Yang Yarong looked at Lan Xue walking in front of her and couldn't help but whisper to Liu Qingying, "Qingying, are you sure she is really the Guqin master Lan Xue?

Why doesn’t I look like this? How could she be such a stupid master?"

Liu Qingying shook her head.

When she returned to Yang Yarong's office, because Lan Xue said she wanted to perform this song on one of her programs tomorrow, Xiao Zhengyang carefully taught Lan Xue to play this song.

After hearing Lan Xue’s words, Xiao Zhengyang realized that among the techniques he just used, seven of them were ancient techniques that had been passed down for more than a hundred years.

Because those lost techniques were too difficult and could not be learned for a while, Xiao Zhengyang changed to some other techniques to replace them.

It took only five hours to teach Lan Xue.

It was already late at night when Lan Xue finished learning the piano.

Fortunately, she drove here.

In order to learn the piano, Lan Xue didn't even bother to have dinner.

Seeing Yang Yarong bring her a bowl of noodles, Lan Xue quickly thanked her, took it and started to eat it.

She is really hungry.

After eating the noodles, Lan Xue took out three tickets and handed them to Yang Yarong.

"This is my ticket to tomorrow's concert. I hope Sister Yang, Qingying and Teacher Xiao can go."

Yang Yarong took the ticket and put it in her pocket.

"No problem! You are half a disciple of Zhengyang, and we will definitely support you when the time comes."

Xiao Zhengyang quickly pulled Yang Yarong.

"Sister Yang, don't make such jokes.

Lan Xue’s piano is much better than mine, she just can’t play this song.

I am just an amateur, so how can I compare with other professional masters?

You should stop slandering me!"

Lan Xue then put on a piece of clothes and arched her hands.

"Teacher Xiao is here, please accept a prayer from his disciple Lan Xue."

As he said that, Lan Xue wanted to kneel down to Xiao Zhengyang.

Xiao Zhengyang was shocked.

"Lan Xue, don't listen to Sister Yang.

She is joking with you! With my level, how can I be your teacher?"

Lan Xue heard Xiao Zhengyang say this, but insisted on worshiping him.

Xiao Zhengyang quickly pulled Lan Xue.

"Okay, let's talk about this later. Anyway, you have any things on the guqin that you want to know. If I know, I will tell you, isn't it okay!"

A little cunning flashed in Lan Xue's eyes, and she was waiting for what Xiao Zhengyang said.

Although Xiao Zhengyang's guqin is indeed not as good as hers, Lan Xue is very jealous of Xiao Zhengyang's seven lost ancient techniques.

What made Lan Xue most greedy was Xiao Zhengyang's book that wrote a bunch of lost ancient songs.

Lan Xue really wanted Xiao Zhengyang to lend her the book.

But she also knew that this requirement was too much.

Everyone was not that familiar with each other before, so Lan Xue naturally couldn't speak out, but now that Xiao Zhengyang said this, she could find an opportunity to borrow the notebook from Xiao Zhengyang in the future to take a look.

Xiao Zhengyang didn't know that Lan Xue had such little thoughts.

In fact, his book was some of the songs he wrote down when he was bored when he was learning the guqin in the space.

He didn't know that most of the songs there had been lost, and he didn't know that Lan Xue really wanted to read his book.

If Xiao Zhengyang knew that Lan Xue wanted to read his book, Xiao Zhengyang would have given her the book.

Seeing Lan Xue looking at her eyes, she suddenly felt like a cat saw a fish. Xiao Zhengyang felt relieved again and quickly went to see Yang Yarong quietly.

Fortunately, Yang Yarong did not notice that Lan Xue's gaze was different.

Xiao Zhengyang quickly coughed.

"It's getting late, Lan Xue, you'd better go back early!"

When Lan Xue heard Xiao Zhengyang urging her to go back, she withdrew her gaze and nodded, packed up her Qin and turned around and went out.

Yang Yarong, who was standing beside her, saw Lan Xue going out and looked at Xiao Zhengyang.

