Zhang Beiye and Song Qian drove their family to the airport, extremely embarrassed along the way, he kept looking in the rearview mirror to see if anyone was following, and two cars in a row were overturned by the tenth wife on the highway.

Professor Song suppressed his anger, kept sighing, and looked at his daughter, feeling very distressed, as if he would never see her again.

But when her daughter looked at Zhang Beiye's eyes, her feelings were obviously deeper, and even contained love, so she could only sigh that the woman was not left.

"Qianqian, if you want to live a hard life with him, your parents won't be able to stop you, but we won't support you, it's a big deal to immigrate, just don't have you as a daughter." Professor Song said disheartenedly.

"Dad, we'll be fine, you have to have faith in me." Song Qian said.

"It's so good, my life is going to be gone." Song's mother said helplessly, and now she doesn't dare to lose her temper.

"Uncle ......"

Song Qian stared at Zhang Beiye with big eyes, gritted his teeth, and was so frightened that he hurriedly changed his words.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry, I will protect Qianqian, as for the money, we will earn it ourselves, and it is the kind that is rich enough to rival the country."

"Don't call me dad, you're my uncle, okay? Unless you rob a bank, you're still rich. ”

The two old men got out of the car, didn't say anything, and entered the airport with their luggage, but they hid in the crowd, looking at the departing car, worried, lost, but there was nothing they could do, this matter was obviously beyond their cognition.

Song Qian practiced the piano at home, while Zhang Beiye lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, preparing to cultivate the two-eyed soul crystal.

The Ghost King Sutra can only cultivate soul power, if you want to be more powerful, you also need a powerful soul and magic assistance, I hope that Sun Yan has no other tricks, it is already two grades behind, and the female ghost is afraid that she can only protect Song Qian at that time, and she will fight so many people, and the chance of winning is almost zero.

Zhang Beiye practiced for a day and a night, sitting in the wind, rain, thunder and lightning like a Buddha, not moving at all, constantly absorbing the soul energy in the ruins.

Song Qian wanted to ask him to get up and eat something, but she was afraid of disturbing him, so she helped him scrub his body at night, and obediently lay down beside him and fell asleep.

The ghost of the two-eyed soul crystal flashed twice, and then he couldn't come out again, Zhang Beiye woke up from his dream, his stomach was hungry and croaking.

Song Qian lay obediently in his arms, and he kissed him more than a dozen times, and his mouth was numb.

The sky is already light, today is Saturday, and tonight at 9:10 is the first catastrophe in his life.

Zhang Beiye gently pulled out his arm and went to the kitchen to cook a big pot of food.

After eating, I felt that my body was full of strength, and with a little force, the iron chopsticks in my hand were folded into an L-shape.

No wonder, last night, because he was inexperienced, he went on a rampage, and Song Qian always reminded him to be gentle, his bones were strengthened, and he was terrifying.

After taking a shower, he chatted with his wife in the mirror and explained his plans for tonight.

"You're not a match for the two of them." The female ghost said.

"If I die, you protect Song Qian to leave, go to his parents, and find a way to hide his traces."

"You die, I die, she is your second wife, if you want to die, you will die together."

"If you don't obey, I'm going to murder you again."

"I hate you, you said you were going to help me investigate the unjust case, ┴—┴ (smashing the bench) !!"

"Don't be angry, my life is very hard, is Zhu Shang my wife?"

"Probably not, but I've definitely seen her."

"Do I have ten wives who still cheat?"

"You can't, how can you cheat? And whichever woman you want, you will rob it, there is no cheating. ”

"Who can't, I was obviously very good last night." Zhang Beiye said with a smile, female ghosts are too angry, and they must be pleasant.

"You're now reincarnated as an adult, and you have a physical object."

Zhang Beiye: "......"

"You mean, I like to rob wives? Will they still be faithful to me? ”

"I remember you being fierce, but I also remember that you were nice to us."

There was no husband and wife before, and the wives were so loyal, and now the body is great, so what?

Zhang Beiye lay back on the bed, trying to find some ways to instantly increase his strength in his dreams, even if he found a weapon to take advantage of.

After rummaging through the stone piles for a long time, he found nothing, he wandered around in the dark, the place seemed to be boundless, there was no one.

So why build a statue here, and what about the collapsed building?

just tasted the sweetness, and the relationship with Song Qian warmed up, becoming her veritable husband, such a beautiful and excellent wife, he really didn't want to die, let alone let Sun Yan's old mongrel snatch it.

Zhang Beiye didn't enter the dream realm in the morning, and it was impossible to refine the two-eyed soul crystal in such a little time, and the more time it took to get to the back, the better it was better to accompany Song Qian.

