Trafford’s Trading Club

Cheng also seemed to be able to become the gold owner behind Feiyun's entertainment, inevitably with huge assets.

Well, if not as magnificent as the palace, this Mr. Chung's home should at least be the kind of independent villa that is uniquely crafted.

But in fact, it's much simpler than he thought.

Of course, even if it seems simpler, it is not a place where the average wage earner can buy it.

In front of the door, Cheng Yun suddenly stopped and looked at the process with curiosity - this time, only Cheng Yun carried the process, and didn't even call the driver, Cheng Yun drove the car himself.

Cheng Yun was curious at this point: "By the way, you don't have to carry your guitar. Put it in the car, if you go in like this, it doesn't look good. ”

He noticed that Cheng was also carrying a guitar at this time, and he couldn't help but wonder.

Of course, it's not too strange, for example, to have some amusement, but it's true that the instrument stays in place all day. When he was still in the capital, he also touched some books and paintings, and he kept his hands on the pen of the day.

“No, I'll take it.” Cheng also tried to make himself look natural, "let go, I'm not used to it. ”

“All right then.” Cheng Yun didn't continue to say anything.

Zhong Fangdust valued this guy, Cheng Yun naturally didn't plan to make peace and nothing unpleasant happened.

Besides, this guy does have a great song! Never pay much attention to music matters, Cheng Yun feels like becoming a fan of Cheng Yan himself.

So he was open and polite and even tolerant.

“Then let's go up, Mr. Chung is waiting.” Cheng Yun raised his head and saw only the second floor of the front room. He saw a shadow and looked down through the glass window on the floor.

It was the clock that fell, and Cheng also felt like he was snooping... in a mood for consciousness.

……

After walking into the gate of the house, Cheng also realized that if you look closely at the house, there is no easy way to look at it at first sight.

Especially since the walls on one side of the house were almost full of climbing tigers and there was some speckled moss on the edge, the feeling of the old house suddenly dissipated.

“Is the house okay?” Cheng Yun smiled.

Cheng nodded, and the longer he stood, the more he seemed to feel the tranquillity here, "That's good. ”

“I heard that the previous owner of the house was a university professor who later died. ”

Cheng Yun shrugged: “The house was sold directly by his family to a real estate agency. I would have felt bad about dying here, but Mr. Chung said he liked it and bought it directly, which was only a few months ago. ”

Cheng Yun also gauged the room and suddenly said: "By the way, there is also a basement here. Was it used for the studio? Then two... Mr. Chung said that when the wine cellar had a chance, he would take you inside to see it. It's full of good wine! ”

At this time, Cheng also raised his head and stood in the living room position of this room. He saw the clock falling dust coming down the stairs.

The clock holding the stair rail did not go off quickly, one step at a time, and it smelled like an emperor overlooking the world.

But his gaze never leaves the process for a moment.

At this moment, Cheng also suddenly had a strange and familiar feeling… He seemed to see a faint slight resemblance to the character of the mysterious businessman from this Mr. Zhong.

Doesn't look like a person with a seven-lover desire.

Could this person have been the one that night... but Cheng also quickly denied the idea. First of all, the voices of the two people didn't really want to… Cheng also found that he didn't even remember the voice of the mysterious businessman, but his instincts just didn't resemble each other.

And then the figure didn't resemble... He tried to think back, and found that even the mysterious businessman's approximate figure didn't come to mind.

But what is this feeling... What's going on? Cheng also subconsciously frowned.

“Coming. ”

The clock's dusty face suddenly smiled, almost perfectly curved to make him even more charming than he would have been handsome.

“Mr. Chung, I brought Cheng too.” Cheng Yun walked forward at this time.

“Mm-hmm.” The clock nodded and suddenly said: "Cheng Yun, I haven't eaten yet. You drove out to buy me something to eat. ”

Cheng Yun hurried: “What do you want to eat? ”

“You take the idea.” The clock falls to dust and whispers.

He nodded and didn't say anything. After turning to give Cheng a deep look, he went out very simply... He knew that the two Majors just wanted him to leave.

Of course, he would still buy the food he was supposed to buy, and he would go to great lengths to buy it, otherwise how would he make a golden horse?

“I didn't expect Second Young Master to value this journey so much. ”

Cheng Yun drove away with a cigarette.

Before he left, he took a phone out of his clothes - not his usual phone, but the one he used to contact a particular person.

“Hello, Miss San, Young Master Er and Cheng are also talking privately, but I don't know what they will talk about...”

This car has been driving steadily.

……

……

Cheng also did not expect that the so-called opportunity would arrive so soon.

After Sung Yun left, the clock fell without even saying much, and took him directly to the wine cellar.

In a row of shelves, there are lots of red wines that can't even be called out.

Sitting on the central ring sofa, the clock poured itself, "Taste it, celebrate, you did a great job last night. ”

“Mr. Chung, what is it that you are looking for me…?” Cheng also hesitated for a moment.

He noticed that the cellar door closed automatically —— before he came in, he noticed that the cellar had two doors, the first being a giant steel door with an electronic lock.

“We've talked a lot about you online.” The clock smiled a little: “Why don't we talk about something else... can I see this guitar of yours? ”

“There's nothing to see, it's just an old antique.” Cheng was suddenly a little nervous, and he wasn't even sure if his eyes had betrayed him.

“Really?”

The clock didn't force or even disappoint, but smiled. “You were carrying it when I last saw you at dinner. You're still carrying it this time, and I thought it was supposed to mean something to you, so I'm curious. ”

Outrageous!

If the clock falls, it instantly makes Cheng feel bad, and realizes a problem he has been ignoring!

No matter how much people love music, they can't be like him, the guitar never leaves all day.

This is really weird! It's been a long time, inevitably people won't see anything...

However, if this guitar can't stay in his sight, he can't be relieved...

“A little.” Cheng nodded softly, and his gaze began to divert, "it was just a matter of the past. ”

“There's only one exit here.” The clock suddenly falls, "he said.“ And it's voice-activated, only my command can open it. ”

Cheng also stunned, suddenly his heart beat!

What exactly does this Golden Master behind Feiyun's entertainment want to do?

I saw the clock pour a little wine, and I said softly: "Don't be nervous, what I meant by that was… what we are talking about here is generally not known to anyone. Of course...”

He squeezed his eyes and stared at Cheng. “Of course! I'm just talking about the average person… something else, I'm afraid. ”

Cheng also had a heart beat again, from the words of this Mr. Zhong, he heard something else... secretly stabbed into the deepest secret of his heart.

Cheng also said: “Mr. Chung, I don't quite understand what you mean. ”

The clock dropped and said, “What I'm trying to say is that... Cheng, too, did you ever think that maybe you and I would be the same kind of people? ”

The same kind?