"Zhengyang, don't you send Lan Xue?"

Because seeing that Lan Xue really came to learn the piano, Yang Yarong no longer was wary of Lan Xue, and naturally became enthusiastic about her and became concerned about her.

In addition, she felt that her previous words hurt Lan Xue, and she couldn't help feeling a little sad.

When Xiao Zhengyang heard Yang Yarong say that he wanted him to send Lan Xue, he was shocked again.

"No need! She drove here by herself, so she didn't need to send it."

It’s not that Xiao Zhengyang was unwilling to give it to him, but he remembered Yang Yarong’s jealous look in the afternoon, worried that he would really go to give it to Lan Xue, but he didn’t know if it would cause Yang Yarong’s misunderstanding.

He was really scared by Yang Yarong's jealousy, worried that she was deliberately testing herself when she said this.

After hearing what Xiao Zhengyang said, Yang Yarong glared at him.

"Are you still a man?"

I am a girl who rushed from our countryside to the city at such a big night. How could you not even send her?”

When Xiao Zhengyang saw that Yang Yarong seemed not to be testing him, he felt relieved.

"Okay! Then I'll send it."

Yang Yarong only then started to laugh.

Seeing Xiao Zhengyang walking to the door, Yang Yarong immediately chased after him.

Yang Yarong grabbed Xiao Zhengyang and leaned into her ear and said, "Send it back! I remember the time.

You are only allowed to send Lan Xue to the door, but you are not allowed to enter.

Do you understand?"

Xiao Zhengyang suddenly felt bitter and knew that Yang Yarong was still worried.

After sending Lan Xue home, Xiao Zhengyang rushed back immediately, and he really didn't dare to delay at all.

When Yang Yarong saw Xiao Zhengyang coming back, she looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and then she smiled with satisfaction.

"I'll go to bed first."

Yang Yarong said, stretched her waist, turned around and fell on the sofa, and casually pulled up Xiao Zhengyang's blanket and covered her body.

Xiao Zhengyang's eyes suddenly widened.

This sofa is his bed! But Yang Yarong is sleeping here now.

Xiao Zhengyang sighed.

After washing up, Xiao Zhengyang was about to go inside and squeeze into the bed with Liu Qingying.

Anyway, he used to sleep with Liu Qingying every day.

But when Xiao Zhengyang pushed the door, he found that the door inside had been tied up by Liu Qingying.

"Why are you still sleeping in the door now?"

Xiao Zhengyang muttered in a low voice.

When Yang Yarong on the sofa heard this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled secretly.

Yang Yarong actually didn't fall asleep at all, she pretended to be asleep.

Seeing Xiao Zhengyang walking towards the bedroom inside, Yang Yarong quickly narrowed her eyes and peeked.

Although Yang Yarong told Liu Qingying to tie the door from inside tonight, she didn't know if Liu Qingying really did.

Seeing that Xiao Zhengyang could not push the door, he turned around and came back, Yang Yarong quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Xiao Zhengyang returned to the sofa and saw that Yang Yarong was already asleep. He couldn't wake her up again, so he lay down on the sofa and covered her body with clothes, intending to do this for one night.

As soon as Xiao Zhengyang closed his eyes, he felt a blanket covering him.

Then a soft body touched him.

Xiao Zhengyang quickly opened his eyes.

Just as Yang Yarong had already covered his blanket, he also got into his arms.

Xiao Zhengyang hasn't slept with Liu Qingying for many days, and now he is suddenly hugged by Yang Yarong like this, and he feels his heartbeat suddenly accelerate.

"Sister Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Zhengyang gently pushed Yang Yarong.

Although Yang Yarong is not more beautiful than Liu Qingying, she is a married woman and is more experienced than Liu Qingying.

This is also a greater test for Xiao Zhengyang's concentration.

Yang Yarong hugged Xiao Zhengyang tighter at this time.

"cold!"

Yang Yarong pretended to be vague, and still pretended to be asleep with her eyes closed.
Chapter completed!