So cool! The daughter of a rich man returns to run wild in the rich family

Huo Yunting's affectionate confession made Xie Jinghong fall into a brief period of confusion.

But it was only a brief moment.

She smiled brightly and charmingly, lifted the man's chin and said:

"If one day you betray me and abandon me, I might kill you."

Huo Yunting curled his lips and said, "Everything you worry about will not happen. You can confirm it with me every day."

"Or, I'll report my feelings to you every day."

A man can speak sweet words easily.

There was a shimmering light in Xie Jinghong's eyes.

She likes such sweet words.

One hundred percent firmness and a commitment that leaves no room for retreat.

There was a very comfortable feeling lingering in her heart, and she liked this feeling.

The girl's bright heart is freely displayed in the sunshine.

Her inspiration was instantly lit up.

"Huo Yunting, can I play a song for you?"

"Ok?"

While Huo Yunting was puzzled, she had already stood up from his legs, turned around and took out a green flute from the drawer, put it to her lips, blew it gently, and slowly walked towards the man on the sofa with love in his eyes.

A melodious tune flowed from her lips, and the beautiful notes seemed to dance in the sunshine.

Huo Yunting was intoxicated by the pervasive aroma of medicine.

The sound of the flute flew out of the clinic and spread intermittently to the street. Many passers-by stopped, attracted by the sound of the flute, and were able to see the golden sunlight at noon and the golden fallen ginkgo leaves.

At the street corner, a popular spot for taking photos and checking in, foreigners dressed in gorgeous clothes are striking various poses.

Carls finally made the trip to the North City and even selected the musician he liked. He was so happy that he spent a huge amount of money and invited a local photography team to take a few photos of him as a souvenir.

The moment the melodious and faint sound of the flute reached his ears, he, who was making exaggerated poses, seemed to be acupunctured and stood still.

"Mr. Karl, you can change your position now."

"Mr. Carl?"

After taking several pictures, the photographer discovered something was wrong with Carls.

"Shh!"

Carls made a silence gesture at his lips, then suddenly went berserk.

"Mr. Carl?"

The photographer, lighting technician and others thought he had seen a better frame and quickly followed suit.

So, in the bustling commercial district of the north city, a foreigner with a very formal makeup was seen walking wildly on the street with a group of people carrying large and small equipment.

It is the nature of most people to watch the fun, not to mention that many people stopped because of the flute sound just now, and those who didn't know the truth followed out of curiosity.

Gradually, the number of people in this violent group increased.

Carls followed the sound of the flute without even looking back, completely unaware that he, the leader of the Royal Orchestra, had become the leader of a violent group.

The spectacular team and zombie-like moving speed attracted the attention of passers-by who were unaware of the truth.

The sound of the flute became clearer and clearer, and Carls became more and more excited.

"It's her, it must be her, Master Tingxian, I've been looking for you so hard!"

Karls's excitement was beyond words.

Just as he was about to reach Chaoyun Medical Clinic, the sound of the flute suddenly disappeared.

He paused and listened carefully, but he only heard the noisy voices and sounds of cars around him.

"Master of the Strings, Master of the Strings!"

He began to scream at the top of his lungs.

Looking back, he saw a group of people standing behind him. He waved his hands and started directing on the spot.

"Call, Master of Strings, Master of Strings."

Everyone thought this was another social activity invented by a charity group to heal the soul, so they started shouting.

A busy commercial street suddenly became noisy and funny for unknown reasons.

The photographer didn't understand but respected the situation and quickly found a good angle to capture the moment.

Everything became wonderful.

While Karls was directing the crowd to cheer, he was looking around.

After the competition that day, he sent a message to Master Tingxian again, but Master Tingxian had ignored him.

He said he would treat Master Tingxian to delicious food, but Master Tingxian read his messages but didn't reply.

God knows how much he wanted to meet Master Tingxian. Last time, they were in the same space, but he caught sight of her back. He blamed himself for a long time when he returned - "I should have recognized her earlier."

In the clinic, Xie Jinghong was looking at Huo Yunting affectionately. Before the man could ask his puzzled question, he heard a noisy sound outside.

Xie Jinghong glanced out the window lightly and said, "It's so noisy."

She picked up the remote control and closed the door and windows of the clinic.

Carls used all his life's knowledge of conducting, but in the end he did not win the devotion of the string master, because the crowd that had gathered out of curiosity had lost interest and left one by one.

Carls walked around the building where the flute sound disappeared again and again, and finally found a music room on the second floor.

When I went in, I found it was filled with drum sets.

"Sir, do you want to buy a drum set or learn to play the drums?"

A burly man with tattoos on his arms asked him while playing with a drumstick in his hand.

Carls waved his hand and walked out angrily.

He wiped his eyes sadly, having missed the opportunity again.

"Are you all right, Mr. Carls?"

The photographer probably knew this famous group leader, but his behavior just now was really strange.

While Carls was running around the building, he checked online to see if he had any rare diseases or the like.

Now seeing him crying like a baby, the photographer was too scared to go forward.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

With tears in his eyes and a look of despair, he looked up and patted the photographer's shoulder to comfort him.

Photographer:…

This doesn't look like everything is alright.

Carls had originally booked a flight back home tonight, but now he suddenly doesn't want to do that anymore.

The more impossible it is to achieve, the closer we are to the truth, and it is difficult for people to give up.

So Carls made a decision. He would stay for a few more days, just in case he had another chance to meet the Master of Tingxian.

Her whereabouts are erratic, and we finally met in North City, so we can't miss her again.

Feeling really depressed, he took out his cell phone and called the principal cellist in North City.

He needs to find someone to talk to, otherwise he will be miserable.

Perhaps this chief's connections in North City can help him find the master of listening to strings?

