Let me ask, when did Mr. Fu Qi, who has always been surrounded by people, work as an assistant?

A luxury car passed by the two of them quickly. Seeing this scene, the man wearing a Peppa Pig logo T-shirt on the car opened his mouth in surprise and was stunned for a while before slowing down. When he turned around and looked at it, the black Rolls-Royce had already driven away, leaving only a string of license plate numbers that could be vaguely seen clearly.

Emperor Y8888888.

That was Fu Lanshen's car.

That's right.

"Damn!" Looking at the direction where the black car left, Song Jiu couldn't help but swear.

Song Jiu immediately took out his cell phone and dialed a string of numbers.

At this time, Fu Lanshen was driving.

The melodious cell phone ringing sounded in the car.

"Lili, help me answer the phone." Fu Lanshen looked forward without squinting, and opened his thin lips lightly.

"Okay." Mu Qingli nodded slightly and picked up the phone on the center console. Seeing that the call on the screen was "Song Jiu". She turned to Fu Lanshen, "It's Song Jiu, do you want to answer?"

"Come on." Fu Lanshen said concisely.

Mu Qingli just answered the call, and before she could speak, she heard a roar from the other end of the screen, "Damn it! Master Qi! You are too unfavorable, there is a situation..."

His voice was so loud that he wanted to cut his eardrums, and Mu Qingli had no choice but to remove his phone from his ears.

"Hey! Hey? Master Qi, why don't you speak? Is the signal bad? Hello?"

"Tell him that I have something to do now and I'll return it to him later." Fu Lanshen spoke in a low tone.

"Okay." Mu Qingli nodded slightly, took the phone back to her ear again, and opened her red lips, "Hey, hello."

She was stunned for a few seconds, as if she was verifying something and confirming that he did not call the wrong person, Song Jiu spoke, suppressing excitement in her voice, "Hey, is it my aunt? I am Song Jiu!"

What the hell is aunt?

Is she that old?

Mu Qingli raised his eyebrows speechlessly and explained, "Sorry, Mr. Song, you misunderstood. I am not your aunt. Uncle Qi is busy with something now. When he finishes his work, he will call you back. Goodbye."

Before the person on the phone could react, she hung up the phone.

Song Jiu looked at the hung-up phone call in a daze. For a moment, he touched his chin behind him.

Uncle Seven.

Fu Lanshen has six or seven nieces. When did he have one more niece?

Why doesn't he know?

Something is wrong.

There is a situation.

Song Jiu narrowed his eyes. It seemed that Fu Lanshen, who has never been close to women, has undergone a lot of changes in the past few days he went abroad.

After Fu Lanshen sent Mu Qingli to school, he went directly to the company.

As soon as he entered the office, he saw Song Jiu who was smiling with a wretched look on his face, "Seventh Master, there is something wrong."

Fu Lanshen walked around him expressionlessly, came to his desk, and sorted out the documents that he had not finished processing the day before.

"Master Qi, you're not very interested. You don't even talk to me about such a major event in life!" Song Jiu sat directly on the desk and looked at Fu Lanshen with a gossip, "I listened to the sound, that girl shouldn't be too old, right? She won't be underage yet, right?"

Speaking of this, Song Jiu pinched his chin and continued, "I'm so curious! What kind of fairy is that can make you fall in love with?"

"You really want to know?" Fu Lanshen raised his eyes from a pile of documents.

"Yeah! I really want to do it!" Song Jiu nodded hurriedly.

Fu Lanshen's tone was slow, "Then I'll ask you a question first, and I'll tell you if I answer correctly."

"You ask, Master Qi, I promise to speak without saying anything."

Fu Lan opened her thin lips lightly, and said seriously: "Why can you tie a knot when the rope is long, but your tongue cannot?"

"Ah?" Song Jiu touched his head and said with a confused look on his face: "What the hell is this?"

Fu Lanshen no longer spoke.

Song Jiu thought for a long time but couldn't come up with the correct answer. In desperation, he had to use the reason to go to the bathroom and hide in the bathroom and search the Internet for the answer.

After knowing the exact answer.

Song Jiu was in a bad mood!