He held a coffee cup, sat on the sofa, and watched Song Qian's famous song "Swan", people are like their songs, Song Qian is like a white and flawless swan, with a proud head, a slender neck, and slender fingers, which fascinated him.

"Husband, does it sound good?" Song Qian asked with a smile.

"It's good, it's just a little sad, come here."

Song Qian walked over and sat in his arms, and Zhang Beiye kissed her fiercely.

She could feel Zhang Beiye's reluctance to herself, and he was really ready to die.

It seems to be the last intimacy, intense, gentle, full of sorrow.

Although Song Qian had just broken her body and was not used to it, she did not cry out of pain, her silver teeth clenched, and she tried her best to cooperate, this is what her wife should do, she hopes that her husband has no regrets.

The two slept until the afternoon and had to go to the performance hall to rehearse, Zhang Beiye stood at the door of the room and said to Song Qian:

"Wife, wear your biggest sweatshirt, the kind with long sleeves and a hat, with a long skirt, which can cover high heels."

"Why, this combination is weird, and you can't perform like this."

"Bring a performance dress, change on the spot, and listen to me."

After Zhang Beiye finished speaking, he went to the shoe cabinet to find a pair of the tallest high heels, helped Song Qian put them on, and then stood on the side and compared, almost, Song Qian was barefoot at one meter six or eight, with high heels, about one meter seventy-five.

"Husband, you ......"

"Just get it, you walk to the front with the violin on your back, and I'll watch you from behind." Zhang Beiye said.

"But you're dangerous."

"Trust me."

When Song Qian was dressed, she was not weird at all, she was still very temperamental, and he put the mask on Song Qian.

Song Qian walked in front with a cello on her back, crossing the sidewalk, while Zhang Beiye walked on the side of the road, and he needed Song Qian to attract the attention of the other party and remember what she was wearing.

Soon the two arrived at the performance hall of Jiangzhou University, where there were already many students rehearsing and familiar with the venue, and the audience not only included the provincial symphony orchestra, but also school teachers and guests of the national symphony orchestra to participate in the selection.

Song Qian went backstage, while Zhang Beiye sat on a chair and guarded.

He looked at his phone, and there was still an hour to go.

"You're there." He asked.

The keys on the phone typed out a few words, "I'm here." ”

"Well, protect Song Qian, don't be impulsive."

"I can't bear you."

"Good, obedient."

"Husband, you have to be careful when you encounter a bodyless geist like me, otherwise the soul crystal is easy to be sneak attacked. Now that the temperature is high, you can attack if you feel the chill, and with your current strength, you can beat it to the ground with a single punch. ”

"Okay, that's smart." Zhang Beiye replied.

With such important information, he almost forgot to ask, if his wives were all so smart and loyal, then he was really reluctant to give up.

Song Qian carried the violin on her back, came out from behind the scenes, and tried to play it first, and the other students and teachers stood on both sides to admire and applaud.

"Qianqian, you pulled it so well."

"Thank you!"

"Who is that boy, who has been staring at you?"

Song Qian raised her head to look at Zhang Beiye and smiled at him, "He is my husband." ”

"That's that Zhang Beiye."

"Hmm!"

"Oh......" The schoolgirl's expression was complicated.

At half past seven, the performance began, and the audience was nearly 500, in addition to experts and teachers, there were many parents who came to cheer up their children, and of course, there were some ghosts mixed in it.

Song Qian's performance was originally scheduled at eight o'clock, but it seemed that there was something wrong with the piano, so it was changed to half past eight.

If the performance is over at 10 o'clock at 8:10, it may not be 9 o'clock when you walk to that intersection, and the world is so coincidental.

When she came out at 8:35, she was obviously not so confident, after all, she was inexperienced, and she was pressed with things in her heart, and Qin suddenly had a problem, which affected her state.

Song Qian tied her head with a ball, sat on a stool, breathing unsteadily, wiping the sweat of her palms on the white dress, very nervous, hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her tightly.

She raised her head and scanned the crowd, trying to find Zhang Beiye, the spotlight hit her, and it was very dark underneath, and she couldn't see it clearly.

Could it be that my husband has already left?

Zhang Beiye stood up and applauded vigorously, his applause was instilled with soul power, and the voice was very loud, and the judges in the front row all turned their heads to look at him and applauded.

Song Qian was finally relieved, grinned, and began to enter the state, and the low and beautiful cello sound sounded, telling Song Qian's affection for Zhang Beiye.

There are hundreds of people in the performance hall, but she is playing for Zhang Beiye alone.