My wife was reborn before me

Chapter 103 A Legendary Experience Like a Novel
"What do you want to smell?" Xu Yan first made sure that the smell of stinky tofu on her body had been washed off yesterday, and then handed her hand to Yang Yang.

"Wait a minute, the teacher called us, get in the car first." Yang Yang grabbed Xu Yan's hand and ran towards Qiao Kangyong who was waving at them in the car.

"Old Qiao, you have taken in a couple of students this time? Can you stand it?" Qian Chao, Qiao Kangyong's friend who was driving, laughed at him without any scruples.

"How much do you think love songs account for in popular music...Yang Yang, breakfast is in the back of the car, you can eat whatever you want, and you can talk about other things later when you get to the place." Qiao Kangyong instructed Yang Yang after refuting that he was hurting his friends.

"Okay." Yang Yang took Xu Yan directly into the back seat of the car.

In the back seat of the car are a bag of steamed dumplings and a bag of Xiaolongbao, as well as two bags of warm breakfast milk.

Xu Yan chose steamed dumplings, and Yang Yang picked up Xiaolongbao.

"Now tell me what you want to smell." Xu Yan put a straw in the breakfast milk and handed it to Yang Yang, asking curiously.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a sip of milk first." Yang Yang deliberately delays time by drinking milk.

Xu Yan felt that Yang Yang probably had some crooked idea, and wanted to dig a hole for her to jump, but she just couldn't help it.

Forget it, let's eat first.

Xu Yan picked up a steamed dumpling, and just took a bite, Yang Yang suddenly came over to her neck, and took a deep breath, "The smell of your hormones makes me intoxicated."

Taking advantage of his wife's unpreparedness, Yang Yang turned his head and snatched away the remaining half of the dumpling from her hand.

"I will die on your mouth one day." Xu Yan secretly glanced at Yang Yang, picked up another dumpling, and muttered in her mouth.

To tell the truth, she was moved.Although reason told her that women's hormones are attractive to men, but Yang Yang's behavior all the time, he may be telling the truth.

And a book said that everyone's smell is different.

Is there really such a thing as in the legend that remembering a person's smell will never change until death?

Yang Yang saw that his wife's eyes started to straighten, and knowing that his wife's hydrocephalus was attacking again, he decisively stuffed a steamed bun into her mouth, and said, "I've told you the reason, stop thinking about it, and eat a steamed stuffed bun. "

Xu Yan was a little moved, but as she chewed the bun in her mouth, she immediately realized something was wrong, "Where's the pork in the bun?"

"Oh, I thought you didn't eat it, but ate it yourself." Yang Yang responded without any psychological burden.

This theory made Xu Yan a little unhappy. She picked up a steamed dumpling, bit open the dumpling wrapper, ate the filling inside, and placed the rag-like dumpling wrapper in front of Yang Yang.

"Do you want to eat this way?" Xu Yan simply wanted Yang Yang to know her feelings and thoughts.

Yang Yang's face was happy, he picked it up and put it into his mouth, and then replied: "I can't ask for it."

Xu Yan was discouraged for a while, because she lost.

Her husband's face is too thick.

The two of them were sitting in the back seat of the car, and they couldn't see the two old men in front of them, their heads were covered with black lines.

"Tell me honestly, old Qiao, are you bringing them here purely to retaliate against us older single dogs?" Qian Chao asked Qiao Kangyong in a low voice, his lips still moving, his teeth gritted.

"It's about the same... Pay attention to driving." Qiao Kangyong turned his head and looked out of the car window, regardless of Qian Chao's gritty expression.

For some reason, Luo Nan appeared in Qiao Kangyong's mind.

That summer, he was pulled behind the banyan tree next to the music classroom by Luo Nan, who was about to graduate.

Luo Nan personally said that he would come back to find him after graduating from university, and then marry him.

Qiao Kangyong had heard many female students who were about to graduate say this to her, but he never took it to heart.

Nor did any of the schoolgirls actually come back to marry him.

But I didn't expect that Luo Nan would really come back four years later, and chased him all the way to Nanhu. Although he didn't say it clearly, the look in his eyes revealed everything.

"By the way, old Qiao, you can no longer be described as big or small. You really don't plan to find a close person to spend the rest of your life?" Qian Chao turned his head and said to Qiao Kangyong seriously this time.

"Needless to say so euphemistically, I'm already half buried. When I was young, some of my classmates were already grandpas. At my age, I won't harm others." Qiao Kangyong leaned on the seat, his tone seemed to see through Red dust.

"Yes, Master Qiao is really a master, and he is dedicated to Buddha. I don't plan to be a bachelor for the rest of my life, and go on a blind date in a few days." Qian Chao said as he parked his car in front of a brand new commercial building.

Yang Yang thought that art and music were poor people, but after following Qian Chao into the building, Yang Yang found that the entire seventh floor of the building belonged to Qian Chao's studio.

There are only two professional recording studios in the east and two in the east, making Yang Yang, a social animal with six houses in his previous life, shed tears of poverty.

"Teacher, what does your friend do?" Yang Yang couldn't help being curious, and asked Qiao Kangyong secretly for an opportunity.

"He didn't do anything. He used to play in a band. Then some things happened. He couldn't continue playing. He went home to inherit the rich second generation of the family property." Qiao Kangyong said without any concealment.

"Old classmates belong to old classmates. If you talk nonsense, I can also sue you for defamation." Qian Chao quit immediately, and turned to explain to Yang Yang:
"I'm just a seller of audio equipment, and I occasionally resell some antique musical instruments. I'm three years younger than Lao Qiao, and I'm less than 40 years old. I hope that when you master and apprentice become famous in the future, you will endorse my audio equipment."

"Hehe, if it really comes to that time, the teacher and I can't refuse." Yang Yang said a few words.

It’s okay not to mention, but Yang Yang can already guess that Qian Chao is at least 38 years old when he is three years younger than Qiao Kangyong, but it looks like he is only 28 years old.

Qiao Kangyong at least looked like a mature man, but this Qian Chao looked like a college student, which made Yang Yang, who was bald in his early thirties, envious and jealous for a while.

Sure enough, money can do whatever it wants, and it can be maintained so well.

"Don't delay the business, please have you found all the bands?" Qiao Kangyong ordered Qian Chao to be very rude, but the latter had no complaints.

"What the captain ordered, can I release your pigeons? I asked them to gather here at six o'clock in the morning. Even if they are late, they should be almost here by now."

Qian Chao led several people to a practice room with three-story soundproof glass walls in Chaoyang.

"Teacher, have you formed a band before?" Yang Yang asked casually as he walked in the corridor.

"No, the band was formed by Qian Chao. At that time, my vocal cords were unable to sing due to untimely treatment, so I was invited by him to be the acting captain for half a year." Qiao Kangyong said flatly, as if he was talking about climbing a ladder When he was in the house, it was just as normal for him to give her a hand.

Yang Yang looked at him suspiciously, his voice was useless, and he was invited to be the captain of the band, how could this plot be as fantastical as a novel.

What kind of monster did he save?

Soon a few people stood at the door of the practice room. There were indeed a few people inside, but they were not practicing the score, but gathered together to discuss something.

(End of this chapter)