Chapter 51

"Eat more if you like." He put vegetables in her bowl.

Yang Yi found that he still ate very little, this person has a strong self-control, right? Generally, people who can manage their own body should have strong will. Yang Yi is easy to be hungry and full. After a few chopsticks, his stomach is full.

When the wine was full, Wang Jiaze asked her, "would you like to go for a walk on the third floor?"

Yang Yi nodded. A meal bought her away, and she had forgotten what precaution was.

Barefoot is on the third floor, on the left is the gym. Yang Yi is a person who has seen the world. He is not surprised to see the fitness equipment of their home which is comparable to that of a gym. All kinds of equipment can not be used. In the middle is the study, which has nothing to say except books full of walls and cabinets. Yang Yi is more interested in the game room on the right.

There are KTV room, game hall, small movie hall. "Do you usually play?"

"Occasionally."

Burn money, invest millions, play only a few times a year.

KTV room sound is very good, Wang Jiaze points Faye Wong's "ambiguous" and hands the microphone to her. Yang Yi said seriously: "do you really want to listen? When I was in college, I had a nickname called Bihai Chaosheng

"What does it have to do with Huang Yaoshi's Bihai Chaosheng song?"

"As long as I start singing, they all have eardrum damage and have the impulse to spit blood."

He would like to hear how amazing she sings. "Try it."

"All right." Yang Yi cleared his voice, slowed down two beats and began to sing, "how can you capture your tenderness, getting closer and closer, but never touching..." Yang Yi held the microphone and sang with great devotion, "how can the lingering love be short? I'm wearing your clothes today. I haven't kept you, but it's still warm..."

She finished singing the whole song, and Wang Jiaze cut the music in a hurry. "Singing is not for you. Let's go."

"How? I think I sang very well today

Seeing that she still had the impulse to sing again, Wang Jiaze took away her Mai, "Bihai Chaosheng hermit really deserves the reputation! I can't see that you can't get five tones. "

"As if you sang very well!" Look at his old-fashioned look, most of the singing is worse than her.

"What if I sing better than you?"

"Then you sing."

He said, "not everyone can hear me sing."

"I think your level is similar to mine. I'm sorry to sing."

But, it doesn't matter. I'm in high spirits tonight. It's OK to sing a song. He left for a moment and brought back a guitar.

Yang Yi is surprised: "you can also guitar."

He said nothing, sat on the sofa and began to tune. She listened quietly, staring at his fingers and the paddles between them in the dim light.

With a brisk sweep of the strings, Yang Yi unconsciously sits upright and listens attentively. It can be seen that his piano skills are very solid. After the prelprelprelaccompaniment, his voice has a low resonance: "br >

< I \" veeverwanted, (and) my arms are open wide

\ "cause you know just what to say

and you know just what to do

and I want to tell you that I love you..."

Yang Yi is intoxicated. "Hello" used to be her favorite English song when she was a girl. But today, I feel that he sings better than the original one. There is a little less melancholy and muted magnetic sound. It has magical power to make people calm down.

At the end of a song, he raised eyebrows and said, "how about it?"

Yang Yi said seriously, "yes, as good as I sing."

Wang Jiaze eyes a low color. "I hope that in the future, children will not inherit your pentatonic defect."

"My father and my mother are good at singing and dancing, and I didn't inherit them. It can be seen that this has nothing to do with heredity." when Yang Yi was a child, she wanted to learn the piano. Her mother said that the piano was too much for everyone, and her father said it was too expensive. If she wanted to learn the accordion, her mother said that it was too noisy for everyone. Her mother said that if she wanted to learn the violin, she said that it sounded like killing pigs and drawing Good painting, good dancing, good calligraphy. That's how her music cell was killed! If she had learned the piano and violin, she might have been something like Maxim. "You look so old-fashioned that you didn't expect to play the piano.""When I finished my homework in high school, I passed by the piano company one day and saw the boss playing the guitar. I thought I could use it to pass the time, so I bought a piano."

“…… Do you feel bored when you finish your homework? When I was in high school, I even wrote questions in my dreams and recited English words in my dreams The difference between people is too big! "Wang Jiaze, are you the kind of person who studies from childhood just like opening a plug-in?"

"When you're ten, do you get a zero in the exam?"

Yang Yi is surprised: "really?"

"Well, there was a period of time when almost all of them got zero marks. My mother was angry and said that she would let me drop out of school. I thought to myself, it's good to drop out of school and never have to study again. "

"Er And then? "

"Then my mother died in a car accident."

The atmosphere suddenly dignified, Yang Yi whispered: "I'm sorry."

"She left, I lost all my dependence, and from that day on, I knew I could only rely on myself. So, from zero to a +, from high school to university, you get the highest scholarship every year. I use the least time to complete my studies and return home to seize power. " He turned to her and said, "do you know why I want to learn computer?"

She looked at him with sympathy in her eyes and shook her head gently.

"Because you can be a competent hacker and hack into Zhengze group's computers."

Unexpectedly.

The stagnant air has accumulated too many emotions ready to burst out. Yang Yi is busy proposing: "let's go and play games."

There are two motorcycle racing cars in the game room. Yang Yi invited him to race together.

"What if you lose?" He asked.

"Lose and be punished."

"What's the penalty?"

"I'll talk about it later. Come on, let's go. " Press the race button, Yang Yi nervously and attentively stares at the screen track, a moment to the left, a sharp turn, playing with fear. It wasn't long before she fell off the track, gameover. She refused to accept it and got up to fight again.

After playing the racing car and the dancing machine, Wang Jiaze was drinking tea on the edge and watching her dance up and down like a little madman.

I've never seen her so unrestrained. Her short hair is flying, her smile is naive and lovely, and her lips are two charming pears. She has no musical talent, so the dancing machine is a little difficult for her, but the more so, the more frustrated she is, the more she enjoys herself.

Looking at, the lip corner stained with smile, eyes deep.

If it was her The future is not out of expectation.