Sitting together on the cushion in the living room of Mushroom House, they all stared at Zhang Zifeng's mobile phone screen and browsed the chat records above.

Song Qianqian is in her thirties, so it is normal to find a partner.

But Wang Qing never thought that she would fall in love with herself, who was ten years younger than her.

What made him even more speechless was that she actually found her future wife to inquire about her situation.

Judging from the chat records, at the beginning, she used filming and other things to test whether Zhang Zifeng's relationship with him was really very familiar, or the false brother-sister relationship that was only on the camera.

Then after confirming that the relationship between the two parties was indeed very familiar, the style of her chatting began to change.

I started asking when will Wang Qing be free of time, whether he would live in Canton often, and what type of women he likes, etc.

"I thought her question wasn't right later, so I tried to ask."

Although both of them had turned off the Mai first, the camera was still being filmed, and Zhang Zifeng didn't say it too clearly. He whispered while wiggling the chat records.

On the screen, she asked Song Qianqian directly if she liked Wang Qing, and then she replied to the affirmative answer after being quiet for a while.

It's similar to Huang Lei again, because he is handsome, has a good figure, can cook, and his career is booming now, so he wants to try to get in touch.

"Teacher Huang is a bit awesome, how did he see it?" Wang Qing scratched his head. Why is this the same as Huang Lei said? Or is it that he was too dull before and did not pay attention to these emotional matters and details.

"Then what's going on?" Zhang Zifeng's accent came out of nowhere. "I had known that I would tell her about our relationship directly. Now I have asked so much, and she has said so much. Now I'm not right to point out our relationship."

"Then just pretend that I don't know. When she really comes to play with me, I'll find another opportunity to explain it to her." Wang Qing replied casually, not caring too much about this matter.

However, since Song Qianqian has asked Zhang Zifeng directly about this matter, if he takes the initiative to explain it clearly now, Zhang Zifeng will inevitably be misunderstood and reported by the other party, such as big mouths.

Just wait until Song Qianqian comes to him, he will see the matter "by himself" and then politely reject her and you can exclude Zhang Zifeng.

"You...why do you want to go out with her?" Zhang Zifeng frowned and looked at him, pouting, "Sister Xixi is actually quite beautiful, and has a good figure and is more famous than me. You won't..."

"But I like you, not her." Wang Qing interrupted what she wanted to say next, "I will receive her according to the normal reception method of a friend, and I will also explain this matter clearly."

"Besides, I didn't hide anything from you. You should be willing to be 100% of my feelings."

Zhang Zifeng didn't say anything, stared at him seriously for a while, and then he smiled sweetly, "I wasn't jealous just now."

"What's so jealous about this?" Wang Qing smiled and returned her cell phone. "Hurry up, you can complete today's exercise plan first."

"I know, I know."

Zhang Zifeng put away his cell phone, stood up from the cushion, and whispered: "Sometimes I feel that you look very similar to my mother."

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"I really didn't expect you to play the piano."

In less than half an hour, Zhang Zifeng, who had only done several sets of squats and sit-ups, couldn't stand it anymore and ran to the side to play the electronic piano.

"I learned a little bit, and I have a wide range of interests. I learned a little bit of everything." Zhang Zifeng said proudly, "I know a little bit whether it is painting, photography, or musical instruments."

"Then it's not good." Wang Qing did not hesitate to expose the truth, "Can you be more modest?"

"I'm very modest in front of others, okay." Zhang Zifeng said perfunctorily, "Come on, I'll play a song about Pirates of the Caribbean for you."

"You can still play that song? That one seems to be quite difficult." Wang Qing looked at her in surprise. He had seen the Pirates of the Caribbean, and he had also heard the famous song.

"Hehehe, I only know the simple paragraph in the front, and I am not yet skilled at the back." Zhang Zifeng said embarrassedly, "I just wanted to play the piano after watching the movie, and then my mother bought it for me."

Wang Qing nodded, and did not bother her anymore, but sat next to her quietly watching her prepare.

I carefully looked at the piano score on my phone and tried the pitch.

As her fingers slid on the keys, the familiar music in Wang Qing's mind rang out. Perhaps because he had heard the song by others, he felt it was still very smooth and not as unbearable as he imagined.

The better electronics are actually no different from the piano in terms of tone, but the electronic piano in the Mushroom House was given by the program team. The level is not high and the tone is OK, so it is not as good as the effect played with a piano.

As time goes by, the music begins to become confused. Because Zhang Zifeng is not familiar with the music score, he plays the wrong sound in the subsequent paragraph.

"No, no, no, I'm not familiar with it since here." Zhang Zifeng finally stopped and was unable to play the song intact.

"I like it very much." Wang Qing looked at her with a pity, "It's good to play, it would be even better if I could finish it."

"Do you like it?" Zhang Zifeng asked with a smile.

"I like it very much." Wang Qing nodded, "Under the influence of specific emotions and environments, different music can bring me different emotions, especially this kind of piano music. Sometimes I will listen and sleep at night."

"Yes..." Zhang Zifeng pursed his lips, "Then I will work harder and learn more songs seriously."

"Yes, I thought the bedroom was empty and there was nothing, so I could buy a grand piano to play it." Wang Qing teased her with a smile.

"What bedroom is there? The camera is still filming. Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Zifeng shyly threw a pillow over.

"What are you afraid of? We are all locked up." Wang Qing took the pillow and put it in, "Don't throw things around."

"Is anyone?"

"Teacher He, Teacher Huang!"

But at this moment, two voices came from outside the house, breaking their playful atmosphere.

"Are there any guests here?" Zhang Zifeng looked at Wang Qing.

"It should be, let's go and have a look first." Wang Qing quickly stood up, "There should be two seniors in this issue, and... juniors?"

Listening to this voice, the two younger generations should be the first to arrive.

"How long have you both been locked up after driving the wheat?"

They hurried out of the Mushroom House to greet them, but they heard the director team reminding them that at this time, Wang Qing and the others were embarrassed to turn on the microphone on their collars.
Chapter completed!