Qin Fangge also asked Lin Baoqing to send him a message to report his safety when he got home, but she smiled playfully and escalated to a phone call. [Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. [com]。 For more recent chapters, visit: Qin Fangge hurriedly said that she couldn't ask for it, and said that it would be best if she didn't go back, but it only attracted her eyes.

After sending Lin Baoqing away, Qin Fangge went to wash up first, and after coming out, Lin Baoqing called him and said that she had arrived, but she didn't talk for a while, she accepted the phone and said that she would call him later.

Qin Fangge flattered and said that he would take the initiative to call her later, but Lin Baoqing didn't let him, so he could only give up. also knew that she would definitely wash up when she went back, and 'socialize' with her family or something. The two used to call and 'communicate' on the phone, but it was certainly not as frequent as it is now, after all, the relationship between the two was one step closer.

Chen Yushan didn't come back from the bar, and Qin Fang sang alone in the courtyard, so he continued to go to the recording studio to play the piano and practice other musical instruments. He can only 'take time' to practice to ensure that he doesn't get angry.

The time to practice the piano passed very quickly, when Lin Baoqing called him, the person was already lying on the 'bed', she asked Qin Fangge what he was doing, and he told the truth.

"Why don't you rest early!" Lin Lin Baoqing also felt sorry for him, "I also slept all afternoon, you were busy at the opera house in the afternoon, and you didn't rest much last night, it's not good for your health to be like this." ”

Qin Fangge smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm 'fine' and I'm fine! Wife, you don't have to worry, I'll go to rest when I'm sleepy." ”

Lin Baoqing still tried to convince him, although he knew that he was a pervert, he still hoped that he could rest for a while and not break his body at such a young age.

Qin Fangge asked her to put a hundred hearts, and also said that he cherished himself very much and would not joke with his body.

Moreover, he still has a lot of things, he still has to continue to write the music of the TV series, as well as some of his own composition exercises, and he can't wait to break one minute into ten minutes. The phone call with Lin Baoqing, strictly speaking, can be regarded as not doing business, and 'waste' time, but Qin Fangge is happy to do so.

The same is true of Lin Baoqing on the other side of the phone, she is much happier than Qin Fangge, but he 'time's time to accompany her in his busy schedule. She was reluctant to accept a phone call and talked until the early hours of the morning, Qin Fangge's mouth was also sweet, "Wife, we have been together for a day, I am so happy to be with you, time flies very fast!"

Lin Baoqing also feels the same way, the experience of watching the sunrise with a bare day's stars is worth recalling.

The husband and wife are so 'meaty' and numb, and when Chen Yushan came back from the bar, Qin Fangge also reminded her that she should go to bed' and sleep, and they will continue to rehearse tomorrow.

Lin Baoqing talked to him again, and asked him to promise to continue to go to the conservatory of music tomorrow to guide them in rehearsals. Qin Fangge said sweetly again, "I especially hope that this night will pass soon, and I can see my beautiful and refreshed wife early tomorrow morning......"

Lin Baoqing asked him to have breakfast again, but it was also a loss that Qin Fangge did not have a driver's license or a car, otherwise he would have definitely tried to perform and go to her house to pick her up.

Then, Lin Baoqing reluctantly put away the mobile phone and went to bed with a sweet smile.

He made this call, Chen Yushan took a shower after coming back, and also told him a news that Xi Wanqing had already helped her contact the teacher, and it would be up to Qin Fangge when he was free. At the bar, she also told Zuo Mengfeng that she wouldn't have to go from tomorrow onwards.

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