After Song Ziyan finished cleaning up, Qi Moyue took her to visit everywhere.

Song Ziyan found that Qi Moyue was really not an ordinary domineering president, because according to the novels she read, the study of the domineering president's house should be the largest, after all, she had to work.

But the biggest thing in Qi Moyue's house is not a study, but a balcony. There are also several astronomical telescopes on the balcony, but the details are not very clear to Song Ziyan.

After all, there is a specialization in the art industry, and it is normal for her to be a student of biology who does not know this.

"You like to look at the stars?"

"Well, when I look at the stars, I feel very empty and comfortable."

Not bad, tasteful, worthy of being his brother, Song Ziyan praised Qi Moyue in his heart, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Qi Moyue, who was photographed, felt inexplicable, and Song Ziyan just smiled.

In the end, Qi Moyue introduced the room prepared for Song Ziyan in detail.

The room prepared by Qi Moyue for Song Ziyan is super in line with Song Ziyan's appetite, there are not so many bells and whistles, and the whole room is mainly light blue, interspersed with white.

It has everything that a normal room should have, and it has something that a normal room doesn't have.

Qi Moyue opened the two empty master bedrooms, opened a small door in the middle, and entered a room like a practice room.

There are big mirrors, big projections, thick pads, big speakers, it's just perfect.

Song Ziyan couldn't help but sigh that he was worthy of being a CEO, thinking more thoughtfully than himself, and Song Ziyan, who originally thought that coming here would delay his practice, was relieved.

"Can I bring my friend over later?"

Song Ziyan explained: "On the weekend, everyone left, and she stayed in the dormitory alone, I wanted to bring her over, I was able to go to Beicheng and become an official trainee thanks to her." ”

"Yes, but aren't you afraid that she will know about our relationship?" Qi Moyue thought for a moment and asked rhetorically.

Song Ziyan smiled: "The last time you went to see me, she would know, and we are brothers in life and death, and it is not an unseemly relationship." ”

Who wants to be your brother to life and death!

"Then you rest first, and I will live opposite you, and call me again." After that, Qi Moyue left Song Ziyan's room.

Why don't you feel that Qi Moyue is particularly happy? Did I say something wrong?

Song Ziyan watched Qi Moyue leave his room, a little puzzled.

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Song Ziyan, who collapsed on the big bed at night, was typing and chatting with Qi Moyue, and talking to Luo Yue on voice calls.

Song Ziyan: [I feel like you're suddenly unhappy today.] ］

Qi Moyue: [It's a little.] ］

Song Ziyan: [Why?] ］

Qi Moyue: [I don't like it when you tell others that we are brothers in life and death.] ］

Song Ziyan was stunned when he saw this news, and replied: [I know, you think life, death, or something is unlucky, right! ] I won't talk about it after that. ］

Qi Moyue: [。。。。。。 ］

Song Ziyan: [I won't talk to you yet, you go to bed early, I still have something to do here, An An.] ］

Qi Moyue was a little depressed, why is Song Ziyan such a straight woman of steel, or the kind of king! Forget about sleeping!

Qi Moyue pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and didn't fall asleep for a while, so he went to the living room to pour a glass of water to drink.

When passing by the door of Song Ziyan's room, he heard a silver bell-like laughter from inside, and Song Ziyan was very happy to chat with others.

I seem to be even more angry! No more water!

Qi Moyue lay back on the bed again, took out his mobile phone and replied to Song Ziyan's message: [Good night. ］

After sending it, I felt very abrupt again, so I withdrew at the speed of light.

Song Ziyan: [What did you just post?] ］

Qi Moyue pondered for a while, typed and deleted, typed and deleted.

Song Ziyan's chat interface kept showing "The other party is typing", and after waiting for a long time, there was no content.

When Song Ziyan was about to complain that Qi Moyue was typing too slowly, a new message from Qi Moyue appeared in the dialog box.