The queen’s wife is on the show, I can’t hide it anymore

After signing the contract, Xue Qian did not leave Xichun Studio, but practiced the singing skills of this song under the guidance of Zheng Yan.

Xue Qian's singing skills are originally good, and his voice is also very suitable for this song.

Under Zheng Yan's careful guidance, the song that has been basically mastered in one day has reached Zheng Yan's level of sixty percent.

"Teacher Zheng, don't worry, I will do my best to record this song after I go back, and I won't let your song be insulted!"

At five o'clock in the afternoon, when Xue Qian was leaving, he once again held Zheng Yan's hand with both hands and made a promise.

He really likes this song and feels that this song is especially suitable for him.

Resolutely will not let this song be dusted in his hands.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, you are already singing very well now, I believe you."

Zheng Yan waved his hand and encouraged Xue Qian a word or two.

He was also full of confidence in Xue Qian in his heart.

Today he has found that Xue Qian is particularly consistent with the tone of this song.

Even if Xue Qian still can't sing at his level after going back to practice, under the blessing of timbre, he must not be inferior to him too much.

After bidding farewell to Xue Qian, Zheng Yan stood at the door and waited for Qian Xichun to leave work together.

He Hong had already told him before that Qian Xichun still wanted to go back to his house today.

"Zheng Yan, don't forget that tomorrow afternoon you and Xichun will go to Watermelon Satellite TV to record a show."

Qian Xichun, He Hong and the others quickly walked out of the office.

When He Hong parted with Zheng Yan, he also specially reminded him.

Zheng Yanbi made an OK gesture, indicating that he knew.

He didn't have any worries about tomorrow's recording.

"Star Singer-Songwriter" will record tomorrow, and the program team has already notified him.

The only singer who will perform tomorrow is the singer, and he is just going to shine a picture, which is very simple.

After bidding farewell to He Hong, Zheng Yan took Qian Xichun to his car.

It's just that what makes Zheng Yan strange is that Qian Xichun has been very silent today.

I didn't say a word during the lunch meal, and now I still look sullen.

"Xichun, are you not feeling well today?"

Zheng Yan couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Well, those days came."

Qian Xichun responded coldly without looking at Zheng Yan.

Last night, Zheng Yan's behavior of creating a false confession made her think more and more longing, and she didn't sleep well all night.

In order to take revenge on Zheng Yan for fooling her, she decided not to talk to Zheng Yan for the past few days.

Even the news that she was going home today, she told Zheng Yan through He Hongzhi's mouth.

In order not to let Zheng Yan find out that she was making trouble, she also specially used the common excuse of women to block Zheng Yan's inquiry.

Anyway, Zheng Yan doesn't know when she will come to the great aunt.

Zheng Yan nodded clearly, and then there was no mind to speak, and the two returned to the community all the way without speaking.

"You go up first, I'll go buy some food..." After

parking the car in the underground parking lot, Zheng Yan did not choose to take the elevator home with Qian Xichun.

Instead, he made an excuse and began to walk outside, and as he walked, he took out his mobile phone to search for what food women should eat in those days.

"Spinach, celery, black chicken, red dates..." Zheng

Yan didn't care what the blood tonic effect of these foods said on the Internet was, anyway, he bought all the dishes he could buy.

With so many dishes, there is always one that will have an effect.

When he returned home with a large bag and a small bag, Zheng Yan did not find Qian Xichun's figure in the living room.

Thinking that Qian Xichun should rest in the bedroom now, he did not disturb Qian Xichun's thoughts, and took care of himself to cook.

Today's dishes made by Zheng Yan are: black chicken soup stewed with red dates, carrot rib soup, stir-fried vermicelli with spinach, stir-fried meat with celery.

Both soups were time-consuming, resulting in this meal taking Zheng Yan more than an hour to prepare.

"Xichun, come out to eat."

Now that the time had come to half past eight, after Zheng Yan brought the dishes to the table, he immediately knocked on Qian Xichun's door.

The door was opened instantly, revealing Qian Xi's pure and beautiful face, so that Zheng Yan's hand that still wanted to knock stopped in mid-air awkwardly.

"I can't eat your meal for nothing, I'll make up for these two meals later."

Qian Xichun said to Zheng Yan embarrassedly before following him to the dining table and sitting down.

Tonight, she heard the stir-fry outside in her room and realized that she was acting wrong.

She is not Zheng Yan's person, how can she be at ease waiting for Zheng Yan to finish the meal, and then serve her white food.

But she had already said that she was not feeling well, and she felt inappropriate to go to the kitchen to help.

I can only alleviate a little of the guilt in my heart by paying money.

"What stupid thing are you talking about?

Are we all people who lack that little bit of money? Let's sit down and eat.

These are all new dishes I have tried, and you can see if they are appetizing.

Zheng Yan glanced at Qian Xichun with the eyes of an idiot, guessing whether Qian Xichun had come in those days, and his IQ had become lower.

Whether he or Qian Xichun is a wealthy gentleman with a net worth of at least tens of millions, how can he still worry about such a trivial matter as vegetable money.

Qian Xichun immediately blushed when he heard this.

She just wanted to compensate Zheng Yan before, where did she think so much.

Qian Xichun, who was speechless, could only focus on tonight's dish, so as not to embarrass himself.

But looking at the few dishes on the table, Qian Xichun was stunned.

She remembered that Zheng Yan's taste was relatively heavy, and she had to put a little chili pepper in her dishes.

But tonight's dishes are very light, and I don't see a trace of red....

And these dishes seem to have the effect of tonifying blood.

"Why are you stunned, eat."

Zheng Yan woke up Qian Xichun, who was still stunned, and urged.

Tonight's dishes are all made for Qian Xichun, and he is a big man and does not need to replenish blood.

"Hmm."

Qian Xichun answered obediently, and ate silently.

Although these dishes are Zheng Yan's first time, there is no chili.

But with the blessing of Zheng Yanman's cooking skills, not only Qian Xichun's chopsticks can't stop.

Even Zheng Yan himself has eaten a lot, and feels that occasionally eating a little light and drinking soup is also very good.

"I'll go wash the dishes."

After eating, Zheng Yan consciously prepared to wash the dishes.

But Qian Xichun's movements were faster than him, and he hurriedly protected the bowl and chopsticks by his side like a cub.

It's as if it's not a dirty bowl on the table, but a baby.

"This... Even if you don't want to owe me, you can wash the dishes in the future." Looking

at Qian Xichun's appearance of washing dishes seriously in the kitchen, Zheng Yan muttered helplessly.

From Qian Xichun's previous performance, he sensed Qian Xichun's idea of not wanting to eat white food.

It's just that Qian Xichun is in poor health today, and he is still so stubborn, so that Zheng Yan really doesn't know what to say.