I have a good time with Mr. Ba

Chapter 120 Drilling the Quilt, Drilling Her
"What?" Ning Xin was a little puzzled.

"Come on, go back to the room first, I will tell you slowly in a while."

Ning Xin said to herself, "I want to go to a company for an interview tomorrow."

"No rush, I'll help you arrange your new job." The man's tone was beyond reproach.

Ning Xin was reluctant, she wanted to enter a company with her own strength, not with his light.

"I want to find it myself."

"Baby, I just want to give you a high starting point. If you really want to stand out, you still have to rely on yourself, understand?" The man smiled softly, persuasively.

"People won't say I go through the back door, will they?"

"I'll take you through the front door openly, and save the back door for others!" the man couldn't help but tease.

Ning Xin couldn't help laughing, and then he said seriously: "It's good for you to get in touch with multi-form music production. I listen to the demo songs you made yourself, it's not bad."

She can independently arrange music and write lyrics, and her level is not bad, but she needs to be refined.

Ning Xin could get such affirmation from him, tears almost filled her eyes, he rarely affirmed others.

He carried her back to the room, she struggled off him, and then excitedly pulled him to listen to the tune she adapted.

The man was a little depressed. Sure enough, this little woman can't boast, and she will be excited when she praises her.

Ning Xin was soft-hearted, her pretty face was innocent, and her beautiful almond eyes seemed to be filled with mist. This made the man's heart soften, and he compromised without principle: "Fine, fine...you play, I'll listen."

Ning Xin picked up her beloved guitar and played it seriously.

She re-arranged "Red Rose" into a jazz style. With her unique singing voice, there is a touch of lazy sentiment in her voice, but it still sounds sweet, with a special flavor in it.

The man casually sat cross-legged beside her, his eyes rippling like water, with a touch of tenderness, every cell in his body was relaxing, and his eyes were uncontrollably attracted to her.

She is so charming when she sings.

If he is willing to praise her, she will easily become popular all over the world.

But he has his own selfishness, and he prefers that she sing for him alone.

——The dream of roses in braise and empty bloom

——Hold it in your hand and lose it between your fingers
—— is falling~empty

Gradually at the end, Ning Xin's voice pierced through the air and reached the bottom of his heart. During the whole process, his mind would unconsciously create a fictional picture based on her singing. It was really a poignant love story.

After one song, he was a little bit unsatisfied, feeling lost in his heart.

Ning Xin's sly eyes stared at his face, he dodged back a little, Ning Xin followed, those bright eyes shone with brilliance, shining abnormally, "How is my adaptation?"

Now she is like a little girl who needs to be praised by her parents, her eyes full of anticipation make Lu Chongan feel very cute.

"...It's okay." Lu Chongan didn't want to praise her anymore, otherwise she would have to pull him along and listen to her sing all night.

"Hmph, I don't like this answer." Ning Xin suddenly became brutal, pinching his ears with both hands, "Tell me, Ning Xin sings the best, the best version Lu Chongan has ever heard."

"..." Lu Chongan was sweating deeply, the appearance of his little girl acting like a coquettish rascal is really... unbearable.

"Tell me..." Ning Xin gave full play to my unreasonable nature as a woman, and tried to torment him.

Lu Chong'an couldn't laugh or cry under her clutches, "Ning Xiaoxin, it's late at night, don't get convulsed."

"If you don't say it, I'll sing about the happy breakup." Ning Xin pouted.

"Hey, I don't deserve a beating!" Lu Chongan glared at her, scratching her itch with his big hand, Ning Xin let out a strange cry, and hid back with a smile.

The man got out of bed, "I'm going to wash up, and see how I can clean you up when I come back later?"

Ning Xin made a face at his back, "Damn it."

She played "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" casually again, the water droplets on Lu Chongan's hair were still dripping, Ning Xin didn't pay attention to him, and was still immersed in the melody.

He was a little unhappy, he dangled in front of her intentionally or unintentionally, and Bo paid attention.

But Ning Xin still ignored him, her apricot eyes glanced at other places, but her few broken notes revealed her current state of mind.

Ning Xin suppressed her smile, and couldn't help complaining in her heart, Lu Chongan, Lu Chongan, how could you be so childish?

She carefully placed her beloved guitar, which was a birthday present from Qi Yaobei, and she has kept it with her for so many years, cherishing it very much.

Turning around, the person has fallen into his arms...

(End of this chapter)