After the song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" was played, the banquet hall fell into deathly silence. Everyone stood there with their hands down, with different expressions on their faces, immersed in their own fantasies.

Ye Feng's heart was surging and he stared blankly at the guqin in front of him.

Just now, I actually played something that could frighten the gods with my sound! It’s exactly the same as the piano demon’s sonic power!

Ye Feng was extremely excited. If he met someone like Qin Mo in the future, he would be able to treat him in his own way!

After an unknown amount of time, someone came back to his senses from the illusion.

"In my more than 40 years of life, I have never heard such beautiful music. This music should only exist in heaven, how many times can I hear it in the human world?"

The sound of his words caused the people around him to wake up from their dreams, with excited expressions on their faces and trembling slightly all over.

"I never expected that Mr. Ye is actually a master of musical instruments. Among the musicians I know, no one can play a piece that can surpass the song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" played by Mr. Ye today!"

"Woooo... This piece of music is so beautiful. From now on, I can't listen to any other music!"

These celebrities instantly became fans of Ye Feng, and some even went to ask for autographs and take photos, forgetting Feng Yifei's confession.

"Crack!"

A drop of tears fell to the ground. Song Ningzhi's eyes were as red as a rabbit's eyes. Her hazy gaze never moved away from Ye Feng. The figure in her mind gradually overlapped with Ye Feng.

"Is it you? You must be unable to let me go, so you used Xiaofeng's body to play this piece of music to express your love for me!"

Song Ningzhi's heart became increasingly sad, her beautiful eyes slowly closed, and she took a deep breath.

"Don't worry about me anymore. I promised you that I will live a wonderful life even by myself. Don't worry!"

"Why do you have to go against me every time! Why!"

Feng Yifei's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. The confession he had carefully planned was about to succeed, but it was completely disrupted by Ye Feng's song. Damn it!

Although he was resentful in his heart, Feng Yifei had to admit that the music played by Ye Feng was more than a hundred times better than his own.

After listening to the music he played, I thought about how the cello I played was simply rubbish! Worse than rubbish!

Feng Yifei failed to express his love and was robbed of the limelight. Feng Yifei had no face to stay any longer. He glared at Ye Feng bitterly and left the banquet in frustration.

It happened that music started playing in the venue at this time.

"Snowflakes are falling...the north wind is blowing...the sky and the earth are vast..."

Ye Feng once again became the focus of the banquet. Everyone praised him without hesitation using the gorgeous words they knew. One lady even invited Ye Feng to be her daughter's personal music tutor, promising a reward of one million a day. If Ye Feng felt that

If it's less, you can add more.

"Music is just my personal hobby. I'm just a personal trainer. If your daughter doesn't understand something, I can give you free advice!"

Ye Feng declined the lady's invitation, exchanged a few words with everyone, and then walked towards Song Ningzhi.

Ye Feng frowned slightly and asked strangely: "Sister Ningzhi, why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying!" Song Ningzhi wiped the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled lightly: "There was a gust of wind just now, and my eyes were squinted by the sand."

"Wind?" Ye Feng looked around. There were no windows in the banquet hall. How could there be wind? Besides, it was clean and tidy, and there was no chance of sand.

"I'll blow it for you!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but hold up her beautiful cheeks and blew lightly on her beautiful eyes.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Well, much better!"

Song Ningzhi hugged Ye Feng's arm: "It's too depressing here, come with me for a walk."

Ye Feng didn't like this kind of occasion. Hearing Song Ningzhi's words, he immediately nodded in agreement.

Everyone gathered together and were still talking about the song Ye Feng played just now. No one noticed that the host Song Ningzhi and Ye Feng left the venue hand in hand.

As soon as she arrived at the gate, Song Ningzhi's personal assistant put a snow-white fox fur coat on her.

"No need to follow me."

The beautiful female assistant stopped and watched Ye Feng and Song Ningzhi leave Yunxiu Pavilion.

It's windy outside.

The north wind was like a knife, and the number of pedestrians on Jin Street gradually became fewer and fewer. The colored lights on the house numbers on both sides made the street colorful, and the pointed high heels tapped on the cold ground, making a series of rhythmic sounds.

Song Ningzhi tightened her collar and said calmly: "Xiao Feng, what are your plans for your future?"

It may seem like a casual question, but this is a very serious topic.

Ye Feng took a breath, and the cold wind penetrated his throat, feeling that his lungs were about to freeze.

