Fake daughter, she refuses to admit defeat

Hai Qianli raised her eyebrows: "President Mo has so many friends, do you still need me to join in?"

"Naturally, you are my neighbor after all." Mo Sipei knew that Hai Qianli didn't like excitement, so he said, "You are the only one at night."

Feng Fan wanted to come and eat with him, but he refused.

Hai Qianli thought for a moment: "Let me think about it."

Mo Sipei: "You still owe me a favor."

amount……

So she can't go.

07:30 pm

Hai Qianli carried two bottles of red wine to Mo Sipei's room.

"Funds are limited, not the top red wine, don't be disgusted!"

Mo Sipei said: "I'm already very happy when Qianli came here, and he also brought red wine, which adds a little more flavor to the meal."

Hai Qianli took a look at Mo Sipei's legs, and molested Mo Sipei out of nowhere, with a strong heart and boldness, "Even if you are emotional, can you do it?"

Mo Sipei's eyes turned cold and deep, "How do you know if you don't try?"

Hai Qianli inexplicably felt that Mo Sipei was a little numb. She looked at Mo Sipei's black pupils fixedly, but didn't see his thoughts clearly, only saw her figure.

She looked away embarrassingly, and went in as if fleeing.

Mo Sipei's room was bigger than hers, and the furniture was more sloppy, but the dining table was empty. Hai Qianli asked, "Mr. Mo, are you going to invite me to eat air?"

"What's on the counter?"

"Raw vegetables and meat."

Hai Qianli came up with a bold idea, but felt it was impossible.

Does Mo Sipei want to cook by himself?

He was wearing a straight suit without a single wrinkle, and the white shirt inside was spotless. How could he look like a person in the kitchen?

"Push me to the kitchen."

Hai Qianli pushed Mo Sipei into the kitchen, only then did she realize that the height of the kitchen counter was designed according to the height of Mo Sipei sitting in a wheelchair.

Mo Sipei threw the apron on the table to Hai Qianli, "Put it on for me."

The apron had to be worn from the front, and it would inevitably touch Mo Sipei's chest, Hai Qianli wanted to avoid suspicion.

"That, you wear it yourself, I'll tie it for you."

Mo Sipei picked up a piece of raw meat, "My hands are dirty."

"..."

She seriously suspected that Mo Sipei did it on purpose.

Hai Qianli flicked the apron, spread it out, and tied it on Mo Sipei. The more she didn't want to touch anything, the more she would touch something. Her slender white hands lingered over Mo Sipei's chest.

Her heart beat violently, hoping that Mo Sipei would pretend not to notice, but in the next second, the man's magnetic voice with a smile sounded slowly, "Qianli thinks the hand feels okay?"

Hai Qianli said subconsciously: "With a layer of clothes, how do I know if it's good or not?"

After finishing speaking, she regretted it.

Sure enough, Mo Sipei asked in a low voice, "Do you want to feel the texture of the clothes?"

Hai Qianli's fair face turned red, and she turned and left in embarrassment: "I don't care about you anymore."

Mo Sipei was really afraid that people would leave, so he hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about you, there is juice I squeezed in the living room outside, go rest on the sofa."

Hai Qianli sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and poured herself a glass of orange juice.

From time to time, her eyes fell on the figure in the kitchen.

Mo Sipei's stir-fry is very skillful, he stirs the spoon and adds seasoning like flowing water.

Hai Qianli propped her chin with one hand, "Mo Sipei, have you ever studied cooking?"

Mo Sipei didn't hide it either: "No, I was very poor when I first went abroad to study. Cooking by myself will save me a little money, and I will gradually develop my cooking skills."

The Mo family can be regarded as a wealthy family in the imperial capital for a century, how could Mo Sipei be poor?

She wanted to ask a question, and Mo Sipei began to arrange the dishes.

"Come and serve the food."

"okay."

Hai Qianli looked at the brightly colored and full-bodied dishes, took a deep breath, and raised her beautiful eyebrows: "I don't know how many people I am lucky enough to taste Mr. Mo's cooking skills."

"The first person besides me."

"That would be my pleasure."

Mo Sipei heard the little girl's yin and yang strangeness, so he was not angry, but said: "Try to see if it suits your appetite. If you like the food I cook, you don't need to go to the cafeteria in the future."

Hai Qianli hurriedly waved her hands: "How dare I bother the CEO who is always busy with everything to cook for me?"

She was afraid that eating for a long time would cause indigestion.

"Don't be embarrassed, anyway, I have to eat every day, and I will cook it for you."

"Look and see again."

Mo Sipei's cooking skills are very good, Hai Qianli can't wait to eat.

She hiccupped without image, and then smiled, "I'm sorry."

Mo Sipei just likes to see her lively appearance.

It's getting late, and it's too dangerous for a man and a widow to live in the same room. Although Mo Sipei is lame, it doesn't mean he isn't a man.

Hai Qianli said goodbye, "Good night."

"Good night."

There is only one wall between Mo Sipei's room and Hai Qianli's room.

He seemed to be able to see Hai Qianli's slender figure through the wall, and his thin lips curved upwards.

Sooner or later, there will be no wall between them.

……

Dong Yue was pleasantly surprised when she saw Hai Yunrou's score.

From the perspective of a professional singer, she could tell that Hai Yunrou's score was excellent.

Dong Yue praised without hesitation, "Very good, not to mention the finals, even the finals with songs adapted from this score can win the championship."

Hai Yunrou's heart skipped a beat, she didn't expect the sheet music Tan Xue gave her to be so powerful.

Dong Yue asked: "Did you create this music score yourself?"

Hai Yunrou met Dong Yue's probing eyes, nodded bravely, "I haven't submitted a song these days, but I'm creating this score."

If this is the case, Dong Yue can also understand.

only……

Dong Yue asked: "Do you own the full copyright of this score?"

"Have!"

As long as she buys it with Tan Xue, the copyright of the score is her own.

"Okay, I'll help you see which song is suitable for filling in this sheet music."

Dong Yue doesn't care whether this score is original by Hai Yunrou, as long as she has the full copyright, it will not cause disputes in the future.

Mentors like talented students, and Dong Yue's attitude towards Hai Yunrou is not so cold anymore.

Hai Yunrou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and planned to buy Tan Xue's sheet music at a high price.

……

She directly put on the mask that Gong Zheng gave her, and appeared in various places openly, and everyone she saw walked avoiding Hai Qianli.

After all...the face hurts!

Hai Qianli went to the training room and took the initiative to say hello to Sun Kuo.

Sun Kuo was plucking the strings of the guitar and tuning it. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and greeted Rebirth: "Rebirth, good morning."

Hai Qianli reminded softly, "The strings of that guitar are relatively thin, so you should tune it more slowly and with less force."

Sun Kuo said shyly, "Okay, thank you for reminding me."

Hai Qianli sat in her seat, put the sheet music on the piano, and rested her long and white fingers on the white keys.