Chapter 54—Before the Play (2)

Sitting in the private room, Ye Qi squinted and looked around - if he remembered correctly, it was still a bench outside; it was obviously a well-decorated room with good soundproofing and lighting equipment. Facilities; Ye Qi had to admit the influence of the highest government's fast and chameleon identity.

Of course, there is also the praise that the singer can get the p-box ticket in such a short period of time - after all, like the box in front of the stage that is less than five meters away from the stage, Ye Qi does not believe that it can be done only with money. of.

"Teacher, your milk tea"

The singer will bring the hot milk tea to the short coffee table next to Ye Qisha. Of course, the p-room will not be just a hardware installation such as decoration; on the right hand side of the private room, there will be a wine cabinet with a height of one person; There is no such thing as Du De's room, but there are basically all of them. Even on the top floor, there are three or two bottles of very high grades; and this extremely high grade already covers the vast majority. Rich people.

On the round table in front of the wine cabinet, which is adorned with brown and emerald green, there are all kinds of fresh fruits on the sterling silver plate; whether it is now or anti-season, There are several representative fruits that are placed there.

As for milk tea?

The charcoal-heated teapot on the left, and the various spices placed around it, are enough to make any discerning person have nothing to say - Ye Qi sipped a tea from the disciples, although the craftsmanship, Even some inferior, but the perfection of raw materials is a good cover to these shortcomings.

The aroma spread slowly along the tip of the tongue, causing Ye Qi to close his eyes.

Sure enough, power is intoxicating.

With a hint of emotion, Ye Qi put the milk tea on the short coffee table next to her – even if she didn’t want to admit it, Ye Qi had to say that this milk tea was one of the few best foods he had ever had; even if The poor craftsmanship of the disciples makes their tastes slightly insufficient and there is no hidden existence.

After all, the poor craftsmanship, with the perfect material set off, is also better than the boiling water that he used to boil water directly into the cup filled with granules. Ye Qi can say without hesitation, now drink The milk tea is indeed enjoyable; however, it is not something that ordinary people can enjoy, even if he does not.

After all, according to Ye Qi’s simple estimate, the cost of this cup of milk tea has reached two to three Kimpton; if you add other artifacts and wear and tear, add one or two Kimpton.

Moreover, the more important issue is not only a matter of money, but more of the age at which he has not yet reached retirement. He does not want to be obsessed with these material pleasures. Of course, even if he is retired. Ye Qi can't live like this. After all, to support such a luxurious life, in terms of his current income and the life of a normal person, he must at least be seventy years old...

What's more, his life expectancy cannot be calculated by ordinary people.

For the extravagant life, Ye Qike has no such habits.

"Teacher, how? Is it inappropriate?" The singer’s performance on Ye Qi’s moment is unusually embarrassing. He is nervously watching Ye Qi’s expression. He is full of shame and explains: “This is my first. Sub-crushing milk tea; need me to find a chef to change jobs?"

"This is one of the few boutiques I have ever tasted." Opening his eyes, Ye Qi smiled and waved at the disciples who were stunned, and pointed to the raw materials that were exchanged by Kimpton: "They are doing their work." It’s a must; of course, your craft needs to be improved."

"Yes, teacher"

Under Ye Qi’s explanation, the lyrics immediately let go of the heart, but Ye Qi’s last sentence made the grammar’s face reddish—but the knocking on the door made the boy escape. fate.

Looking at the teenager who was rushing to open the door, Ye Qi turned his head indifferently, looking at the eyes and not yet starting to perform. The empty stage - the familiar fluctuations from the blind fighting perception, made Ye Qi not have to open the door, also know Who is coming?

......

"Excuse me, are you?"

Open the slogan of the door of the private room, and look at the person in front of him is a glimpse - originally he only thought that it was the service staff of the organizer to conduct ordinary inquiries, but it was obviously impossible for the man who was wearing casually and his body was thin and thin. It is the service staff of the organizer.

Whether it is the information revealed from the other party's wearing or action, even if there is a sigh of relief all over the body at the moment, the kind of immersiveness in the bones still allows the grammar to have a very certain grasp that the other party must be an army-- After all, many of the foreign bodyguards employed by his family have a similar atmosphere, and they were originally elites of the military.

While the grammar looked at Moretti, Moretti also glanced at the young man in front of him, but compared to the carefulness of the lyrics; Morriet’s eyes were very subconscious, just as the singer was just an ordinary passer- - After all, after learning that there is such a presence in Ye Qi, even Moretti will only focus on Ye Qi.

As for the lyrics?

At this moment, Morrieti’s eyes are nothing more than a decent and well-conceived juvenile; at most, there is more than a mature that his peers do not have.

"Hello, is Ye Qi here?"

Morriet’s eyes confirmed the identity of Ye Qi when he was sitting in the back of the room. He was still whispering for the respect and basic etiquette of Ye Qi. One sentence.

However, Moretti's attitude is very dissatisfied with the grammar; but there is the existence of Ye Qi in the private room. Even if the disciples are dissatisfied, they have no right to speak. They are ready to answer and ask. Moretti waited a moment; Ye Qi, who was facing the door, suddenly spoke up.

"School, now I don't want to see anyone"

"Yes, my teacher" replied to Ye Qi with respect and respect, immediately turned around, stared at Moretti, reached out and made a gesture of asking, said coldly: "I am sorry, I The teacher doesn't want to see anyone."

The voice of the grammar is cold, although the tone is not Ye Qi because of the power of the dragon's blood, but it is faint with a sense of oppression.

Ps has been repairing the psp at night, and the result is almost brushed into a brick... It’s sad reminder...

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