Chapter 464: He put his hand on my lap and told me that we might be the same person

Chapter 464, he put his hand on my lap and told me that we might be the same person
In Cheng Yiran's view, being able to become the gold master behind Feiyun Entertainment will inevitably have huge assets.
Well, this Mr. Zhong’s home is not as gorgeous as the palace, at least it should be the kind of independent villa that is unique.
But in fact, it is much simpler than he expected.
Of course, even if it seems simple, it is not a place where the working-class people can buy it.
In front of the door, Cheng Yun suddenly stopped and curiously watched Cheng Yiran. This time, only Cheng Yun took Cheng Yiran, and even did not even call the driver, Cheng Yun opened his own car.
Cheng Yun was curious at this time: "Yes, your guitar doesn't have to be carried. In the car, if you go in like this, it doesn't look good."
He found that Cheng Yiran was still carrying a guitar at this time, and he could not help but be a bit strange.
Of course, it is not too strange. For example, some people are crazy, it is true that the instrument does not leave the day. When he was still in the capital, he also touched some paintings and paintings, and he was also a day's pen.
"No, I just want to take it." Cheng Yiran tried to make himself look natural. "Let's put it down, I am not used to it."
"That's okay." Cheng Yun did not continue to say anything.
The clock fell heavily on this guy, and Cheng Yun naturally did not intend to have any unpleasant things with Cheng Yiran.
Besides, this guy’s song is really nice! Cheng Yun, who has never paid much attention to music, feels like he is a fan of Cheng Yiran.
So he is calm and polite and even tolerant.
"Then let's go up, Mr. Zhong is waiting." Cheng Yun looked up and saw the second floor of the front room. He saw a figure faintly and looked down through the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
It was the clock that fell, and Cheng Yiran felt that he was like a peeping... The mood was subconscious.
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After entering the gate of the house, Cheng Yiran discovered that the house was actually taken care of carefully, and it was not as simple as when it first looked.
Especially the walls on one side of the house are almost covered with ivy, and there are some mottled moss on the edge, which suddenly gives the feeling of the old house.
"This room is ok?" Chengyun smiled.
Cheng Yiran nodded. The longer he stood, the more he felt the peace of the place. "It's really good."
"I heard that the owner before this house was a university professor and later died because of this."
Cheng Yun shrugged: "This house was directly sold by his family to the real estate company. I originally felt that it was not good to die here, but Mr. Zhong said that he liked it and bought it directly. Things before the month."
Cheng Yun also looked at the room and suddenly said: "Right, there is a basement in the head. It was originally modified to be used as a studio. Later, Mr. Zhong said that he changed the wine cellar and had the opportunity. If you take it, let's go in and see. The inside is good wine!"
At this point, Cheng Yiran looked up and stood in the living room of the room. He saw the falling of the clock and went downstairs.
The clock that held the stair handrails did not go fast, step by step, and there was a taste of the emperor overlooking the living beings.
But his gaze has never left the process.
At this moment, Cheng Yiran suddenly had a feeling of being strange and familiar... He seemed to see a faint temperament similar to that of a mysterious businessman from Mr. Zhong’s body.
Not like a person with seven passions.
This person, it would not be the one that night... but Cheng Yiran quickly denied this idea. First of all, the voices of the two did not think too much... Cheng Yiran found that he did not even have much impression on the voice of the mysterious businessman, but the intuition was not like it.
Then it was not like the body... He tried to think back and found that even the general figure of the mysterious businessman could not think of it.
But what is the feeling of this... What is going on? Cheng Yiran shook his brow subconsciously.
"Come on."
There was a smile on the face of the clock, and the almost perfect curvature made him look more charming.
"Mr. Zhong, Cheng Yiran, I brought it over." Cheng Yun came forward at this time.
"Yeah." Zhong nodded and nodded, but suddenly said: "Chengyun, I have not eaten yet, you drive out and buy me something to eat back."
Cheng Yun quickly said: "What do you want to eat?"
"You take your mind."
Cheng Yun nodded and said nothing. After turning and giving Cheng Yiran a meaningful look, he went out very simply... He knew that the second was just for him to leave.
Of course, he will still buy the food he buys, and he will try his best to buy it. Otherwise, how to make a gold medal?
"I didn't expect the two to value this process so much?"
Cheng Yun took the smoke and drove away.
Before leaving, he took a phone out of his clothes - not his usual phone, but also the phone he used to contact a particular person.
"Hey, Miss San, the two young masters and Cheng Yiran are talking privately, but I don't know what they are talking about..."
This car has been running very steady.
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Cheng Yiran did not think that the so-called opportunity came soon.
After Cheng Yun left, the clock fell even without saying anything, and he was brought directly to the wine cellar.
Among the rows of shelves, there are a lot of wines that Cheng Chengran can't name at all.
Sitting in the central circular sofa, the bell fell into the dust and poured the wine. "Taste the taste, celebrate, your performance last night was really good."
"Mr. Zhong, you are looking for me... What is it?" Cheng Yiran hesitated for a moment.
He found that the door of the wine cellar was automatically closed - before he came in, he found that the wine cellar had two doors, the first heavy and even the huge steel door of the electronic lock.
"There has been a lot of talk about you on the Internet." Zhong Xiaochen smiled slightly: "Or, let's talk about something else... can you show me this guitar?"
"There is nothing to look at, just an old antique." Cheng Yiran suddenly nervous, he was not even sure if his eyes had betrayed him.
"is it."
The clock was not so stubborn or even disappointing. He just smiled and said: "I saw you when I was eating last time. You are carrying it. This time you are still carrying it. I thought it should have a special meaning for you. So curious."
Great!
When the clock fell, it made Cheng Yiran feel the wrong place in an instant, and realized that he had always ignored the past problems!
Even people who like music anymore can't be like him. The guitar all day long never leaves.
This is really too weird! After a long time, it will inevitably not let people see something...
However, if the guitar can't stay in his sight, he can't be safe...
"It's a bit." Cheng Yiran nodded lightly, his eyes began to dissipate. "It's just some past things."
"The exit here is one." Zhong Ding suddenly said: "And it is voice-activated, only my order can be opened."
Cheng Yiran a glimpse, suddenly jumped into the heart!
The gold master behind Feiyun Entertainment wants to do something.
I saw a sip of red wine in the mouth of the bell, and said: "No need to be nervous, I just said that the meaning of the sentence is... The content of our conversation here, generally no one knows. Of course..."
He narrowed his eyes and stared at Cheng Yiran: "Of course! I am talking about ordinary people... Others, I am afraid it is hard to say."
Cheng Yiran’s heart jerked again. From the words of Mr. Zhong, he heard something else... looming into the secret of his deepest heart.
Cheng Yiran said: "Mr. Zhong, I don't quite understand what you mean."
The clock fell into the dust at this time: "What I want to say is... Cheng Yiran, have you ever thought about it, maybe you and I will be the same kind of people."
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(End of this chapter)