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Chapter 173 The Movie Emperor's White Moonlight Flower 19

Just then, two cars stopped outside, and a group of people in work clothes got out of the cars.

Everyone looked over in confusion, only to see Ji Wen Zhong's assistant Wu Rong walk over and say something to them. Then two groups of people took cups of milk tea and bags printed with English letters from the cars.

Wu Rong smiled and said to the crew, "The weather is hot and everyone has worked hard. This is the milk tea and cakes that Brother Wen Zhong would like to treat everyone to. Everyone can have a share!"

The photographer cheered and jumped forward first, "Long live Teacher Ji!"

Ji Wenzhong raised his eyebrows and smiled, handed him a cup of milk tea and a beautifully packaged box, turned around and called out to the others, "Everyone, please feel free to come up and get it yourself!"

Hearing this, everyone stepped forward to receive it, "Thank you, Teacher Ji."

Fang Wen looked excited, "Sister Ye Qing, I'll go get one for you." After saying that, she threw herself into the crowd.

Shi Qing was looking at the bustling crowd when suddenly a shadow fell over his head. He looked up and saw Ji Wen Zhong.

"This is yours." He naturally handed over the milk tea and a bag and sat next to her.

Shi Qing took it and curiously opened it. Inside the bag was a delicate and lovely cake. She said angrily, "You've been feeding me desserts lately. Sister Ying even asked me if I've gained weight."

"Where are you fat?" Ji Wenzhong raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile, "You are not fat at all, you are as beautiful as always."

Shi Qing snorted softly, picked up a piece of cake with a fork, looked around, and saw that no one was looking in this direction, so he handed it to his mouth, "Ah——"

Ji Wenzhong smiled, opened his mouth obediently and took a bite, tenderness overflowing from his eyes, "The cake you gave is more delicious."

Shi Qing laughed happily, as if he had successfully fed a large pet.

After everyone had almost finished eating, the director asked everyone to get ready again.

Song Zhoudu had not been to Wangxiang Tower for more than half a month since their last visit. After playing a few songs as usual, Hua Nongying returned to her private room, lowered her eyes, played the piano, and said nothing.

There are many wealthy young men among the guests in the building. I heard from several sisters here that they once saw Song Zhoudu and a girl together on the street.

Someone, with a sour taste in his mouth, deliberately raised his voice and said loudly:

"We should be self-aware. After all, Mr. Song is from a wealthy family. He came to Wangxiang Tower just to have fun. How could he possibly look down on people of our background?"

Everyone knows who this is referring to.

In the past few months, Hua Nongying has been the most popular person, and most of the customers come for her. It would be fine if she was just like the others who used her beauty to please others, but she claims to be noble and only sells her art but not her body, which makes those customers who come here for her crazy.

When the other people in Wangxiang Tower saw this, they couldn't help but feel a little unbalanced and jealous.

At this moment, Song Zhoudu, who had always been attentive to Hua Nongying, did not come either. It was as if he had witnessed her pitiful appearance of being abandoned, and the depression in his heart was also released.

Hua Nongying recalled those sarcastic words and thought of Song Zhoudu, and her heart ached.

"Why is Nong Ying's piano playing so sad today?" The door was pushed open and the elegant young man Song Zhoudu walked in.

The sound of the zither suddenly stopped. Hua Nongying looked in the direction of the sound in surprise and said in a pleasantly surprised tone, "Young Master!"

Song Zhoudu sat down skillfully on the soft chair, looking relaxed and at ease, "It's been a while since I came here, you continue to play."

Hua Nongying smiled slightly and glanced at the man, "Nongying will play a piece of "Sui Hua Yin" for you."

Song Zhoudu waved his hand nonchalantly, "All right."

With a secret expectation in her heart, Hua Nongying lowered her eyebrows, her fingertips moved on the strings, and her feelings flowed. During the break, she looked up and saw Song Zhoudu's eyes were scattered.

Hua Nongying had seen him listening to the music of the piano, so she naturally knew that the man's mind was obviously not here.

Could it be because of that girl?

Thinking about this, she made several mistakes in playing the piano. The abrupt sounds were very similar to her panic-stricken mind at the moment.

But the man didn't notice. Hua Nongying breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little regretful and lost.

The song is over.

Hua Nongying adjusted her mentality and smiled gently and appropriately as usual, "Sir."

The person in the chair didn't move.

"Sir?"

"Ah?" Song Zhoudu finally came to his senses, "You finished playing? So fast."

Hua Nongying froze for a moment. Fortunately, Song Zhoudu's mind was not on her, so he did not notice her embarrassment. She asked softly, "Sir, how do you like this song?"

"Yes, it's elegant and moving like mountain streams and flowing water." Song Zhoudu didn't even listen and just said it casually.

Hua Nongying forced a smile.

Her original name was not Hua Nong Ying, but Su Zijin. When she was young, her family fell into poverty and she ended up working in a brothel, doing menial work there since she was a child. There was a singing girl in the brothel who was very good at playing the zither, and because she was so smart, she asked her to learn from her.

Once she was hungry and went to the kitchen to eat secretly, but was discovered and fled in panic. When she was being chased by a group of people, she was met by a young man who used silver to help her out of her predicament.

At that time, the song sung by the courtesan on the stage of Wangxiang Tower was "Suihua Yin".

Seeing that he was fascinated by the music, Hua Nongying asked, "Do you like listening to music, benefactor?"

The young master nodded, "This song has a melodious sound, as ethereal as a fairy."

Hua Nongying pursed her lips and said, "I can also play the piano."

The young master looked surprised and asked curiously, "Can you play this piece?"

"No, but I can learn. Sooner or later I will be able to do it."

The young master smiled, his voice childish but serious, "I believe that you will be able to play better than her in the future."

"If I learn it, I will play it for my benefactor as soon as possible."

Hua Nongying's thoughts were interrupted and she came back to her senses. The man in front of her was still absent-minded.

"Sir, are you worried about something? Why not tell Nongying? Maybe I can give you some advice."

"That's right, there's something I can't figure out." Song Zhoudu looked like he didn't know whether he was happy or annoyed. "I have a good friend who said he met someone and he missed him when they weren't together, but when they met, they argued and got red in the face and refused to give in. What do you think this person is thinking?"

Hua Nongying thought for a moment, "Your friend is talking about my relatives?"

"No." Song Zhoudu sorted out his words, "It's a friend of the opposite sex with whom we have some interactions."

Hearing this, Hua Nongying covered her mouth and chuckled, "My lord's friend must like that girl without knowing it."

Song Zhoudu pondered for a long time, and nodded as if in agreement. Suddenly, he stood up and said with a smile: "Nong Ying, I have something to do today, I'll leave first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to rush out.

"Son!"

Hua Nongying was startled and stood up suddenly. The guqin, which was custom-made of fine phoenix wood, was knocked to the ground by her, making a heavy whine.

Song Zhoudu was startled by this sudden incident for a moment, "What's the matter?"

Hua Nongying looked flustered. She glanced at Song Zhoudu hurriedly, and slowly said, "The fan that Young Master lost last time, Nongying searched for it many times but couldn't find it."

Hearing this, Song Zhoudu was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolled around before he remembered what she was talking about, and smiled, "The fan you were talking about, it's lost, it's not a big deal."

"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." He casually glanced past Hua Nongying, without carefully distinguishing whether she shook her head or nodded, and turned and left.

Hua Nongying looked at his back in dismay and took out the lost object from her sleeve.

He treated her like a worn-out shoe, but she treated her like a pearl.