You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

After agreeing, Song Buci began to despise himself in his heart, as he had traveled through time and space and become a rich man.

The poverty from her previous life still remained, and as expected, she was only willing to spend money when playing exciting sports.

Fu Nanfeng's gentleness is hidden in the details. He would even observe Song Buci while eating.

Seeing that she chose to give up because she couldn't reach the dish far away, Fu Nanfeng would calmly move the dish in front of her.

When he saw that there was no water in her quilt, he would pour it for her in time.

The plate of shrimps was untouched. Fu Nanfeng thought she didn't like it, but she ordered the shrimps.

After thinking for a while, Fu Nanfeng asked, "You don't like shrimp?"

"No, peeling shrimp is too troublesome. I want to eat it but I don't want to peel it."

"Besides, my hands are sticky when I peel it now. I plan to wait until I'm almost done eating before peeling it." Song Buci replied to him seriously.

Her two words reminded Fu Nanfeng of something. Song Buci was a pianist.

Hands are precious, so how is it possible to do something like peeling shrimps by yourself?

"I'll peel it for you." Fu Nanfeng said as he brought the plate of shrimp in front of him, picked up the disposable gloves and put them on.

Song Buci paused holding the chopsticks. She didn't expect Fu Nanfeng to peel shrimp for her.

Although the two are childhood sweethearts, they have a very good relationship.

But he has been abroad for several years and the relationship is not as good as before.

Although the two of them get along quite well now, Song Buci cannot order him to do such intimate things.

She was able to see Yan Chu because she spent money at that time.

Of course she can feel at ease spending money.

"No, I'll do it myself." Song Buci rejected him jokingly, "Your hands are much more precious than mine. Your hands are used by a big boss who generates tens of billions of dollars in revenue for the company."

Fu Nanfeng shook his head: "That's nothing, you are a pianist."

"It's just peeling shrimps. I used to peel them for you often. Wouldn't you feel unfamiliar with me after not seeing you for a few years?" Fu Nanfeng asked back.

"No..." Song Buci didn't know how to say this, "I just feel that it's not nice to trouble you."

"It's okay. You caused me a lot of trouble when you were in high school." Fu Nanfeng said with a smile.

In the end, Song Buci did not refuse. If he did, the other party would probably say something else.

But it’s really nice to have someone peel the shrimp for you.

The shrimp are really delicious too!

After eating, he sent the person back. When he arrived at the place, Fu Nanfeng started to chatter.

I’m afraid she’ll get an electric shock accidentally like before.

"I understand, housekeeper." Song Buci responded with a smile.

"You have to let me take care of it too." Fu Nanfeng continued.

"Go back early."

After saying that, he walked into the villa without looking back.

Looking at her back, Fu Nanfeng sighed softly.

Continued efforts are needed.

The next morning, Song Buci received good news from her second brother.

Everything about the band is settled.

Not only that, Song Baiqian also prepared all the necessary venues for practice.

As long as Song Buci finds someone to register for the international music competition at the end of this month, her band can also participate.

I don’t know if Chen Jue has time. He hasn’t been living in the villa recently.

He must have found a new place to live.

Thinking of this, Song Buci called Chen Jue.

The call rang for a long time before the other end answered.

"What's the matter, Buci?"

"Are you busy recently?" Song Buci asked.

Chen Jue looked at the documents in front of him, rubbed his brows, and said weakly, "I'm busy. I just took over the company and I have to familiarize myself with everything."

"Okay." It seems that Chen Jue is also very busy.

"Is there a problem?"

"It's okay, just keep busy."

After hanging up the phone, Song Buci sat on the sofa, shaking his legs, thinking about who else was there.

As she was thinking, she suddenly thought of someone, Wen Xuyan.

He plays the violin.

With the idea of ​​asking, Song Buci found the other party's name on WeChat.

Then he asked straight to the point.

[Song Buci: Preface, have you joined the band?]

As soon as she sent the message, she received a reply quickly.

[Wen Preface: No, I plan to join Free and be in the same band with you.]

[Song Buci: I've already quit. Do you want to join my band?]

[Song Buci: It's just been established, come take a look around, if it doesn't work out, you can quit.]

Wen Xuyan paused with the application form in his hand, and after seeing her say this, Wen Xuyan agreed without saying a word.

Then he tore up the application form for joining the free band and threw it into the trash can.

Of course he would go if his idol invited him.

Seeing his OK expression, Song Buci was extremely excited.

The second member of the band!

Just three more to go before you can sign up.

I looked at the calendar and there is still half a month left, so time is a bit tight.

[Song Buci: Do you have any friends who study music? I'm short of three people.]

After reading the preface, Wen thought about the people around him.

There seems to be a...

It’s just that the other party has already come to the stage.

I've been taking a leave of absence from school recently and I don't know what happened.

[Preface: There is one, but I don't know what she's doing. Her brother is currently helping her take a leave of absence from school.]

[Wen Preface: I'll go ask, maybe the other party is willing.]

After replying, Wen Xuyan looked through his contacts and found that he had not added the other party.

He slapped his forehead and said in frustration, "No one has added me yet."

Then I went to the class group to find the other person and added him/her.

At this time, the person Wen Xuyan was looking for had a pale face and was thin, looking like he was malnourished.

She sat on a chair with a erhu in her arms.

The girl has short hair cut to her ears, and her thin cheeks make her eyes look big, bright and pure.

She lowered her head and looked at the erhu in her arms, a look of regret on her face.

She never had the chance to touch the erhu again.

His thin hands touched the black erhu again and again, his eyes full of reluctance to part with it.

The cell phone placed aside rang with a ding-dong sound. She picked it up and took a look, and found that it was a rich second-generation student in her class adding her.

She knew this person, who was generous, warm, and cheerful. Not only that, he also loved the violin.

She also went to see his performance that day and it was great.

But the girl playing the piano on the stage attracted her more. She was wearing a red dress and looked elegant and beautiful sitting in front of the piano.

When she played the piece, her whole body was shining.

That kind of confidence was something she had always envied.

At that time, she was wondering if she would have the chance to go on stage with her erhu.

No matter what stage, she just wants more people to know about the erhu.

Grandpa's inheritance will be broken when it comes to her.

It’s a pity that Brother Yan refuses to learn no matter what.

The girl clicked to agree and then jumped to the chat page.

She thought about it and then sent a message to ask.

[Mr. Wen, is there anything important you want to talk to me about?]