When he was in college, Ye Feng thought about finding a decent job after graduation, working hard to save money for a down payment to buy a house, and then marrying a well-educated and well-matched girl, bringing his mother over from his hometown, and sharing the happiness of a family.

A few months ago, Ye Feng just wanted to make money and cure his mother's illness, but now, he just wants to find Mo Yunhua.

My mother's health is deteriorating, and half of the one-year period has passed, but now I don't even see the shadow of Mo Yunhua.

Time is getting tighter and tighter, and at this time Liu Jieyu is being assassinated again, and Ye Feng feels like he has nothing to do.

Ye Feng thought in his heart: "We must quickly deal with the people who threaten Liu Jieyu, so that we can find Mo Yunhua with peace of mind. This matter must be done quickly!"

"Xiao Feng? What are you thinking about? What are your plans for your future?" Song Ningzhi saw Ye Feng frowning and asked again.

"I don't have too many requirements for the future. I just want to stay with the woman I love for the rest of my life and have no worries about food and flowers!"

Hearing Ye Feng's words, Song Ningzhi smiled.

"You have very high expectations for the future!"

"This is also called high?" Ye Feng was a little speechless. Is this the most ordinary request?

Song Ningzhi stretched out a finger: "First of all, how easy is it to find a true lover in this world? Besides, you have to stay together for the rest of your life."

After saying this, Song Ningzhi's expression became obviously gloomy.

"Second, this society is too impetuous and materialistic. If you don't have to worry about food and money, you need strong financial resources! People's desires are never-ending. If you want to be satisfied, you can't achieve your second goal without enough money to support it.

Requested.”

Ye Feng stopped and someone looked at Song Ningzhi in astonishment.

This woman, who is only a few years older than herself, sees life so clearly. Perhaps it is because she lacks life experience.

Ye Feng smiled and said: "Then I will regard these two things as the ultimate goals of my life!"

"Come on! You can definitely do it!"

Unknowingly, the two of them had reached the end of Golden Street. There were more and more customers here, the doors on both sides were steaming, and the names of various delicacies were written on the colorful light boxes.

Ye Feng sniffed, the aroma of delicious food penetrated into his nasal cavity, and his sense of smell transmitted information to his brain.

"Gulu..."

Ye Feng's stomach made a thunderous sound. Song Ningzhi smiled and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Ye Feng nodded and went on a mission with Tang Zhan and the others during the day, which delayed their meal time. Later, he was dragged to the banquet by Song Ningzhi. Although he ate some food, the food was not enough to fill his teeth.

Song Ningzhi said: "What do you want to eat? I'll treat you!"

Ye Feng looked up and looked around, and his eyes fell on a store with the words Authentic Sichuan Hotpot written on the door.

It goes best with hot pot in winter, this is it!

When I opened the door and walked in, I was greeted by the smell of spicy oil.

This restaurant is extremely popular, and even though it's almost midnight, customers still occupy 80% of the tables.

The appearance of the two people immediately attracted everyone's attention. Of course, 99% of the people were looking at Song Ningzhi. This beautiful woman wearing a gorgeous fox fur coat suddenly appeared in such a small shop, as if the mysterious goddess from the Nine Heavens descended to earth.

A waiter with a Trump accent came to greet me.

"Is there a private room?"

It's not that Song Ningzhi hates the hustle and bustle, but that every time she eats out, she always eats in a private room. This has become a habit.

"Yes! Please come upstairs!"

Under the guidance of the waiter, the two of them climbed the stairs to the second floor.

"Is this your first time here? Do you want to try our store's special hot pot? It's absolutely authentic Sichuan style hot pot!"

The waiter introduced as he walked, and came to the door of a private room and opened the door.

“Then let’s have your special hotpot!”

Song Ningzhi walked into the private room, and as soon as Ye Feng bought it, a voice came from behind.

"Brother Ye?"

Ye Feng stopped and looked back, seeing a fat black man standing at the door of another private room.

"Brother Xiong? Why are you here?"

Hei Xiong went over and gave Ye Feng a warm bear hug, then laughed and patted his chubby belly: "It's getting cold now. Let's bring the brothers to have a hot pot to warm themselves up. How about you?"

Hei Xiong turned his head to look at the private room, and Song Ningzhi happened to come out.

"Changed it again?" Hei Xiong thought about Ye Feng's playful smile and said, "Okay, brother Ye, how long has it been since the little nurse turned into a little rich woman!"
To be continued...