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At this moment, she was moved by Zuo Qian's natural talent, in her eyes, although Zuo Qian was not very handsome, but that talent brought him an incomparably mysterious veil, as if he had infinite charm, deeply attracted her, and made her heart beat faster.

And at this moment, Zuo Qian couldn't see her expression, but he also felt that Fan Qingqing was a little weird, why did he suddenly turn his back to him?

However, the stiff little buttocks couldn't help but let Zuo Qian swallow a mouthful of saliva, and hold it~! This figure! This small waist, this thin legs, this is the first time that Zuo Qian has seriously looked at her figure, and her eyes are straight.

At this time, Fan Qingqing turned around, Zuo Qian hurriedly looked away, looked up at the sky, and looked at the sky with an embarrassed face, and he didn't know if he was found peeking at her.

"Ah~!The weather is so nice today!"

"Poof~!" Fan Qingqing was amused again, and she didn't know why, no matter what Zuo Qian said, she couldn't help laughing, it seemed that no matter what he said, she would be very happy in her heart.

"Brother Zuoqian!"

"En~?" Zuo Qian heard the call of the beautiful woman and turned his head to look.

The crimson on Fan Qingqing's face had faded by half at this time, her mood slowly returned to calm, and her heartbeat returned to normal rules.

"Thank you so much!"

"It's nothing!" Zuo Qian forced a smug smile, pretending to be light-hearted, and after being proud, he remembered the requirements of the task, and hurriedly said, "But don't tell others that I wrote this song!"

"Why?" Fan Qingqing asked a little strangely, she couldn't understand that you wrote this song, why can't you tell others?" "But, when I report this song, I always have to fill in the author of the lyrics and composers!"

Zuo Qian groaned for a while and said, "Then fill in your name!"

"Ahh

"It's okay, just fill in your name! Zuoqian still insisted, no way. This is a task requirement, and if he doesn't have this task requirement, he can't wait to pretend to be an egg. In this regard, Zuoqian gritted his teeth with hatred for the system.

Thinking of this, Zuo Qian thought of this mission again, what the hell is this mission! What the hell is the earth's classic music library? Why don't you add a good voice to Mao's singing skills? I want a music library and Mao uses it! I can't sing it myself.

Zuo Qian gritted his teeth with hatred for the system! He felt that the system was purely playing with him, giving him a singing and voice skill, and going to a competition by himself, wouldn't it be easier?

"That's it!" Fan Qingqing thought for a while, and finally said, "If you really don't want to sign it, then fill in your stage name!"

Zuo Qian thought about it, this is okay~!, so he said, "Yes!

Fan Qingqing couldn't help but chuckle again, "Okay! Brother Zuoqian, then I'll sign Peter Pan~!"

"Yes, do you remember the lyrics?" Zuo Qian reminded.

"En..."Tilting his little head and moaning for a while, Fan Qingqing thought about it, shook his lips and said in a low voice, "I almost forgot!"

"Then I'll send it to you!" Zuo Qian took out his mobile phone and asked. "How much do you kk, I'll add you. ”

Fan Qingqing heard that Zuo Qian wanted her kk, and reported it to him in a soft voice.

At this moment, Fan Qingqing's little heart sped up again. At this moment, she feels that Zuo Qian not only has natural talent, but also is very low-key, not impetuous. She watched Zuo Qian lower her head and operate her phone, her eyes flashing.

This is not a love for the left, but an admiration. The two of them are now meeting for the second time, and it is obviously unrealistic to say that love at first sight is limited. It's just that the first move left her with a very good impression, and the second time she was shocked by that talent again.

After Zuo Qian added her kk, he wrote the lyrics and sent them to her, and then asked, "Do you remember the song?"

"Almost!" Fan Qingqing replied unconvincedly,

"Alas~!" Zuo Qian felt so troublesome, "How can this be done, I'll go to where you live! Do you have a pen? I'll hum it to you, you can write it down! ”

Fan Qingqing nodded sweetly, such an intimate tone, although she had heard a lot, but it was unilaterally said to her by some boring boys, she herself didn't like to listen to it very much, but she refused many times, and those boring boys still spoke to her in this intimate tone.

In desperation, she had to avoid those boys, and it was better at school, she could unilaterally ignore those boys, so that after a long time, those boys would not bother her.

But after work, there are always some middle-aged male customers over 30 years old who come to harass her in various ways, and the tone is sweet like a couple in love, which makes Fan Qingqing a little unbearable.

But she can't directly offend them, after all, they are customers, and she feels helpless about this.

As for Zuo Qian's somewhat intimate tone, Fan Qingqing is very useful, and even likes to listen to it, and prefers that he can say such things to her in the future.

Fan Qingqing felt that this seemed to be a luxury, because such a good man should have a girlfriend. The sweet tone just now should have been unintentional!

The hotel is not very far, Fan Qingqing and Zuoqian walked three hundred meters away, and the hotel arrived.

At this time, it was already half past eight, and when Fan Qingqing returned to the hotel, her roommate had already gone to the TV station to practice singing.

She knocked on the door for a while and no one was there, then she took out the key to open the door and moved into the hotel with Zuo.

As soon as Zuoqian entered the house, he looked at the environment, the hotel environment was OK, it belonged to the four-star standard, but the two beds were messy. Fan Qingqing also noticed it, her little face was flushed, and she quickly folded the quilt in a panic.

Zuo Qian avoided suspicion and went to the bathroom in the house, but as soon as he entered the bathroom, his eyes were aimed at something terrible, and suddenly the old virgin's blood surged.

Isn't this Nima stockings? And women's pantyhose!

He washed his face hard, and then glanced at the stockings and trousers nailed to the wall shelf, this Nima is too foul. Isn't this deliberately destroying my state of mind?

But whose is it, it can't be Fan Qingqing's, right?

Zuo Qian smiled awkwardly, and when he heard that there was no sound in the room, he came out, and instead of sitting on the bed, he chose a single sofa to sit down. looked at Fan Qingqing's little thin legs, and guessed what she looked like in stockings.

Although Fan Qingqing was wearing stockings when he bought a car last time, he didn't pay attention at all at that time.