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"Sister Feng, the inside cover of the new album has been designed. Do you have a look?" Xiao Yingying opened a PDF file with her laptop and showed the above picture to Feng Shiyao.

"Okay." Feng Shiyao flipped with a mouse.

The cover is a white sailboat flying in the sky on the blue sky and white clouds, echoing the album's name "Empty Sailboat".

At the same time, it is also the title song of this album. After various revisions and arrangements, it has finally become the version that Feng Shiyao is most satisfied with.

On the title page is a handwritten sentence by Feng Shiyao: "When the night wind swept past my ears, at that moment, I was sure to hear your heartbeat."

When Feng Shiyao insisted on writing such a sentence on the title page, everyone including the agent Zhang Shu just felt that this sentence was to echo the lyrics in the title song: "When I heard the wind from I whizzed past my ears, and at that moment my heart beat violently with ecstasy."

But only Xiao Yingying, who knows the inside story, knows that this is Sister Feng playing a word game with Gao Zheng.

It stands to reason that this is what Xiao Yingying, the "people", likes to hear.

But this time, she was a little annoyed. Seeing Feng Shiyao just saw this sentence again, she said: "Sister Feng, you are crazy to imply that you can't get a response. It's no different from the one-man drama...you still have Didn't you clarify the relationship with him?"

"Ok?"

"Aren't you afraid of shaving your head and getting hot?"

Xiao Yingying was a little worried. She wanted the handsome guy and Sister Feng to be together more than anyone else, but now this situation is very subtle. Sister Feng and Gao Zheng do not seem to be clear, who knows what the other person is thinking? What if the handsome guy, a dead man, just treats Sister Feng as a good friend?

Sister Feng implied crazy here and tried to wink, but in the end people were just friends, how embarrassed by then?

"Why?" Feng Shiyao smiled.

"Of course!" Xiao Yingying said to Feng Shiyao very seriously. "Your album is what he did for him, right? For him, you gave up even the seven seven eight eight album that you prepared before, saying that if you overthrow it, you will overthrow it again. This album means a lot to you. , I think it is very necessary to confirm his intentions before the release of this album, I don’t want Sister Feng to make all your efforts into jokes in the end!"

Feng Shiyao has never seen Xiao Yingying say such heavy things about her and Gao Zheng. For a time she was a little vague: "You are not..."

"Of course I am, and I am still up to now. The reason why I am, I must have an answer. If it were not for you, I would like to ask him!"

"Ask him what?"

"Ask him if he wants to be your boyfriend Sister Feng!"

Feng Shiyao smiled: "Just get a name."

"Yes, just to get a name!" Xiao Yingying nodded heavily. "I don't ask you to be exposed, but I hope that the two of you are certain, not by the tacit understanding between you. It is ambiguous to say that the tacit understanding is plain!"

Feng Shiyao saw that Xiao Yingying said more and more serious, quickly raised her hand to surrender, picked up the phone, opened WeChat: "Then I will ask him."

"Eh?" Xiao Yingying froze. "You just... ask him on WeChat?"

"Otherwise?" During the speech, Feng Shiyao had sent the message.

A short sentence:

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Xiao Yingying watched Sister Feng sending this news out, and then angered: "So important thing! The most important thing in life! Shouldn't he ask him to ask him in person?"

Feng Shiyao spread his hands: "Why? Just to ask such a sentence, I flew on the plane for more than ten hours and went to Madrid to see him? How much trouble?"

"Sister Feng, you didn't say that when the handsome guy was injured!"

"Isn't he good now?"

"Oh, woman..."

Xiao Yingying's Tucao had just said it, she heard Sister Feng's mobile phone bang, and Gao Zheng's answer jumped out:

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Xiao Yingying was furious: "What the **** is this answer!!"

Feng Shiyao laughed aloud, his shawl spread out, and then tried to control his trembling body, and replied: "You answer me first!"

"Think. It's your turn to answer me."

"I do."

Xiao Yingying looked at this man and woman question and answer, completely speechless.

Sure enough, it was a radish and a pit, not because the family did not enter the door.

Both of them are so arbitrarily private for life!

Is there any sense of ceremony? !

Feng Shiyao put down his phone and smiled and asked Xiao Yingying: "Now can I put that sentence on the title page?"

Xiao Yingying rolled her eyes reluctantly: "Your album is your master."

Seeing how his girlfriends were deflated, Feng Shiyao laughed and shivered.

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Gao Zheng was sitting in the car, preparing to drive out of the garage to participate in the team's training-in the previous two-day practice, Gao Zheng would not return at noon, but would choose to dine and rest in the training base.

But now his parents are taking care of him here, and of course he can come back to dinner and chat with his parents. Anyway, the Mahada Onda training base is also very close to La Finca where his home is located, driving very fast is not a toss.

But while he was sitting in the car, he received the WeChat from Feng Shiyao.

When he saw this message, Gao Zheng was stunned for a while, then his mouth curled up, and then he replied: "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"You answer me first!"

"Think. It's your turn to answer me."

"I do."

Gao Zheng put down his phone and drove out.

To him, it seemed as if the conversation was just like the countless daily chats between him and Feng Shiyao.

After speaking, you can put it aside, and then continue to do their own things.

But in the car with him alone, Gao Zheng's mouth was always tilted.

In fact, he had similar thoughts before today, but he was not sure what the other party thought, so he never said it.

It now appears that this is a matter of course.

This is tacit agreement.

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When Gao Zheng drove out the car, he found that Cristiano Ronaldo, who lived at the opposite door, was standing at the gate of his house, obviously waiting for him.

"Is there anything?" Gao Zheng asked him by rolling down the window, with a smile on his face.

The Portuguese stared at his smile for a long time without talking. He might try to guess something from this smile, and then he asked: "Are you going to play the game tomorrow?"

"No, Real Madrid is now so simple and direct to spy on opponent's intelligence?" Gao Zheng is very strange.

Ronaldo's face changed a bit, but in the end he still stabilized: "It's not spying intelligence, we don't need spying intelligence either. I just want to know if you are not playing, I think you are so happy, it seems that you can play."

Gao Zheng quickly shook his head and waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't know if I will play."

Ronaldo was a bit disappointed: "I hope you can play so I can beat you up."

Gao Zheng shrunk his neck: "So I have to hope that the boss will not let me play."

Cristiano Ronaldo stared at him: "You're a little bit good!"

"I am in this situation, what are you doing in the field? Are you being abused? I am not a masochist." Gao Zheng spread his hands.

"What is your situation now? Are you quite awesome in the national team?"

"You still watch my national team?" To be honest, Gao Zheng was a little surprised to hear this.

"Don't care! You said you wouldn't play?"

Gao Zheng is very speechless: "I'm not going to play or I decided it myself. You ask me what I do, you have to ask our boss to go."

Ronaldo wanted to swear, but he resisted it and said to Gao Zheng very seriously: "I hope you can play."

"Then you are not allowed to beat me!" Gao Zheng pointed to Ronaldo.

The Portuguese finally couldn't hold back, swearing, turned around and walked away, walking towards his own car parked across the road.

Gao Zheng looked at his back and smiled.

Your mood is really good today...

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