Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 2 Liu Qianqian

the next day.

Wang Zihao woke up from a soft bed, opened his eyes, and saw an "ocean".

On the ceiling, there are various cartoon patterns printed, including blue whales, colorful dolphins, and cute shells...

Ok?
This sea actually has fragrance?
While he was in a daze, the voice that had haunted him came from beside Wang Zihao: "Wang Zihao, are you awake?"

Turning his head to look, he was taken aback.

Sitting next to the bed was the figure that only appeared in his dream—the music teacher who taught their class in the third year of high school, Liu Qianqian.

Wearing a white dress, the blue silk is like a waterfall, as graceful as a dragon swimming, and as graceful as a frightened bird.

This is where?

Why did Teacher Liu appear beside my bed?

I last night...

Wang Zihao had a headache and couldn't remember what he did last night. He only vaguely remembered that after he was drunk, he crossed the Peach Blossom Lake Pedestrian Bridge, boarded the arch bridge next to Peach Blossom Island, snatched someone's musical instrument, and sang a song. a song...

In the end, the wind on Peach Blossom Lake made his stomach churn, and after a while, he couldn't remember anything.

Seeing Wang Zihao's dumbfounded look, Liu Qianqian smiled happily. Her prosperous beauty was the same as before, pure and innocent: "I performed well last night. From now on, this villa of mine will be yours."

Wang Zihao was shocked, got up slipperily, and lost his voice: "Ms. Liu, last night...we..."

"I couldn't find any of the songs you sang on the Internet. When I asked you, if you said that no one recognized it, you wrote it...Sell them all to me, and I will give you this villa as a reward. How is it?" Liu Qianqian's eyes were hot.

She studied music and became a music teacher.

As early as in high school, Liu Qianqian participated in various music and singing competitions.

After college, she also signed a contract with a record company.

When she was a sophomore, she made her debut with two songs, which were considered tepid.

Mainly because of the lack of publicity, the company gave very few resources.

If you want resources, you can!
The company offered her some arrangements, but she declined.

In the end, she was hidden by the company and shelved.

When she was in her senior year and was about to graduate, the company that had been working with her for more than two years came to her and said to give her another chance.

The premise has not changed. If it sounds good, it is to participate in some dinner parties. If it sounds bad, it is to accompany wine.

After drinking with you, no one can say for sure what will happen.

Liu Qianqian still refused.

So, after graduation, she came to Taohuahu Middle School and became a music teacher.

The contract has not expired, she can't join the entertainment industry, but being a music teacher is not a breach of contract.

The penalty for breach of contract is not high for her, but she is stubborn and is unwilling to compensate the other party for breach of contract.

Even if she gives up her dream, she doesn't want to bow to this dark side.

It's only eight years, she can afford to wait.

In the past few years, Liu Qianqian, who can sing and dance, has composed many songs after she fell silent.

It's a pity that the song she wrote was demoted to nothing by Wang Zihao last night.

"Mr. Liu, do you want to buy my song?" Wang Zihao let out a breath slowly, as if he was relieved, but also as if he was sighing, regretful.

He thought that Liu Qianqian had discovered the secret that only his girlfriend knew last night.

At the same time, Wang Zihao also understood that the girl by the bridge wearing a veil last night was Liu Qianqian.

No wonder, when he saw her, he always thought of his music teacher in the third year of high school.

"Of course, the song is well written, and the passers-by like it very much. The more they gather, the more they get together, which almost caused traffic jams on the bridge." Recalling last night, Liu Qianqian was amazed and reminiscing endlessly.

She has written no less than thirty songs, each of which has been performed by her no less than dozens of times on the streets, on bridges, or in small squares, but according to her observation, no one is interested.

Those who are willing to stop or sit down to listen to her singing are mostly interested in her figure and beauty, or because they are too bored.

Liu Qianqian also let her best friend Xu Siqian appreciate her works, but her best friend also said that her singing skills are very solid and amazing, but her creative talent...is really not flattering.

"I wrote it...a deal!" Wang Zihao happily agreed.

The peak turned around, I thought I was desperate just after crossing, but I didn't expect it to be the pinnacle.

The villa on the edge of Peach Blossom Lake costs 3000 to [-] million at least.

When he was in the third year of high school, Wang Zihao heard that Liu Qianqian was rich and beautiful, and his family was very rich, so he bought her a villa on the edge of the Peach Blossom Lake.

Buying a villa by the Peach Blossom Lake is something that ordinary people can't imagine.

Jinhu Mansion next to Taohua Lake can only be regarded as a mid-to-high-end residential area, but the houses in it are beyond the reach of more than [-]% of the families in the country.

Wang Zihao's family has a house in it, and it is because of a small house left by his grandparents in the old city that his parents sold it to make up enough down payment to buy it.

Until now, the Wang family still owes the bank 210 million mortgages.

With a monthly mortgage of [-] yuan, Wang's father and Wang's mother were completely reduced to house slaves, and their lives were harder and more difficult than those who lived in villages in the city.

The two elders survived their illnesses by relying on their body's immunity, so they dare not go to the hospital for outpatient consultation.

With this villa given by Liu Qianqian, how can I pay off the mortgage?
The house is sold, move in!

Thinking of his parents who have worked hard for most of their lives and are still working hard to pay for their son's future, Wang Zihao felt guilty.

At the beginning, Wang's father and Wang's mother wanted to buy a house in the Jinhufu community after exhausting themselves. Wasn't it because they wanted their son to go to a good school?
"Show me the scores of the songs you sang last night." Liu Qianqian stretched out her hand to Wang Zihao.

Back then, in Class [-] and [-] of Taohuahu Middle School, among all the students, it was not Wang Zihao who impressed Liu Qianqian the most.

The reason why she still remembered him was because of her good memory.

Time has not passed for a long time, only four years.

If you think about it carefully, it may also have something to do with Wang Zihao's talent.

But this talent is not musical.

Wang Zihao is a strong athlete in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, and he always gets the limelight in the school sports meeting every year.

In the last semester of the third year of high school, he was not on the school team, and he led Class Seven in the grade basketball game, defeated Class Nine with three school teams, and won the championship in one fell swoop.

This glorious record has been passed down by the students of Taohuahu Middle School one after another.

"Music score?" Wang Zihao was a little embarrassed, he couldn't remember what song he sang last night.

What's more, he just crossed over for less than two days, where did he get the score?
Even if you give him time, he won't be able to take it out for a while.

He's not really a music maker.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, he only knows how to play the piano and sing, and he can get by so-so.

"Of course, not only the music score, but also a signed contract, in black and white, packaged and sold to me." Liu Qianqian has long black hair, she glanced at the room, and said with a big air: "When the time comes, this house will be yours. "

"Ms. Liu, what songs did I sing?" Wang Zihao asked cheekily.

"You don't even remember?" Liu Qianqian smiled, and she didn't find it strange that people were so drunk.

"I don't really remember." Wang Zihao asked cautiously: "Ms. Liu, what lyrics do you still remember? Tell me, I should be able to remember."

"I was recording last night, don't worry, you get up first, take a shower, and talk about it after breakfast." Liu Qianqian got up, her waist was slender, and her skin was creamy.

(End of this chapter)