Look good

The black Bentley left in the dust. Qiao Xing stood there and reflected on why Wen Changrong remembered that he drank whiskey and licked up the cream when he ate the cake.

Finally came to a conclusion - because he changed whiskey, Wen Changrong had no choice but to change whiskey too.

They were still married on the surface, and he drank strong alcohol and Wen Changrong drank wine, which made Wen Changrong seem too unmanly.

As for the cake...Wen Changrong fed him with his own hands, don't you remember?

Ah!

Qiao Xing learned from the pain, and decided that next time the patron would drink whatever he wanted, and he would eat cake crumbs when the patron fed the cake. He would never be greedy anymore!

Qiao Xing came to a conclusion here, and the black Bentley over there also completely disappeared at the corner of the intersection.

Qiao Xing immediately let go of his thinking expression, and looked left and right like a thief.

After confirming that there were no suspicious people around, he waved to the taxi parked on the side of the road.

"Taxi!"

Whoever is obedient will fuck.

That was a three-hour journey, and he would lose his legs when he walked home.

Pull up the ruthless smelly man.

Pooh.

I didn't give money, so I didn't leave.

……

The taxi came in front of him quickly, Qiao Xing hummed a little tune with his chin raised, and stepped into the taxi.

……

Qiao Xing, who was in the car, shook his phone, but he didn't take a few steps until he got home.

Opening the door, Qiao Xing could only dig out the fat-removing machine he bought on TV shopping a few years ago.

This kind of fat rejection machine can be tied to the stomach, and the machine in front vibrates violently against the belly to achieve the purpose of weight loss.

This kind of machine was very popular in the early years, but Qiao Xing bought it and only used it once, probably because it was cheap. He only felt that the machine would throw out all the internal organs when he wore it on his stomach, so he never used it again.

He took out the machine that had accumulated a thick layer of dust, wiped it, and tied the phone to it.

When the switch was turned on, the machine began to vibrate hummingly.

Well, as expected of a bargain.

Durable, and the amplitude of this vibration... is large enough.

Looking at the beating numbers on the phone, Qiao Xing turned around with confidence and went to wash and sleep.

……

A night without dreams.

Qiao Xing never received a call from Wen Changrong, nor did he hear any news from Wen Changrong.

Except for Shen Qinlan calling him twice to ask about Wen Changrong's recent situation, the days seemed to go back to the past.

He goes to the studio every morning to drink tea, exercise in the afternoon, and eat in the evening.

I had a very pleasant little day.

He plans to go to Hawaii for a while, and he has long wanted to go.

In the early years, he couldn't go without money. Later, when he finally got rich, he was busy with Wen Changrong. Later, Wen Changrong didn't need him so much, and he was always dragged by work.

Now that he has the money, and the work is much less intensive, Wen Changrong doesn't need him anymore.

He finally had time to play.

Hmm... Which time group should I choose?

It is too hot to go to Hawaii in summer, but I heard that the climate is just right in winter.

So...September-November, how many months should we go?

September, he thought.

Students start school in September, and there are relatively few tourists.

No, no, there should be no time in September...

'Ding ding ding' his phone rang again.

Lord Jin is calling.

Qiao Xing hurriedly threw the booklet away and picked up the phone.

Dedicated voice for business: "Mr. Wen."

"Well, it's me." Wen Changrong asked, "Are you in the studio tomorrow?"

"I'm here, I'm here every day." Nonsense, you have to say you're there even if you're not here. Could it be possible that you can't agree to the benefactor's request?

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, I will bring someone to choose a song." Wen Changrong said, "You can listen to his voice at that time. Whether you want to make a new song or choose an old song, we will talk about it at that time."

"...Okay." Qiao Xing responded, "Then I will wait for you in the studio tomorrow."

"Ah."

Hang up over there.

Qiao Xing is a musician by profession. He was originally a little transparent who could only be a shooter. Later, with the help of Wen Changrong, he opened a studio.

Maybe it's talent, maybe it's hard work, maybe it's because of capital operation. He has only been in the industry for four years, and he has released several hit songs, and there are quite a few popular lyrics that have spread all over the Internet. He can be regarded as a small celebrity.

The lovers around Wen Changrong come and go, most of them are big or small stars. It is a win-win thing to bring these favorite gadgets to him to choose lyrics, or to pay for him to compose and write lyrics.

However, it has been almost two months since Shen Qinlan came back, yet he still hasn't met Wen Changrong?

Wen Changrong has a new love...

Qiao Xing couldn't help but feel a little strange.

——But such a question appeared in his mind for less than two seconds before being thrown behind him.

After all, it's none of his business.

Qiao Xing happily shook the pen in his hand, and began to calculate how much money he wanted to cheat Wen Changrong this time.

Hmm... If he brings a big guy, maybe his trip to Hawaii can be extended from seven days to half a year?