Later, Mo Yan hid under the quilt and sent Qingtian a WeChat message asking her to pick him up, which resolved the awkwardness in this small lounge.
Also coming together was Li Weiwei.
Qin Yan looked at these three chirping girls with different styles, and suddenly felt that he was superfluous.
Don't think so, the fact is that it is redundant.
After making sure that Mo Yan was fine and able to talk and laugh happily, he had no choice but to leave.
However, when Mo Yan was sent back to the rental house by the two of them, she saw a box of ancient brown sugar, ginger and a bag of seven-dimensional space placed next to the door. Thinking of the scene in the physical education class, her cheeks turned red unconsciously. The shyness of girls is the embarrassment of social death.
Maybe tomorrow she will get another title of school beauty.
No need to think about it, it must have been given by Qin Yan. With so much, she didn't know that she would drink until the Year of the Ox and the Moon of the Horse. Is this considered a straight man's behavior? There is also a bag of seven-dimensional space, what the hell? Isn’t it embarrassing for boys to buy this thing?
As his expression changed, he heard Qingtian asking carelessly, "Xiao Yan'er, why did you buy so much? Did you start stocking up before Double Eleven?"
"I didn't buy it." Mo Yan replied casually. Her IQ was not that low.
Qingtian had no intention of letting her go, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, which admirer gave it to me? Shouldn't it be sent over after it's been cooked?"
Mo Yan ignored her and pushed the door open and entered the house.
Li Weiwei, on the other hand, looked around with her big eyes, remembering the way Qin Yan looked at Mo Yan in the infirmary, with an expression that said he knew everything, and joked, "It couldn't be from Mr. Qin, right?"
Hearing this, Sunny suddenly became interested.
She was wearing a tight-fitting hip-hugging skirt today. Her graceful figure twisted and moved closer to Mo Yan, who was sitting on the sofa. She knelt on one knee on the sofa, stretched out her fingertips to hook her delicate chin, and opened her red lips slightly. She asked seductively, "Sister, in the past month since school started, I haven't heard that Mr. Qin has a female companion, and he is so interested in you. A rich, handsome, lively man, do you want to consider it?"
Mo Yan looked at her aunty smile and couldn't hold it back. He fell down on the sofa and then laughed, "Hahaha, Qingtian, don't touch me, my stomach hurts, hahaha... You are so tempting, I decided to choose you and I will never change my mind."
"Well, Mo Yan, I suggest you think about it carefully. The job in Qingtian is definitely not as good as Mr. Qin." Not sure if she was stimulated by the phrase "good job," Li Weiwei stood aside and answered calmly.
As soon as she finished speaking, Qingtian and Mo Yan looked at her with wide eyes. Li Weiwei looked like a cute girl, but she was also a rotten girl at heart.
Qingtian reacted immediately and started to take action with a smile, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I didn't expect, I didn't expect, you are like this Li Weiwei, come and let me touch whether mine is bigger or yours is bigger."
"Help, no more playing, no more playing, I'm going to help Mo Yan make brown sugar ginger water." Li Weiwei screamed and ran away, hiding in the kitchen, barely escaping.
After drinking a large cup of warm brown sugar water, the discomfort of the day finally passed. Mo Yan, who had recovered, suddenly remembered the business card. After thinking about it for a moment, he hid in the study and dialed it, "Hello, is this Principal Yu? I It’s ink smoke.”
"Mo Yan? Miss Mo who performs the konghou at Qingxi Club?" The other party sounded a little excited.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I was a little busy the past two days and it was inconvenient, so I'm contacting you now. What do you want to see me for?"
"That's it. My teacher, Mr. Fanshi, a leading figure in the folk music world, wants to gather the best folk musical instrument players in the country to record a folk music documentary. We listened to your performance at Qingxi Club and thought you were very suitable. I wanted to ask if you would like to participate?"
"Teacher Yu, first of all, thank you very much for your and Mr. Fanshi's recognition. But I am not from a major, and I don't have a good resume in music. This skill was passed down from my mother and grandmother. Do you mind?" Mo Yan was more thoughtful and wanted to communicate the unfavorable factors clearly first.
"Resume is not everything, the talent you have shown is the reality. Listen to what you said, your mother and grandmother are both harp players? I wonder if you can tell me, maybe I have heard of their names." Yu Hai smiled. Then, when talking about the harp player, he really thought of a school girl who was also amazingly talented at the time, but later, she died at a very young age. She was really jealous of her talent.
"My mother, named Tang Ningshuang, was also a student at the Weiner Conservatory of Music."
After Mo Yan finished speaking, he didn't hear the other party's voice. Is the signal bad?
She shouted uncertainly, "Teacher Yu?"
After a few more seconds, a sigh came, "Sorry, I didn't expect you to be her daughter. Your mother is one year below me. We worked together back then. She herself is an excellent harp player. It's a pity to think that I have also raised a better daughter..."
"You are exaggerating. My mother has passed away many years ago. I am honored to be able to pass on her skills, so I am willing to join."
"That's very good. You are welcome. Now you can think about what song to use. You can write one yourself or adapt it. I will contact you for details after a while."
"Okay, thank you, look forward to seeing you again."
After hanging up the phone, she couldn't calm down for a long time.
She knew that her level of konghou was not bad, but she did not expect that she would be able to catch the attention of folk music leaders, and she was even invited to participate in the recording of a folk music promotional documentary;
To put it more grandly, it is to contribute to the inheritance of culture; but for her, if one day she stands under the bright sunshine, will she no longer be afraid of the darkness?
Therefore, Mo Yan has a heavy task in her hands. In addition to taking classes and part-time harp performance, she is practicing the harp, writing code, and looking up information. She is so busy that she can't go out to do anything.
The little nurse at Qingxi Club, because of Lao Jiu's strict arrangements, failed to take photos of Mo Yan many times. Finally, she tried her best and got a name from the waiter.
After sending it to Lu Entropy, the little nurse was blacklisted, and the ruthless performance of "D" was very good.
He looked at the dialog box, raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and murmured softly, "Ink smoke, ink smoke, there are many poems when the trees fall, and the ink smoke can be seen when the mountains are dry. That is not a rock, but a piece of beautiful jade."
Then he forwarded the name to Beishan and asked him to check all the file information of this person. Qin Yan must be interested in an interesting woman.
Then Jiang Zhou was asked to book a private room in Qingxi. He wanted to listen to the fairy music again and see the beauty.
Jiang Zhou's call came back quickly, "Master Lu, Qingxi has rejected your reservation."
"Um?"
"The other party said that there was an order from above not to provide you with services." Jiang Zhou is one of Lu Entropy's subordinates. He is an obedient killer with no emotions.
Lu Entropy's smile deepened, and he suddenly understood that it was expected and reasonable, "Oh, forget it."
Qin Yan acted impulsively. He must have known later that he didn't do anything that day, he just touched his arm, but he still refused to let him go to Qingxi Club again. He protected him so tightly, which is said to be on the top of everyone's mind. Not an exaggeration.
As if he had discovered a treasure, he couldn't help but tremble all over, with a strange gloominess on his face;
Stealing Qin Yan's things, especially things that Qin Yan likes, really makes people feel extremely happy.