Lu Wenyin was practicing the piano in the troupe. When she answered the phone, she heard Carl's crying voice and was startled.

"Mr. Carls, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Wenyin also often performs abroad. She understands that it is very devastating for a person to encounter difficulties when he is in a foreign country where he is unfamiliar with the place.

"I just heard Master Tingxian, but I still can't find her. I'm so sad, Ms. Lu. I feel so useless—"

Lu Wenyin: ...

She had thought it was some real difficulty.

"Since Master Tingxian doesn't want to show up, she must have her reasons. Mr. Carls, there's an old saying that a forced melon isn't sweet. Wouldn't it be better to wait until she's willing to show up and then warmly welcome her?"

"Uh... No, I'm too old. I'm afraid I'll be gone before she shows up."

Carls is as stubborn as a child.

"Then what should we do?" Lu Wenyin also wanted to meet Master Tingxian, but compared to Carls, she didn't even have Master Tingxian's contact information.

She was also in trouble for a moment.

"Ms. Lu, you are a wealthy family in North City with such a wide network of contacts. How about we issue a missing person notice? I am standing on Red Maple Street now. I am really sad and want to see my grandmother."

Although Carls's words were funny, his mood was indeed extremely sad.

When Lu Wenyin thought about his age, she couldn't bear it and agreed:

"How about I invite you to dinner at my house tonight. My sons might be able to help."

"Okay, okay, thank you so much, Ms. Lu, you are my goddess."

Carls flattered a lot before hanging up the phone.

He pulled his collar with some complacency and asked the photographer to take two more pictures of him.

He found the right angle and moved away from a window.

As soon as he left, the window opened and a beautiful little face popped out of the window, looking at the empty street outside.

"The 'rebellious' crowd has left." she murmured.

I didn't see Carls posing against the wall at all.

At dinner time, at the Xie family.

As soon as Xie Jinghong got home, he heard a lot of noise in the living room.

After returning home, Xie Zeyu was chatting enthusiastically with Carls.

"Mr. Carls, you don't know that when I was little, my mother exposed me to the music of the Royal Orchestra. In other words, I grew up listening to your music."

Carls smiled modestly. When he was young, he was the most popular conductor of the Royal Orchestra.

"Haha, thank you very much. When I was little, I also heard your mother's cello."

Lu Wenyin: ...

Lu Wenyin looked at the white-haired Carls with mixed feelings.

"No, you should say that I listened to my mother's cello when I was young."

Xie Zeyu glanced at his mother's expression and smiled brightly, but he still kindly explained to Carls the difference between Chinese as a child and as a young man.

"Is that so? Haha, Chinese is truly profound and extensive. So profound and extensive."

Carls looked embarrassed.

"Are there guests?"

When Xie Jinghong saw Carls's face, his expression remained unchanged and he asked casually without any emotion.

"Yes, this is the conductor of the Royal Orchestra, Mr. Carls."

Lu Wenyin stood up and took Xie Jinghong to introduce them: "Mr. Carls, this is my little daughter, Xie Jinghong."

The moment Carls saw Xie Jinghong, his eyes lit up.

"As expected, the disciple surpasses the master. Ms. Lu, your daughter is very beautiful and has great temperament."

Xie Jinghong smiled faintly, "Thank you very much."

Carls did not hear from her what people here often say, "reciprocity is the norm."

Xie Jinghong did not praise him back. He looked at Lu Wenyin with a little disappointment.

"By the way, Jinghong, your clinic is right over there on Hongfeng Street. Did you hear any flute sounds at noon today?"

Based on Carls' description, Lu Wenyin was basically certain that the flute sound came from the building of Chaoyun Medical Clinic, so she asked Xie Jinghong.

"No, Mom."

Xie Jinghong curled his lips into a faint smile, then glanced at Carls and said jokingly, "I actually saw a foreigner directing a group of people yelling and shouting in the street."

Karls: ...

Carls's face turned slightly red, and he quickly explained:

"Ms. Jinghong, you don't know, I was looking for a great musician. I wanted to meet her so much that after hearing her music, I couldn't control myself and wanted to find her."

Xie Jinghong tilted his head and smiled, "Maybe she doesn't want to see you."

"You're right, the more she doesn't want to see me, the more I want to see her. I don't have time," said Carls.

"Why? Are you going to be reincarnated?"

Xie Jinghong was a little annoyed with this guy who was so eager to expose his true identity.

I wrote a song for you, you make money for me, and we can just do a clean deal, right? Why do we have to meet in person?

She couldn't figure it out.

Hearing her daughter's wild words, Lu Wenyin pulled her away in shock.

"Silly girl, what are you talking about? Mr. Carls means that he can't stay in North City for a few days, and he happened to meet Master Tingxian here, so he really wants to meet him."

Xie Jinghong remained calm and said, "Is that what you mean? That's really a pity."

After she said that, she said goodbye and went upstairs.

Xie Zeyu covered his mouth and laughed. His sister always said shocking things.

However, he has been planning to release an album recently, and it would be great if he could visit Master Tingxian and collaborate on a few Chinese-style songs.

It just seemed that this master of string listening did not want to reveal his identity in front of others, so he cut off the idea the first second it came to mind.

While they were chatting, dinner was already prepared.

Lu Wenyin invited Mr. Carls to take a seat, and Xie Yongcong, as the class teacher, took out some fine domestic wine to entertain him.

Xie Jinghong listened to Carls's regrets at the dinner table, completely staying out of it.

This old man is really stubborn, she thought.

The family was happily sitting together having dinner when suddenly a servant came hurriedly to the door to announce that someone had arrived.

Everyone looked towards the door. The uninvited guest seemed to have come with resentment.