shock!The big guy took the miniature version of Master Fu on a blind date again

Chapter 158 Master Fu: You Can Be An An's Mommy...

Wen Laochong's apprentice, this is the first time the bigwigs in the music industry have seen each other.

When the eyes of all the bosses fell on Song Nian, they felt that there was such a disciple, and it was unreasonable for the master not to favor him and let outsiders bully him!
Such a gifted disciple is rare in a hundred years, so he should pamper him well.

After being questioned by Mr. Wen, Song Wanwan's face was so pale that there was no blood in it. She gritted her teeth with hatred, but she could only swallow the blood in her mouth, and said with red eyes, "I am qualified."

"I'm Song Wanwan, I won't touch the violin again, and I won't tarnish your sanctity." One day, I will rewrite all this, and make you blind-eyed dogs kneel in front of me and apologize to me!

Before leaving, Song Wanwan looked at the position of Fu Junyu and his son. In the entire banquet hall, the only two people who had the closest relationship with her, the ones who should support her and reason the most, chose to ignore them.

Fu Junyu, you treated me so hard, but did you remember that I gave birth to An An in October of your pregnancy!
Song Wanwan left, full of anger and a humiliation she had never experienced in her life.

The liveliness of the dinner continued without being affected by Song Wanwan.

Song Nian led the twins to Elder Wen, and together with the monstrous Fu Junyu.

The picture of a family of four standing together is extremely pleasing to the eye no matter which angle it is viewed from.

Song Nian gently touched the twin's head, pointed at Mr. Wen and said softly, "It's Shigong."

The twins raised their heads, looked at the energetic old Wen with a milky look, and said in unison: "Shigong (Shigong)."

Looking at the twins, Mr. Wen was extremely happy.

The old man knelt down slowly, looked at the two different faces of the twins, touched their little heads lovingly, and handed out two red envelopes: "Hey, when you grow up, come and learn to play the violin with the teacher."

The twins took the red envelope, looked at Mr. Wen, and said in a childish voice, "Thank you Shigong (Shigong)."

Elder Wen stood up and looked at Fu Junyu, "This little boy, your son?"

Fu Junyu hummed lightly, and said in an elegant voice: "According to your seniority, he should call you Shigong."

Elder Wen nodded: "That's the reason." Looking at the twins happily, Elder Wen asked: "What musical instruments do you know?"

"Piano and violin." Song Suisui spoke first and gave a standard answer.

Fu Yanqing was not to be outdone, "I will too."

Mr. Wen nodded in satisfaction, and watched the performance on the stage near the end. He said: "When the uncles on the stage come down, you go up, one plays the piano, the other plays the violin, and play a song for us together, okay?"

It depends on talent and attainments!
Twins nodded: "Okay (good)."

The twins came on stage, Song Suisui chose the piano, and Fu Yanqing chose the violin.

The repertoire played was exactly that Song Nian's improvisational composition.

When she played, it had already been recorded by the people at the banquet hall, and it just came in handy at this moment.

All the bosses at the banquet hall have seen the interaction between Song Nian, Fu Junyu, Wen Lao and the twins. They are no strangers to the twins. At this moment, they are all looking forward to what kind of performance the twins will give them.

One of the twins is in charge of the piano and the other is in charge of the violin, and they are familiar with the music tacitly.

Under the stage, Fu Junyu stood beside Song Nian, although his cold eyes were looking at the stage, Song Nian beside him was all in his peripheral vision.

He wanted to tell her that her liking and preference for his son was too obvious.

But after thinking about it for a second, this is also good, it is convenient and conducive to the cultivation of feelings.

At least, the current An An is very different from the lazy and dull An An in the past.

Before the performance started, Fu Junyu's cold voice fell in Song Nian's ear softly: "If you can be An An's mother, he will be very happy."

(End of this chapter)