Chapter 863

When South Vietnam received the endorsement of Jinzhi electric appliance, I mentioned to him that the di family is also a practitioner.

Qi Tianyu also chatted casually about Qi Tianyu.

Qiu Sijia was invited to attend the exchange conference. Sheng Jingheng was not surprised.

After all, South Vietnam said she could play ten. Of course, he believed it and didn't worry about the impact of this Exchange Conference on her.

"If you want to go, I'll go with you."

Guessed that he would answer this question, South Vietnam smiled: "well, it depends on the mood."

Instead of talking about this, they talked about something else.

Because the food bought by shengjingheng is cooked and raw, the raw needs to be processed a little.

Therefore, Sheng Jingheng went to take a bath first and handed over the kitchen to Nanyue.

It is rare for South Vietnam to see him like this, so he took his mobile phone and put it on the microblog with a trumpet. After looking at the super words, he found the reason.

A bunch of people on the Internet shouted to take off the powder, but in fact, there are still a lot of fans who send and pick up the machine today, and there are a lot of CP powder.

Although he can't let people get too close, the airport is already crowded. He comes and goes, but he still has some unpleasant smell.

This is one of the reasons why he didn't like frequent business before.

It's too troublesome to always fly back and forth, and it's too close to strangers.

Watching the pick-up video, he covered his whole face and felt the stranger's posture across the screen.

Nanyue couldn't help but sigh. The man she loved was still too gentle. She said he had a bad temper, but she never took the initiative to hurt anyone with this temper.

It was always someone else who provoked him first.

I hope Guan Xuan can drive away some fans who just greedy for his face and body and won't consider his feelings.

When it comes to guanxuan, South Vietnam remembers the new song that is about to be completed in these two days.

She put what should be hot and what should be put in the oven. Then she went upstairs and went to the piano room to get the score and a guitar.

Sheng Jingheng only taught her to play the guitar twice, but because of the similarity of music theory, she soon learned it.

The reason why I thought of using guitar instead of electronic organ or other to arrange music.

Naturally, he played the electric guitar at the moment he confessed to her.

She will always remember that scene and want to write something to commemorate it.

When shengjingheng finished washing, he saw her sitting on the sofa in the living room, playing the guitar and humming, while still taking into account the kitchen.

Because he was too lazy to move, he just made a little empty hand, snapped his fingers and closed everything that should be closed.

Aware of his approach, South Vietnam did not stop, but sang a few lyrics, which she was most satisfied with.

Sheng Jingheng looked at her soft eyes and cast a charming light under the light.

At that moment, he understood that this was a song written for him.

Probably considering that he should sing, the South Vietnamese voice changed slightly to neutral, imitating his singing tone.

A few lyrics, singing affectionate, with a slight hoarseness, are more charming than her eyes.

He was willing to fall into it and couldn't extricate himself.

When Nanyue finished singing the second half of the song, the sound of the guitar gradually stopped, and the grand scene Heng Fang just slightly regained his mind.

South Vietnam did not wait for him to respond, but also took the score with some uneasiness and checked whether he had made mistakes.

A moment later, I heard him say in a dumb voice, "it's good. You can graduate."

Nanyue raised his eyebrows. Then he put down the score and looked at him again: "well, does my brother like this song?"

Sheng Jingheng approached her slowly. She unconsciously looked up at him.

"Like," he looked at his clear reflection and was more satisfied than ever, "I prefer people who write songs."