Ling is really afraid that he will vomit out nauseatingly .

But that's obviously not good for his health, no matter how he is pregnant with a baby now, he has to take good care of his body very, very much.

Zheng Qian's phone call took a while, and when he came back, the dishes on the table had been reduced a lot. Ji Ling wiped his mouth with a paper towel, no matter his actions or demeanor at that time, there was a kind of natural elegance. in.

Sometimes Zheng Qian thinks that Ji Ling is like a rose exuding a seductive fragrance, and sometimes he thinks that Ji Ling is like a pure white lily, no matter which one, they all stir Zheng Qian's heart.

Zheng Qian asked Ji Ling if he had finished eating, and Ji Ling nodded with a smile.

The two returned to the car, and no one said where to go next. After all, they were the ones who had rolled the sheets, and it was at this time, and it was still a night like this.

The car is driving at high speed, tall buildings are outside the car window, thousands of lights are on, and behind each light are their own stories.

Ji Ling turned his head, it seemed that he was watching the night of the city quietly, but in fact Ji Ling's right hand was already in his pocket, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he quietly took out the 'blood bag' that had been prepared all along.

Taking advantage of turning his head slightly, Ji Ling stuffed the 'blood bag' into his mouth.

Ji Ling bit into the blood bag made of tomato sauce, and the tongue coating instantly tasted sweet and greasy.

The car was about to reach the finish line, the speed slowed down, and the shadow of a high-end hotel was already visible in front of it. Just as he was about to turn the corner, Ji Ling suddenly coughed, and the coughing became more and more severe, until his face was flushed red.

Hearing this voice, Zheng Qian next to him immediately turned on the overhead light, and as soon as he turned his eyes, Zheng Qian caught a sharp glimpse of Ji Ling's hand covering his mouth with a bit of glaring scarlet.

Zheng Qian looked at Ji Ling who suddenly coughed and vomited blood, and was taken aback for a moment. He liked to see blood on the bed, but that was more of a special hobby, but under other circumstances, Zheng Qian didn't like to see blood. blood.

Changing lanes and quickly parked the car on the side of the road, Zheng Qian took several pieces of paper and handed them to Ji Ling.

Ji Ling took the tissue and gave Zheng Qian a grateful smile. It was this smile, which looked weak no matter how you looked at it. Zheng Qian frowned.

Knowing today's plan, I have to cut it halfway.

He is not so hungry and thirsty as the last person who was seriously ill and vomited blood. In the eyes of most people, vomiting blood is definitely not a small problem. In this respect, Zheng Qian belongs to most of the ranks.

He couldn't have guessed that the red he saw in front of his eyes was not blood at all, but ketchup, but Ji Ling's acting skills are good, no matter how you say, he is a person who has lived three lives. Easy.

Zheng Qian reached out and stroked Ji Ling's hair, as if to comfort him: "I'll take you to the hospital."

Ji Ling lowered his eyes, his entire expression was dimmed, and there was a word full of apology between his lips and teeth: "I'm sorry."

Because I suddenly vomited blood, I apologized to Zheng Qian, I was sorry for Zheng Qian, and spoiled Zheng Qian's interest.

Zheng Qian likes training, and he likes obedient and sensible people, but Ji Ling's obedience at this time, Zheng Qian understands that it is the other party's sincere approach, not a character formed through acquired training.

Zheng Qian looked towards the front of the car, but did not respond to Ji Ling's apology.

The car was on the road again, until it arrived at the hospital, the car was quiet and even deadly, except for the sound of the engine working.

When they arrived at the hospital, Zheng Qian didn't get out of the car, but gave Ji Ling a bank card, and asked Ji Ling to go to the hospital by himself.

Ji Ling hesitated for a few seconds, but still took the card.

Pushing open the door to get out of the car, Ji Ling was standing on the side of the road, Zheng Qian glanced at Ji Ling's thin and thin figure outside the car, without any warning, Zheng Qian felt a little pitiful for the other party.

But Zheng Qian didn't do much, and drove away in the car, leaving Ji Ling alone in the cold and windy night.

Standing on the side of the street for a while, Ji Ling took the card to his eyes and looked carefully. He guessed that this card was probably a secondary card, and Zheng Qian would have news about how much money he spent.

Ji Ling raised his lips and smiled, turned around, and really walked towards the hospital.

If he doesn't go in, then this lie will be self-defeating.

So even if he is in good health, he has to go to the hospital for some checkups and spend Zheng Qian a little money.

Walking to the hospital, Ji Ling did some routine examinations, and the total cost was less than 1000 yuan.

After paying the money, Zheng Qian's mobile phone immediately received a text message, he looked at it, and then put the phone away, Zheng Qian went to a bar he invested in, called Fa Xiao, and asked the other party to come over after the dance .

After coming out of the hospital, Ji Ling stopped a taxi on the side of the road and got into it. Four to five ten minutes later, Ji Ling returned to the rented place of Shangdong Sunshine himself.

Although this room is not luxurious, it is his private space, his own place, and it is comfortable to stay in.

Sitting on the sofa, Ji Ling checked the text messages on his phone. Qi Yuan sent him a lot of text messages before, but Ji Ling would be in the car and didn't reply right away.

The text message mentioned that next Wednesday there will be a concert at Dongjiao Concert Hall, and Qi Yuan got two tickets for the VIP seats, asking Ji Ling to go with her then.

Either in a negotiating tone, or to tell Ji Ling about it.

Because from Qi Yuan's point of view, Ji Ling usually lives at home and the cake shop, and she still doesn't know about Ji Ling and Zheng Qian.