Transmigrated into his own aunt

Chapter 37
It's a pity that all the money was wiped out by the original owner, that prodigal bitch!
She sadly became a receiver!
Xiao Nanfeng noticed Ying Wanwan's gaze early in the morning, and she still couldn't look away after a long time, and couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you, what's the matter? No way?" Ying Wanwan looked back and asked frankly.

"..."

It was nearly seven o'clock.

The jeep was parked in front of the cafe.

Xiao Nanfeng confessed, "I still have things to do, I'll come pick you up after you get off work."

Ying Wanwan nodded, touched the seat belt beside her with her hand, paused for a second, pressed the seat belt buckle, opened the door and got out of the car.

Xiao Nanfeng stared at her back until she entered the cafe, then started the car and left.

Ying Wanwan stepped into the gate, and heard the sound of a piano coming from inside.

When I entered the door, I saw Ronnie sitting on the piano bench and playing the piano. The well-tailored clothes, noble temperament, the figure of Zhilan Yushu, and his long and beautiful fingers attracted the single women in the cafe to glance at him.

Ying Wanwan couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

I greeted the salesperson at the bar and went to the dressing room to change.

He walked to Ronnie's side without haste or slowness and stopped.

He didn't look up at her until he finished playing the piece, and smiled, "Wanwan is here, how about my new piece?"

Ying Wanwan looked at the stave carefully, and remembered that this was the first album released not long after, and this piece of music did not attract widespread attention at the time.

After a while, she pointed out what she thought was flawed in the song after he became famous, "Here, it sounds a bit awkward."

Ronnie raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes narrowed, "Oh? Why is it so awkward? How do you think it should be changed?"

Ying Wanwan: "."

She just copied his words, how could she change it?
She's not creative!

He smiled teasingly, "It seems that you are pointing blindly."

Ying Wanwan didn't refute. Ronnie graduated from the world's top Curtis Institute of Music. Even if she can change at the tenth level of piano, she wouldn't dare to show off in front of him.

Isn't this playing big swords in front of Guan Gong?
"The next page is also my newly composed piece. It depends on your level of playing the piano. Give it a try?" He gave up his seat.

The future piano master asked her to play a newly composed piece, she couldn't wait, so she nodded and agreed.

After roughly looking at the staff, she is familiar with all his songs, but she has never learned this one. Could it be that it hasn't been released yet?
Compared with his classic scores, this one is relatively immature, but for beginners, it is still a good textbook, and I don’t know why it hasn’t been published.

It's not easy to inquire, she played it according to the staff, and did not forget to flatter her, "It sounds very good."

"But I don't think it's very good." He originally planned to treat it as a free manuscript, but she didn't expect her to like it. "I'll give you a chance to change the content of the score."

Ying Wanwan was flattered when she heard it, but unfortunately she only knew how to play other people's music and knew nothing about composing, so she lowered her head and said honestly, "I don't know."

Ronnie smiled, "Didn't you point out the flaws in the song just now?"

Ying Wanwan: "." She was really shooting herself in the foot.

During the intermission, Ying Wanwan saw that Ronnie was about to leave, so she hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and mentioned the matter of asking for leave.

Ronnie glanced at her, and readily agreed, telling her to come back earlier before leaving.

Xiao Nanfeng came to meet Wanwan on time.

Ying Wanwan changed back into her clothes, and the salesperson went out with her, wanting to see what Xiao Nanfeng looked like.

When I went out to take a look, I saw a jeep parked by the side of the road, and said sourly, "I didn't expect your man to be very capable, and he still drives the official car. What does he do?"

She didn't have time to explain, Xiao Nanfeng came, she just wanted to see him quickly, "I'll talk about it next time when I have time."

He trotted to the car outside, opened the co-pilot's door and got in, "Are you done?"

"Ah."

Although it was freezing outside, the streets were still lively as the New Year approached.

Xiao Nanfeng was not driving fast, and the car was quiet.

Ying Wanwan broke the silence, "I've already asked for leave, have you bought the ticket?" The address of Xiao Qingru's letter is close to the imperial capital, and it will take at least one day from Lingcheng to his house at the speed of the little green skin. Today is Saturday, If you buy a ticket temporarily on Monday, if you can't buy a seat, you can't stand for a day?
Xiao Nanfeng's eyes darkened, "I bought it, it's a sleeper berth."

Ying Wanwan smiled immediately, "The sleeping berth is ready, you can lie down and rest if you are tired, but where did you get the money?" He gave her all his passbooks.

"Of course I took it before I gave you the passbook."

"."

Tickets are bought at three o'clock in the morning on Monday.

On Sunday afternoon, Ying Wanwan started packing her luggage.

I remembered the couplets I bought at a street stall when I went to the town to sew cotton-padded clothes a few days ago, so I found them and pasted them on the door in advance.

There were still a few family members on the second floor, and Qiao Fang was one of them. She opened the door to fetch water from the sink.

Seeing Ying Wanwan stepping on the stool to paste couplets, she looked around, went in and poured out a small enamel pot of oil, passed by Ying Wanwan and sprinkled a little under her feet.

Prepare to wait a while to see how Ying Wanwan fell on all fours and tore the cotton-padded clothes on her body.

Ying Wanwan raised her head to apply glue to the door, but didn't notice that Qiao Fang was playing tricks on her.

After pasting up the couplets on the door, I was about to come down when I caught a glimpse of something like oil on the ground out of the corner of my eye.

It wasn't there just now.

Turning around and taking a look at the corridor, he saw Qiao Fang and Mrs. Li standing at the sink at the end of the corridor from a distance, talking together with their heads hooked.

You don't need to think about it, you know who made the thing under your feet.

Ying Wanwan's chest heaved for a while, avoiding the thing on the bottom of her feet, bent down to take a closer look, and found that it was soybean oil, she dragged her face and silently moved the chair into the room.

Wet the towel, squeezed some water on the broom, and started to clean the door. At the same time, I swept the oil as far as possible into the middle of the corridor, and made slippery marks on the ground.

In the weather where dripping water turns into ice, oil and water are mixed together, and it freezes in a short while.

Qiao Fang has no way to cheat herself!
But since she wants to see herself fall, then let her be fulfilled.

But if she passed by and stepped on it by herself, she should also fall to the ground, right?

snorted coldly.

Go back to the house and close the door, ready to cook dinner.

Just as the rice was steamed, there was a bang, accompanied by Qiao Fang's scream, followed by water flowing into the house through the crack of the door.

Ying Wanwan's beautiful eyes widened, she really fell!
Live it!

Quickly opened the door, glanced at Qiao Fang lying on the ground, "How do you walk, you want to flood my house."

Pick up the broom to sweep the water outside, and don’t forget to use the tongs to pick up the burnt briquettes behind the door, put them on the threshold and lift your feet to crush the briquettes that are considered to be in good shape, so as to prevent water from spreading into the house.

Qiao Fang lay on the ground with a pale face and kept moaning, it seemed that the fall was not easy.

Ying Wanwan looked on coldly, it was Qiao Fang who was helped by the neighbor next door who heard the movement.

"Sister-in-law Lan, my stomach hurts, I have to go to the bathroom to have a look." Qiao Fang moaned in pain, her watery eyes wanted to stare at Wanwan to death.

　The new book list is about to enter the top [-]!not easy!Continue to ask for recommendation tickets!mwah!
　　


(End of this chapter)