In Cheng Yiran's opinion, the owner of Feiyun Entertainment must have huge assets.
Then, even if Mr. Zhong's house wasn't as luxurious as an imperial palace, it should at least be an independent villa with unique craftsmanship.
But in fact, it was much simpler than he expected.
Of course, no matter how simple it was, it wasn't a place that ordinary workers could afford to live in.
In front of the door, Cheng Yun suddenly stopped, looking at Cheng Yiran curiously — This time, only Cheng Yun brought Cheng Yiran. He didn't even ask for a driver, he drove the car himself.
Cheng Yun asked curiously, "Oh, you don't need to carry your guitar. Put it in the car, it won't look good if you go in like that. "
He found Cheng Yiran was still carrying the guitar at this time, and couldn't help feeling strange.
Of course, it wasn't too strange. For example, some music addicts didn't leave their hands all day long. When he was still in the capital, he had met some calligraphy and painting masters, and they also never left their hands all day long.
"No need, I'll carry it." Cheng Yiran tried to make herself look natural, "If I put it down, I won't be used to it."
"Okay." Cheng Yun didn't say anything more.
Since Zhong Luochen valued this guy, Cheng Yun naturally didn't plan to have any unpleasant things with Cheng Yiran.
Besides, this guy's songs were really good! Cheng Yun who didn't pay much attention to music felt that he was about to become Cheng Yiran's fan.
So he was calm and polite, even tolerant.
"Let's go up, Mr. Zhong is waiting." Cheng Yun raised his head and saw a vague figure on the second floor of the house, looking down through the floor-to-ceiling glass window.
It was Zhong Luochen. Cheng Yiran felt that he was spying on her … and her mood turned solemn.
…
After entering the gate of the house, Cheng Yiran found that the house was not as simple as it looked at the first sight.
Especially one side of the house was almost covered with creepers, and some mottled moss at the edge, which gave the feeling of an old house.
"Is this house okay?" Cheng Yun smiled.
Cheng Yiran nodded. The longer she stood here, the more tranquil she felt, "It's really good."
"I heard that the previous owner was a university professor, but he died for some reason."
Cheng Yun shrugged, "This house was sold by his family to a real estate company. I didn't think it was good that someone died here, but Mr. Zhong said he liked it, so he bought it directly. It's just a few months ago. "
Cheng glanced at the house, he said, "Mr. Zhong, there's also a basement, it's a studio, right? Later on, Second … Mr. Zhong said that it was converted into a wine cellar. If there's a chance, I'll bring you in to have a look. It's full of good wine! "
At This moment, Cheng Yiran saw Zhong Luochen, who was, Luochen was, Cheng, and Cheng Yiran's, Zhong, and Zhong, Zhong.
Zhong Luochen, who was holding onto the handrail of the stairs, didn't walk very quickly. Every step he took gave off the aura of an emperor who looked down on all living things.
But his eyes never left Cheng Yiran for a moment.
At this moment, Cheng Yiran had a strange yet familiar feeling … He seemed to see a trace of the mysterious merchant's temperament from Mr. Zhong.
He didn't look like a person with seven emotions and six desires.
'Is this person the one from that night …' But Cheng Yiran quickly denied this idea. First of all, their voices didn't look alike … Cheng Yiran found that he didn't even have much impression of the mysterious merchant's voice, it was just his intuition that they didn't look alike.
Then, their figures didn't look alike … He tried hard to recall, but found that he couldn't even remember the mysterious merchant's figure.
'But this feeling … what's going on?' Cheng Yiran frowned subconsciously.
"Coming."
A faint smile suddenly appeared on Zhong Luochen's expressionless face. The almost perfect arc made his originally handsome face even more enchanting.
"Mr. Zhong, I brought Cheng Yiran here." Cheng Yun walked forward.
"Um." Zhong Luochen nodded, but suddenly said, "Cheng Yun, I haven't eaten, drive out and buy some food for me."
Cheng Yun hurriedly asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"You decide." Zhong Luochen said casually.
Cheng Yun nodded without saying anything, he turned around and gave Cheng Yiran a meaningful look, then went out … He knew this second young master just wanted him to leave.
Of course, he would still buy the necessary food, and he would try his best to buy it. Otherwise, how could he be a golden henchman?
"I didn't expect second young master to value this Cheng Yiran so much."
Cheng Yun drove away with a cigarette in his mouth.
Before leaving, he took out a phone from his clothes — It wasn't his usual phone, but he often used it to contact a specific person.
"Hello, Third Miss, second young master and Cheng Yiran are talking privately, but I don't know what they are talking about …"
This car had been driving steadily.
…
…
Cheng Yiran didn't expect that the so-called opportunity would come so soon.
After Cheng Yun left, Zhong Luochen didn't even say anything, but directly took him to the wine cellar.
Among the rows of shelves, there were many red wines that Cheng Yiran couldn't name.
Sitting on the circular sofa in the center, Zhong Luochen poured the wine himself, "Have a taste, to celebrate, your performance last night was really good."
"Mr. Zhong, what … do you want to talk to me about?" Cheng Yiran hesitated for a moment.
He found the door of the wine cellar closed automatically — Before coming in, he found this wine cellar had two doors, the first one was even a huge steel door with an electronic lock.
"There have been a lot of discussions about you on the Internet." Zhong Luochen smiled faintly, "Or, let's talk about something else … can I have a look at your guitar?"
"There's nothing to see, it's just an antique." Cheng Yiran suddenly became nervous, he wasn't even sure if his eyes betrayed him.
"Really?"
Zhong Luochen didn't force him, he didn't even feel disappointed, just smiled, "When I saw you last time, you also carried it on your back. I thought it should have a very special meaning to you, so I was curious. "
Careless!
Zhong Luochen's words made Cheng Yiran feel something was wrong, and he realized a problem that he had been neglecting!
No matter how much he liked music, it was impossible for him to play the guitar all day long like this.
This was really too strange! After a long time, it was inevitable that people would notice something …
However, if this guitar couldn't be in his sight all the time, he couldn't be at ease …
"A little bit." Cheng Yiran nodded slightly, his eyes began to wander, "It's just something in the past."
"There's only one exit here." Zhong Luochen suddenly said, "And it's voice-controlled, it can only be opened by my command."
Cheng Yiran was stunned, his heart suddenly jumped!
What exactly did the investor behind Feiyun Entertainment want to do?
Zhong Luochen took a sip of red wine, indifferently said, "Don't be nervous, what I meant was … the content of our conversation here, generally no one knows. Of course … "
He narrowed his eyes, staring at Cheng Yiran, "Of course! I'm only talking about ordinary people … I'm afraid it's hard to say about others. "
Cheng Yiran's heart jumped again, from Mr. Zhong's words, he heard something else … faintly piercing the secret in the deepest part of his heart.
Cheng Yiran said, "Mr. Zhong, I don't quite understand what you mean."
Zhong Luochen said seriously, "What I want to say is … Cheng Yiran, have you ever thought that maybe you and I are the same kind of people?"
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