After arriving in the bathroom, the two began to solve the zipper issue.

"Did you do this on purpose?" Wang Muyan scolded in a low voice, her face turning red.

"You are such a bitch, Lu Dongbin, but you don't know a good heart. I saw that your zipper was not zipped up and all was exposed, so I helped you zip it up, but I didn't expect that the hem of your clothes would get stuck in it. You think I did?"

"You must have done it on purpose, you pervert."

"Okay, okay, I did it on purpose." After saying that, Lin Bufan took off his coat.

"You, what are you doing..." Wang Muyan panicked.

"You idiot, I'll take off my clothes and you can do it yourself." Lin Bufan was also drunk, so he walked out.

After a while, Wang Muyan came out, put her clothes on Lin Bufan's head and said, "Give it back to you!"

The zipper was finally closed.

"That's so rude!" Lin Bufan smiled and put on his coat.

Wang Muyan's face turned red with embarrassment when she thought of the scene where she had taken off her clothes in the study just now.

What a sin!

After meeting this adopted son, I lost all my self-esteem.

Just wait, I will definitely take revenge.

At around 6pm, dinner was served.

Mr. Qian's granddaughter Qian Xiaoxiao suddenly came.

Four people sat around eating together. Wang Muyan was very attentive to Qian Xiaoxiao. After chatting for a long time, she took out a golden card from her purse, handed it to Qian Xiaoxiao and said: "This is the VVIP card of IK Mall. You can

Spend whatever you want inside.”

IK shopping malls are chain stores, but they were only available in big cities at the time. After 2004, due to poor management and the rise of chain shopping malls in the hot summer, they withdrew from the hot summer market.

Qian Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he took it immediately, "Thank you, Sister Wang, hehe!"

Mr. Qian felt sorry and said, "How could you accept such a valuable thing?"

"It's just a little trivial. Don't worry about it, Mr. Qian. We still need more care from the money market in the future."

Qian Xiaoxiao's father is a high-level executive in Shanghai, so Wang Muyan naturally wants to curry favor with him.

The four major families do not cover the sky with one hand, but these four families contributed a lot to the establishment of Yanxia. The high-level circles in Shanghai are complicated, and not all of them give face to the four major families.

After all, the Wang family in Yanzhou now only has contact with a group of veterans who have retired, and has little contact with the new rich.

"Oh, it cost Miss Wang a lot of money."

"Sister Wang, I will definitely say good things about you in front of dad." Qian Xiaoxiao said obediently.

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao!"

Qian Xiaoxiao is in her third year of junior high school and is already used to this kind of thing.

During the dinner, Mr. Qian took out his treasured Moutai and Lin Bufan and Wang Muyan exchanged cups. After dinner, Qian Xiaoxiao went to the living room, took out his guitar and started playing a song.

The melody of the song "Miss Dong" was played, but because Lin Bufan raised it two keys at the time, Qian Xiaoxiao always made mistakes.

"It's strange. What's wrong with this song?"

What happened was that at Zhou Xiran's birthday dinner, Lin Bufan's song "Ms. Dong" won a lot of success. Some second-generation people knew a little about music, so they copied the score from memory, but some details of the notes were wrong.

Qian Xiaoxiao studied in an aristocratic school and studied with the second generation. When the second generation played "Miss Dong", he was deeply attracted.

So I also joined the ranks of picking up scores.

When Lin Bufan heard this familiar tune, he put down his wine glass, walked up to Qian Xiaoxiao, and said, "Your song is "Miss Dong," right?"

"Wow, how did you know?"

Lin Bufan took the guitar and said, "I'll play, you pick up the music, look at my hands and listen to my tone."

With that said, Lin Bufan put on his capo and started playing "Miss Dong".

Qian Xiaoxiao was extremely excited and started to read the score.

Soon the score was completed, and Qian Xiaoxiao also knew about it, "Brother Lin, are you the original?"

Lin Bufan touched Qian Xiaoxiao's head and said, "Yes, do you like this song?"

"I like it very much. Brother Lin, you are so awesome. You are a musical genius." Qian Xiaoxiao held Lin Bufan's hand affectionately and said, "I want to become my teacher."

Wang Muyan in the dining room was so angry that not a single song from the VVIP card she just gave her was effective.

"Okay, seeing as you are so talented in music, you will definitely be an outstanding musician in the future. Well, Brother Lin doesn't have anything to give you, so why not give you a song."

"Really? Is it original?"

"Well, yes, I have never sung it for anyone else." Lin Bufan said with a smile.

Qian Xiaoxiao was so excited that she kissed Lin Bufan on the face and said, "Master, you are so kind!"

"This song is called "Zebra"!" Lin Bufan hummed softly while playing.

zebra zebra

Don't fall asleep

Show me your injured tail again

I don't want to touch the scar of your wound

I just want to lift your hair

…

The song has a melodious voice and a melodious melody. It is also a folk ballad. It uses a zebra as a metaphor for a character, and the anthropomorphic lyrics are very interesting. Qian Xiaoxiao holds her chin up and listens intoxicatedly...

Even Mr. Qian in the dining room closed his eyes slightly and listened.

This slightly sad tone and lyrics bring Mr. Qian back to his youthful years...

Wang Muyan was disdainful at first, but as she listened, she became fascinated.

After singing the song, everyone applauded.

"This song is for you." Lin Bufan smiled and said to Qian Xiaoxiao.

"Thank you, master."

The word "Master" has brought the two of them closer.

Qian Xiaoxiao continued: "Master, I will definitely let dad take care of your company."

"You're so sensible!" Lin Bufan touched her head and said, "But this is not good. It's better to do business openly. It helps a lot. If it hurts your father, the master doesn't want to see you sad."

These words made the situation bigger. Mr. Qian nodded in approval, "Mr. Lin is really thoughtful."

Compared to Wang Muyan's philistine, Lin Bufan indeed won.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, I left Qian's Mansion.

The starry sky at night is beautiful, and the sycamore trees on Frank Street are hung with colored lights, twinkling and twinkling.

Lin Bufan lit a cigarette and felt the scenery of the 1990s.

"Don't be proud, you will cry one day." In Wang Muyan's eyes, Lin Bufan smoking and holding his head high was a provocation.

Lin Bufan was also drunk and said, "When will you give it to me? There is a big hotel in front of you. Do you want me to get a presidential suite?"

"Huh, you're dreaming."

Lin Bufan took out his phone and raised it a few times, "Don't force me. If you force me, you will be in trouble."

"You...you bastard."

Lin Bufan smiled contemptuously, got in the car, and drove towards the Chu family.

Wang Muyan followed closely.

Lin Bufan stopped in front of a traffic light.

The more Wang Muyan thought about it, the angrier she became. When her brain became hot, she bumped into him.

With a "plop" sound, the rear fresh-keeping cover fell off.

Lin Bufan walked out of the cab angrily, "Are you really sick?"

Wang Muyan also walked out of the cab, "Give me your mobile phone."
Chapter completed!