Wang Lang looked back and said, "That's not my guitar. It was bought by a nanny here when he was bored. He moved it away a few days ago and didn't bring the things."

In the gap between speaking, Jiang Wei had already moved a stool and took off the guitar.

"This guitar is quite expensive, it's a brick mover. You nanny is quite rich. You can't be the mistress you keep, right?" Jiang Wei held the guitar and took out her cell phone and put it next to her to adjust the piano.

Wang Lang said angrily, "If you can't chat, don't chat."

Jiang Wei sat on the sofa, played a few times, and after she made sure she had adjusted it, she took the guitar to the kitchen and moved a stool.

"As the old man who owe you money, I feel a little guilty when I see you cooking for me. I will present a song that you must like."

Jiang Wei cleared her throat, plucked the strings with her slender fingers, and her guitar was quite good.

"There is a beautiful little girl, her name is Xiaowei. She has gentle eyes. She secretly stole my heart. Xiaowei, do you know how much I love you? I want to take you to the sky. Look at how beautiful the stars are. Pick one and give it to you..."

The song immediately attracted Wang Lang. I have to say that the songs Jiang Wei sang are not only good, but also have a unique flavor. The main reason is that this woman speaks and sings are just two different voices. The song under the smoke voice was interpreted by Jiang Wei to have a different style.

Jiang Wei's eyes looked at the air, and there was a smile on her lips. It was more like telling a story than singing.

Many times, many songs are performed very successfully because the singer is not only a voice, but also gives a song the soul, making a song more lively. The sense of story and sense of substitution will also become very strong.

As she sang, Xiaowei stopped singing. Wang Lang, who was playing the poached egg, looked back and found that Jiang Wei was staring blankly at the air, with tears in her eyes.

"I said Miss Jiang, what's wrong? I'll put a bowl of noodles for you and I'm so moved and crying?" Wang Lang said with a smile.

Jiang Wei lowered her head and tweaked the strings, stopped singing, and looked at Wang Lang, "Do you know?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wang Langjianxixi, "I don't know."

Jiang Wei shaved Wang Lang viciously, "Bitch!"

Wang Lang cut the vegetables and didn't reply.

"When Lu Yao was not leaving before, we were often like this. He cooked for me and I sang for him." Jiang Wei smiled bitterly and gently put down the guitar.

Wang Lang took out the noodles and put them on the table, "Come on, stop talking, try it."

After dinner, Wang Lang drove back to the crew and stayed busy until after nine o'clock in the evening.

After returning, I found that Jiang Wei was not here. She was quite empty, lonely and cold as she was just a big house.

Wang Lang just fell asleep in the early morning, and Jiang Wei took a series of deadly calls, which brought Wang Lang out of his dreams alive.

"What are you doing?" Wang Lang said with a slight wake up.

"Come and open the door for me."

Wang Lang looked outside, and there was lightning and thunder. He went downstairs in his shoes. Jiang Wei stood at the door, soaked in the rain and turned into a chicken. He was wearing a long red dress but was already beaten by the rain and pressed tightly against his body. His strip was good, and he stood at the door and shivered.

“Come in quickly.”

Wang Lang turned sideways, Jiang Wei ran in with his arms in, and Wang Lang moved Jiang Wei's two boxes in.

Twist the water on his hair, Jiang Wei turned around, "I'll take a shower, you are not allowed to peek."

"I don't even look at me, please." Wang Lang went to the kitchen.

An hour later, Wang Lang poured a cup of hot ginger tea and placed it on the table, turned around and prepared to go upstairs.

Who knew that Jiang Wei in the bathroom shouted, "Wang Lang! Take my bath towel and underwear in that red box!"

"You're soaking in your head! What did you do?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up!" Jiang Wei shouted.

【Content revision】

"You are a fucking woman. Can you look a little bit like a woman?" Wang Lang looked at Jiang Wei with great sincerity.

Jiang Wei raised her cup to Wang Lang, "Ginger tea is very good, warm and considerate."

Wang Lang tried hard to calm down his irritable mood and pointed at Jiang Wei and said, "The washing machine downstairs will be yours in the future. Don't touch the washing machine on the second floor!"

"I'll try my best." Jiang Wei took a sip of ginger tea, wiped her wet hair, and Wang Lang turned to the stairs.

Halfway through the walk, Jiang Wei stopped him.

"What are you doing?" Wang Lang said irritably.

Jiang Wei gave Wang Lang a big smile, "Little cutie, can you do my sister a favor?"

"Speak straight and say something, let go if you have nothing to do!" Wang Lang said angrily.

"I don't have auntie towels, go and buy me a pack of auntie towels!"

"Why?" Wang Lang glared.

"I owe you money." Jiang Wei said with confidence.

"My day!"

"Don't keep silent, go ahead, you're in a good mood another day, I can't help but make you feel happy." Jiang Wei was tempted by her.

"Go roll!"

Jiang Wei laughed, "Go and buy it for me, otherwise I will get a bed sheet and blood tonight, and I will have to use your second-floor washing machine tomorrow." Jiang Wei took the opportunity to threaten.

"I!"

Wang Lang pointed at Jiang Wei, "Sure! You are ruthless!"

He went out and bought Jiang Wei a bag of sanitary napkins in the rain. After he came back, Jiang Wei poured Wang Lang a cup of ginger tea.

After drinking ginger tea, Wang Lang changed his clothes and went upstairs.

Wang Lang saw a news while browsing Weibo before going to bed.
Chapter completed!