At Jin's house, the people arranged by Jiang querong had already met at the door.

Jiang Wu and Zheng Moyan are smoothly received to the lounge on the second floor to have some flower tea, waiting for the servant to bring the young master over.

Squeak, the door opens.

This is the first time Jiang Wu saw him when he grew up. The last time she saw him was when he was just born.

At that time, he was held by Jiang querong in his arms and sat at the window to blow the cold wind. His small face was wrinkled and blue with cold. He could not see what he looked like when he was just born. Now he was almost five years old and he was a little man.

Inheriting the good genes of crazy Xiaobai and Jiang querong, he wore a college sweater with a chicken heart collar, a shirt, striped pants, and a pair of spotless shoes.

It looks like I just came back from school.

"Ah Shou, this is the new piano teacher, whose surname is Jiang, and this is --"

seeing Jiang Wu bring in a strange man and introduce each other's maids, I'm puzzled.

Jiang Wu said immediately:

"this is my assistant. Today, Jiang Wu has never seen Zheng Moyan play the piano, nor has she ever seen him so elegant.

With his slender fingers flying on the black and white keys, he is intoxicated with the music. Even Jiang Wu, who doesn't understand music, can feel the soul he gives to the movement

No one spoke in the room. Jiang Fu swept ah Shou's face and knew that he had changed his outlook on Zheng Moyan. He looked at himself with more respect.

He expressed his voice in his heart:

fortunately, the little doll was just a little bit indifferent, and was not cultivated by Jiang querong as a arrogant and domineering young second generation.

Just thinking about this, I suddenly heard a harsh noise from the keyboard!

Jiang Wu immediately looked up and saw that Zheng Moyan was in a hurry. He got up from his chair and faltered:

"Qin and Qin seem to be broken!"

The maid listened to it and said more anxiously:

"it's not cheap, and it's what master Zhongnan likes very much. How did you break it! What can we do then? "

Zheng Moyan immediately comforted her: "don't worry, don't worry My teacher can do everything. She can repair it. She just needs some tools. They should be in the warehouse. I'd like to trouble you to lead the way. Let's go and find some tools. We'll repair it before today. "

Jiang Fu understood Zheng Moyan's meaning: he wanted to find an excuse to walk around the villa and take the opportunity to find a chip.

When she took the stem he threw, she felt guilty:

"I'm really sorry. My assistant's hands and feet are heavier, but it doesn't matter. I can fix it."

The maid had no choice but to take Jiang Fu and Zheng Moyan to the warehouse to find tools.