Fu Lanshen is too dark-bellied! He actually said that he is a tongue-in-law!

**

In a flash, seven or eight days passed.

During this period, although Mu Qingli was busy studying, she insisted on going to the garden to run every day.

And the Qingyi also went to practice her throat every morning.

This morning she sang an excerpt from "The Legend of the White Snake".

Mu Qingli was immersed in this opera and ran around and after a while. At the end of the song, when she was halfway through, the Qingyi called her very rarely.

"Little girl, how do you think I'm singing this passage?"

Mu Qingli stopped and commented a few times. At the end, she sighed: "Sister, you are a typical example of singing like whatever you like. This Bai Suzhen's singing scene seems to really let me see Bai Suzhen back then."

Qingyi smiled slightly.

She originally thought that Mu Qingli could only sing "The Drunken Concubine", but she didn't expect that she was so proficient in Peking Opera that she even knew "The Legend of the White Snake" and her comments were very professional.

You should know that in this contemporary era of various idol dramas, whether it is Peking Opera, Huangmei Opera, Henan Opera, Kun Opera, etc., they are collectively called "singers" in the eyes of young people.

Young people like Mu Qingli are really rare.

"Then will you sing the excerpts of "Broken Bridge" in "The Legend of the White Snake"?" Qingyi continued.

Mu Qingli smiled and said, "You can sing a little."

"Then practice with me for a while?" Qingyi raised her eyebrows, and her eyes were shining with ink-colored eyeliner, making people unable to refuse her request.

"OK."

"Just the part between the green snake and the white snake?" Qingyi continued to ask.

Mu Qingli nodded.

Qingyi quickly entered the state, dragging her whisperingly, "...I'm not saying this to you in times of trouble... You have to say that you are alone and not filament..."

After a paragraph, Mu Qingli naturally followed the paragraph, "...If Sister Xian was deceived again, this three-foot ruthless sword would definitely avenge the grievance..." Compared to Qingyi's sucking and lifting, the singing part was clear as soon as possible, and Mu Qingli's singing was no less than that.

She really knows how to sing, and she sings very well!

Qingyi gradually showed an admiration in her eyes, "Do you want to consider joining our theater troupe?" She really didn't want to miss such a good seedling.

Mu Qingli shook her head gently, "Thank you for your support, but I don't have this plan at the moment."

Qingyi nodded, "That's right, a child as old as you always has to focus on learning."

"My name is Mu Qingli," Mu Qingli continued, "I'll ask you presumptuously, sister, what's your name?"

"Zhang Qingyue." Qingyi replied.

Mu Qingli smiled and said, "What a coincidence, we have the word Qing in our name."

Zhang Qingyue smiled and said, "It's not a coincidence, it's fate."

In the following time, Mu Qingli still went for a run every morning.

But except for the communication that morning, there was no communication between the two.

It's still a running and a performing.

The cooperation is very tacit.

As she was getting closer and closer to the school's technical competition, Mu Qingli's frequency of writing questions was getting higher and higher. Even when she was taking other classes, she was also doing Olympiad mathematics questions.

After class, I was just using the toilet and doing questions.

Tong Shishi held her head and looked at her, "Da Meili, aren't you bored doing Olympiad problems every day?"

"It's not boring." Mu Qingli said without raising her head: "I've participated in the competition, I'm not going to be the first place?"

Upon hearing this, Tong Shishi said with great desire: "If you win the first place, then our North China can get rid of the title of "garbage school"! Dameili, you have to work hard! Redeem our North China!"

"Don't worry." Mu Qingli patted her chest, "The first pack is on me!"

At this moment, two female classmates passed by Mu Qingli hand in hand. When they heard this, they sneered and said sarcastically: "Some of these people have not been praised by the teacher for a few words, so they don't know what their surname is! They are still thinking about getting the first place... This is definitely the best joke I have heard this year!"

Her companion immediately responded, "Who said she couldn't get first? Then wasn't the last one specially prepared for her?"

"Ha ha……"

As soon as this said, a burst of laughter immediately sounded around.

"Stop." Qi Feng slid down from the desk, put his hands on his chest, and stopped the two girls.
To be continued...