A cold sweat broke out on the tip of Cen Ti's nose, knowing that the matter was a big deal.

He looked at his future mother-in-law for help very heartily.

Qin Qing pinched the little girl's white cheek meat, and said dotingly, "Cub, mom is going to catch a plane to the next set tonight, and I will sleep with you next time, you should have a good chat with my future son-in-law." ”

Fu Ting obediently let go of his hand and earnestly instructed, "Pay attention to rest." ”

Qin Qing's heart was sweet, and he resisted the urge to kick the cub in his pocket and take it away, waved his hand and got into the car and left first.

The temperature at night was a little cool, and he was not very friendly to Fu Ting, who was showing his arms and legs, so he unbuttoned his suit jacket without hesitation, took it off and draped it on Fu Ting.

Before Fu could react, his fingers hooked her wrist.

"It's late, let's go home."

The tone was a little cautiously tentative.

Fu Ting didn't say it was good, and he didn't say it bad.

Cen Ti coaxed her into the car with half a hug and drove home quickly.

Speechless all the way.

After entering the house, Fu Ting didn't give Cen Ti time to explain, and went back to the room to wash and remove his makeup.

After taking a shower and changing into pajamas, I came out, and saw the man in the nightgown who was also dressed after washing and sitting on her pink princess bed.

Cen Ti couldn't help but speak, "Listen, you listen to me......"

"Where's your harp?" Fu Ting interrupted him.

She finally took care of people, and Cen Ti breathed a sigh of relief.

immediately took Fu Ting to his study, and after the cabinet containing the books, he designed a dark room to put the props used for his live broadcast.

Fu heard and saw the harp, she had watched J God so many live broadcasts, and she had already remembered his harp deeply.

She lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking, and after a while, she raised her eyes and said to Cen Ti, "I want you to play it for me." ”

Cen Ti only begged Fu to listen to dissipate his anger, let alone play the piano, and asked him to kneel on the keyboard.

Obediently caressing the harp, the fingertips slender playing. 59 Books

The familiar music is pleasant, and Fu Ting's eyes are misty.

She had heard the sound of God J several times, and each time it was so far away, that she had taken his sound as a star that illuminated her, and had never thought of taking it off.

Now, he appeared in front of her so really, playing for her alone.

At the end of the song, Fu Ting asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with the mole on your finger?" ”

Cen Ti answered all the questions, "That's the ink dot." ”

"Then your voice is also fake?"

"I've done broadcasting, and I can change my voice."

Fu Ting didn't hesitate, "Then you become one?" ”

Cen Ti paused, and spoke again, his voice had become a low magnetic tone of J God's speech, and he called to her softly, "Listen." ”

Fu Ting didn't know why, his ears suddenly turned red.

J God's voice and Cen Tire's voice are very important in nature.

Cen Ti's voice is always very lazy, authentic Beijing accent, and the end note is sultry, while J God's is less lazy.

If it were two completely different people, it would be fine, and the collision between the two at this time made her feel a kind of pleasure inexplicably.

In the next second, Cen Ti used his original voice back, "Listen, don't be angry, I didn't mean to play you." ”

"I can understand that you want to hide your identity, but you actually communicate with me in the name of God J, and you have used this to pretend to be jealous and beg me for cheapness many times, what is the reason."

Fu Ting's tone of voice was still quite calm.

Cen was tired, and his voice was low, "I think it's fun, I want to tease you a few times, I know it's wrong." ”

Fu listened and turned his face away.

Cen Ti leaned over and rubbed his arm against hers.

He thought of Fu listening to his eyes when he was playing the piano just now, and the ghost made God use the voice of God J, "Not next time, forgive my brother." ”

Fu Ting's cheeks stood upside down and he was dizzy, "Okay." ”