The Rebirth Group's pet little flirt

The brothers at the December Night Club thought that their second master must have forgotten the guzheng in order to chase women.

I was thinking whether to find someone to help deliver it.

In the blink of an eye, the man had put on his coat and came again.

The thin lips were tightly pressed, and the pupils seemed to be stained with ink, extremely black, and no joy could be seen.

He put one hand in his trouser pocket, glanced at the people sitting there: "I'm here to get the zither."

Zhizhi was dazed, looking at the second master's sudden embarrassment, he wanted to laugh and was curious at the same time.

"We know that we wanted Zhang Liang to send it to you. Who knows, you turned back." Zhizhi got up and asked someone to pass the guzheng to the second master.

The second master took it with both hands, looked at the packaged guzheng: "Are these the best?"

"What do you mean?"

Although the second master doesn't understand, but the musical instrument that his sweetheart likes must be matched with the best one.

"How is the quality of the instrument?"

"Ha, Shiyu don't worry, Master is a professional, and of course the things he picks are the best." Zhizhi patted his chest, blinked his slender willow eyebrows, and explained gently and modestly.

Fu Shiyu was awe-inspiring, turned his head to look at the few people in an upright manner, and thanked them.

When he went out carrying those things, the expressions of several people were stunned.

I feel that the second master has become full of gangsters, what's going on?

"What does he borrow the guzheng for?" someone was the first to express his confusion.

But no one answered, it seems that this question is not a question.

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That night, Nan Zhixin hugged Buddha's feet temporarily and began to thank God.

Seeing her comically circling around the guzheng, she felt a headache, and closed the book in her hands with both hands, Fu Shiyu said coldly, "Can this compare to that Nan Yuli?"

"I did this for peace of mind." Nan Zhixin turned her gaze, and glared bitterly at Shi Yu who was sitting there nagging.

It's a mule or a horse, pull it out and yo.

If you haven't tried it yet, how do you know that you can't be Nan Yuli's opponent?

She sat on the stool, put on the prepared tortoiseshell fingers, took a long breath, dropped her fingers, and lingered on the strings of the zither.

Maybe it's because you have played it before, and you put your hands on it, and before you think about it, your hands automatically told her the direction of the piece.

After a while, a beautiful and melodious piece of music echoed in the living room.

Fu Shiyu settled down and stared at Nan Zhixin who was holding flowers in both hands in disbelief, unexpectedly what Zhizhi said was true.

She is really a very talented junior sister in the December night club.

This guzheng is played at the level of a master.

Even he, who doesn't know much about musical instruments, can feel his heart tremble.

At the end of the song, he clapped his hands and applauded.

After getting Fu Shiyu's approval, Nan Zhixin supported his cheek with one hand and asked him, "If I have a competition, can you take time off to watch it?"

Fu Shiyu was tall and tall, in front of the single sofa, he was polite, refined and gentle: "What do you want me to see?"

He asked what you want me to see, emphasizing the content.

But Nan Zhixin met the other party's gaze and replied yes.

"I just want you to go and see." Her wish is to have him around.

Fu Shiyu had a high EQ, and when he heard his wife's request, he turned his back. He clearly wanted to go with him, but he opened his mouth arrogantly: "Look at my mood."

This man, depending on his own mood, finally appeared during the competition.

Appeared in a particularly hasty manner.

But Nan Zhixin, who knew he would arrive a long time ago, was sitting in the car with a guzheng, and saw the other person's face at a glance.

Seeing his eyes coming towards him, he knew that the other party cared about whether he could win the championship.

In fact, in Nan Zhixin's heart, this matter is very important.

It's important to get revenge.

This Nan Yuli wants to turn over this matter.

In the future, they can use these to help Shen Ye deal with the Nan family.

She is from the Nan family, so she can't be indifferent.

"Boss, are you ready?" Ye Qi sent a message.

[Everything is ready, waiting for the game to start in a while. 】

After she sent this line of words, she tapped her fingers lightly on the guzheng packaging bag.

This time is a good opportunity to show off your talents.

Never forget.

"Well, we will pray for the boss and wait for you to win the championship."

Nan Zhixin also posted.

[Okay, I will, and I won't let you guys see my failure. 】

When Ye Qi saw that sentence, she didn't know how to describe the feeling they heard.

There was wind on the arena, and there were many contestants standing in all directions, surrounded by them, with their own musical instruments beside them.

Not wanting to squeeze with everyone, Nan Zhixin went out with the zither after the contestants got ready.

From afar, Fu Shiyu, who saw his wife, called his assistant Wang Wu to help.

At that time, assistant Wang Wu realized that Ms. Nan was also a talented person who kept her secrets hidden.

I participated in the design competition before and won the designer award, and I can play the guzheng in a blink of an eye.

It is impossible to fool them on the field, so they feel incredible.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Shiyu gave Wang Wu a blank look, and ordered in a cold voice, "Go quickly."

Assistant Wang Wu didn't dare to offend the second master, and responded respectfully: "I'll go, don't worry, I'll help Miss Nan right away."

Quickly ran to Nan Zhixin, Wang Wu helped to pick up the guzheng and sent it to the venue.

As soon as he went in, he ran into Nan Zhongyuan, Nan Yuli's father, who came to watch the game for no reason.

"Dad?" Nanzhi frowned proudly.

Looking over at Xunsheng, Nan Zhongyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes were fixed on Nan Zhixin.

The assistant Wang Wu whose eyes fell on her side, of course, the most striking thing was the guzheng.

So is this kid here to compete?
He walked around the corridor, walked quickly to Nan Zhixin, and stared at her musical instrument: "Qinxin, you can do this too?"

Nan Zhixin smiled and was extremely confident: "Well, yes."

"What about you?" Nan Zhongyuan looked at his daughter's posture, clearly meaning to compete.

But he never knew that his daughter also likes guzheng, and can even play guzheng?
Nan Zhixin guessed that her father would come, she looked at him, and smiled peacefully, with a trace of bitterness in that smile, "Dad is here to see Nan Yuli's game, right?"

"Yes, your sister Yuli has been preparing for half a month, just to prepare for this championship." Nan Zhongyuan looked into the distance expectantly, "I really hope that she can realize her dream."

Nan Zhi stuck out her tongue unwillingly: "Doesn't Dad want me to win the championship?"

"You?" Nan Zhongyuan suddenly burst into laughter. He walked up to Nan Zhixin and put his palm on his daughter's shoulder. It wasn't ridicule, but just mistrust, "You never asked Dad to sign up for you. When you were in school, you would fight or cause trouble, how could you go to school to learn guzheng like your sister?"

Nanzhi's confidantes slandered, isn't he motivated, so motivated that he treats himself as an uncle every day?

"Is Dad going to see Nan Yuli?" Nan Zhixin saw that his father was about to leave, so he couldn't help shouting.

Nan Zhongyuan put his hands behind his back, turned his head, and smiled slightly: "I'll go and tell your sister Yuli, and you've come to congratulate her too."

"What congratulations, I'm here for the competition?" Nan Zhixin raised her chin proudly, a little disgusted, "Look at my outfit, which one is less than Nan Yuli's?"

Nan Zhongyuan turned his head, his lips trembling, the game?