"Then your relationship with Xichun recently is okay, right?"

Du Yueqin also believed in his son's character, and did not dwell on the guitar matter, but quickly asked the second question.

This question is the main purpose of her call today.

She also read the online post, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that the person was right.

Feeling uneasy, he immediately couldn't help but call Zheng Yan, ready to probe the mouth.

"Mom, my relationship with Xichun has always been very stable, don't listen to the blind analysis of netizens.

And Xichun is by my side now, if you don't believe it, you can ask her personally. Zheng

Yan guessed and knew that Du Yueqin had read the post on the Internet.

But the content of the post is really difficult to explain, in order to block Du Yueqin's mouth, he simply handed the mobile phone directly to Qian Xichun.

He knew that Du Yueqin would definitely not ask Qian Xichun about this.

Qian Xi gave Zheng Yan a blank look before taking the phone and greeting Du Yueqin sweetly.

The result was not unexpected by Zheng Yan, Du Yueqin did not continue to ask, but only cared about Qian Xichun and hung up the phone.

"I still have something to do in the studio tonight, so I'll leave first.

My mom will definitely call to inquire later, and I will inform you in advance.

After answering the phone, Qian Xichun took his leave.

Zheng Yan nodded and watched Qian Xichun leave calmly as usual.

I just don't know what's going on, the house where he usually lives alone is very comfortable, and suddenly he feels empty.

..........

The next day, at twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Zheng Yan arrived at Wang Zhipeng's house.

In the morning, Wang Zhipeng's mother called and told Wang Zhipeng that he was going out to play again in the morning, and asked Zheng Yan to come over at noon and have lunch by the way.

Entering Wang Zhipeng's villa, there was a middle-aged man with a 6-point resemblance to Wang Zhipeng sitting in the living room.

"You are Zheng Yan, you really look like a talent!"

When the middle-aged man saw Zheng Yan come in, he immediately got up with a smile on his face and greeted him, with a very enthusiastic attitude.

Zheng Yan hurriedly handed over the fruit he bought and greeted politely.

"Hello Uncle Wang!"

The middle-aged man in front of him is Wang Xingye, an uncle that Zheng Yan has never met before, the top three richest people in the country, and the first real estate developer in Xia Country.

"Zheng Yan, you can come here, what else to buy."

Your identity today is still Zhipeng's teacher, so we should buy you a gift. A

gentle middle-aged woman walked out of the kitchen, and said to Zheng Yan in a dissatisfied tone, but her face was full of joy.

"Aunt Ling, you still cook yourself."

The middle-aged woman in front of her is Zheng Yan's mother's former little sister, Du Xiuling.

In fact, Zheng Yan's mother Du Yueqin and Du Xiuling have not been in touch for more than 20 years, but this time Du Yueqin asked a lot of relationships in order to find a job for Zheng Yan.

In the end, I didn't expect to accidentally contact Du Xiuling, which led to Zheng Yan finally becoming Wang Zhipeng's piano teacher.

"The first time you come to our house, I will definitely treat you well.

You talk to your uncle first, and then I'll go in and stir-fry.

Du Xiuling saw that Zheng Yan did not have any restraints, so she let go of the worry in her heart and returned to the kitchen.

"Zheng Yan, I'm sorry, Zhipeng didn't know where to run this morning and went crazy, so he can only go to class again in the afternoon."

In the living room, when only Wang Xingye and Zheng Yan were left, Wang Xingye immediately apologized to Zheng Yan.

"It's okay, anyway, I have a lot of time now, and I can teach him at any time."

Zheng Yan hurriedly waved his hand and said politely.

His tutoring fee is charged by the day, yesterday and today are all counted money, take the money for nothing and calmly accept Wang Xingye's apology, that is too unhuman.

"Zhipeng, this kid always wants to learn something new as soon as his head is hot, but often he only has three minutes of heat.

You can teach him the basics casually, there is no need to teach too deep things.

Wang Xingye remembered that Du Xiuling said that Zheng Yan had only played the piano in high school and had not touched the piano for nearly ten years.

In order not to embarrass Zheng Yan in future teaching, Wang Xingye considered his tone and limited the scope of teaching for Zheng Yan in advance.

"Forehead: I understand.

Zheng Yan was stunned for a moment before nodding.

Du Xiuling's tutoring fee for him is not low, and it is too strange that Wang Xingye has no teaching requirements for him.

"Zheng Yan, what school did you graduate from?"

Wang Xingye ignored Zheng Yan's doubts, personally poured a cup of tea for Zheng Yan, and continued to ask gently.

"Uncle Wang, I graduated from Changhai Communication University."

Zheng Yan took the teacup and replied truthfully.

His impression of Wang Xingye now is very good, and the big man with a net worth of hundreds of billions can actually treat a poor relative like him with such an amiable attitude, which makes him really a little flattered.

"Changhai Communication University is a famous university, which is exactly the talent my company needs.

If you don't dislike it, you might as well come to work in my company. Wang

Xingye tried to see the dagger and told his true purpose.

In the past few days, Du Xiuling has been asking him to help solve the problem of Zheng Yan's work, and after seeing Zheng Yan today, he also has a very good sense of Zheng Yan, and he is not exclusive to Zheng Yan working in his company.

"Dad, you still let your cousin go to work at your company, you won't be drunk and haven't woken up."

A guitar in my cousin's family is worth 100 million, how can it be rare for your broken salary!

At this time, Wang Zhipeng ran in from outside, just heard Wang Xingye's last words, and immediately glanced at Wang Xingye with disdain.

Then he quickly turned his head and said to Zheng Yan with a look of adoration:

"Cousin, you are really hidden, I didn't expect you to be a five-fingered piano demon, no wonder you could play the guitar so well yesterday!"

"My cousin is actually Qian Xichun, she is my former idol, cousin, when will you take me to your house, I will personally ask my cousin for an autograph."

"By the way, cousin, I still want to go to your house to take a picture with your 10 million worth of Suona and a hundred million guitar.

Do you know, those friends of mine yesterday were stunned when they saw the news, and when I posted the photo to the circle of friends, they would definitely be envious to death.

Wang Zhipeng said a long paragraph without breathing, his expression extremely excited.

Wang Xingye and Du Xiuling, who had just come out of the kitchen with dishes, were also stunned for a long time without words after hearing their son's words.

It's not that Zheng Yan is an unemployed vagrant. No, stay-at-home freelancers?

Why does it sound like Zheng Yan is awesome now.

Zheng Yan didn't want Wang Zhipeng's family to misunderstand, and hurriedly took out the previous remarks, saying with a wry smile that all this was an accident.

But even so, Wang Xingye and Du Xiuling were still amazed by Zheng Yan.

There is a big star wife, and there are millions of fans on the Internet, which is what ordinary people can do.

As for letting Zheng Yan come to work in the company, Wang Xingye has long stopped mentioning this matter.

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