The husband of quick wear comes with a real fragrance buff

Chapter 207 SSR: See How I Make You Popular! (89)

After a while, Yi Fanchen also came out rubbing his head.

Looking at the clean and tidy living room that suddenly took on a new look, he couldn't help opening his eyes in a daze.

"Qingqing, you took care of this?"

He gave Nian Qingqing who was slumped on the sofa a strange look.

Seeing that Nian Qingqing felt uncomfortable all over, she protested weakly: "Why, do I look spoiled in your eyes?"

Although she has to admit that in the real Nianjia, she has absolutely no chance to touch these jobs...

"Yes."

Yi Fanchen nodded solemnly.

Hu smiled and walked over, sat beside her, bent down, and nestled comfortably on her lap.

Rubbing lightly, "It means that there is a woman controlling the family, so it's pretty good..."

"But I seem to remember that you can do decathlon and even cook."

Nian Qingqing patted the restless head on the back angrily, thought for a while, and then asked, "What have you been doing these past few days, and how did you become like this?"

"I didn't do anything."

Yi Fanchen didn't raise his head, his already hoarse voice murmured even more blurred by this suffocation.

But he said words that can surprise people, "I only wrote about forty songs."

"..."

Nian Qingqing opened her mouth wide in shock, and looked mechanically and slowly at the stack of music papers.

Four or forty?
The sow was ashamed and shed tears when she heard this.

After a pause, she still patted the back of his head angrily, rolling her eyes: "Do you think the Golden Melody Awards can be won by quantity?"

When Yi Fanchen heard this, he straightened up abruptly, and grabbed the stack of score papers.

"You are underestimating me!"

He smiled lowly, stuffed the score paper into her hand, and pointed to the piano beside him, "You'll know after playing it."

"..."

Nian Qingqing blinked her eyes, but obediently walked to the piano and sat down, stacked the scores and started playing.

……

After playing a few songs, she felt something was wrong.

These... don't really seem to be fast food songs rushed out of the rush!
There are flesh and blood, although the styles are very different and changeable, but they are handled very well. Every song is a top-notch song!
Nian Qingqing withdrew her hand in astonishment, and couldn't help but look back at the man.

What a little genius this horse is.

……

However, at this time, a certain little genius seemed to have completely let go of his heart, and fell asleep on the sofa.

The sun shone on his perfect profile, casting a hazy circle of glowing light.

Strangely good-looking.

It was so beautiful that Nian Qingqing couldn't help getting up and walking over slowly.

Pursing her lips and thinking for a while, she suddenly gave a chuckle, leaned down, and wanted to put a stamp on that porcelain-white handsome face.

However, before touching her, the man suddenly opened his eyes, got up abruptly, and pushed her back on the sofa.

"Eh……"

"Do not talk."

After stopping Nian Qingqing's astonishment, Yi Fanchen curled her red lips wantonly, and pressed towards Fen Tan without hesitation.

After lingering for a while, he reluctantly let go, and his foreheads touched.

Breathing out like silk, his eyes were faintly puzzled, "Do you miss me?"

Nian Qingqing blushed, and looked away awkwardly: "...Why do I come here if I don't want you."

"That's good."

He smiled lowly as if he had succeeded, and said nothing to her for a while, before he hugged her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

"I'm almost 'out'... Next, it's up to you, my boss."

"……what?"

Nian Qingqing trembled in fright.

Forty songs, how many lyricists does she need?

Will the liver not kill her?

　Ask, ask for votes...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)