In Cheng Yiran"s view, the shareholders of Fei Yun Entertainment definitely owned a large amount of wealth.
Then, this Mr. Zhong should be living in a magnificent place like a palace or at least a special-designed mansion.
But the fact was, this place was even more simple than he thought.
But the commons could still not afford it.
At the doorway, Cheng Yun stopped, and looked at Cheng Yiran curiously---Cheng Yun had driven the car and took Cheng Yiran here.
Cheng Yun asked, "Oh, put your guitar into the car. It looks weird to carry it about."
Of course, it was not very odd since such some musicians held their instruments all day. And so did some calligraphers in the capital city.
"I can carry it." Cheng Yiran tried to make himself look natural, "I am not used to putting it down."
"Fine." Cheng Yun didn"t say any more.
Zhong Luochen cherished him, so Cheng Yun didn"t plan to make cause problems.
And, this guy sang really well! As an outsider that didn"t focus on music, Cheng Yun felt he would become Cheng Yiran"s fan.
So he acted calmly, politely even tolerable.
"Then let"s go up, Mr. Zhong is waiting there." Cheng Yun raised his head, and found a person looking down through the window on the second floor.
It was Zhong Luochen, Cheng Yiran felt he was peeping at him… which made him get serious.
…
Going into the room, Cheng Yiran found that it was not as simple as he thought.
Especially the wall full of Virginia creeper, with some moss at the edges, which gave him the feeling of an old house.
"It"s a good room eh?" Cheng Yun smiled.
Cheng Yiran nodded. The longer he stood there, the calmer he felt, "It"s really a good room."
"I heard a university professor used to live here and he died for some reason."
Cheng Yun shrugged, "His families entrusted a real estate agent to sell it. I thought it was not good to live in an unlucky house, but Mr. Zhong said he likes here, so we just bought it several months ago."
Cheng Yun looked around this room, "Oh, there is a bas.e.m.e.nt being refit into a studio, and Mr. Zhong asked us to refit it as a wine cellar. Later we can take you there to have a look. Many good wines are being preserved there!"
At this moment, Cheng Yiran raised his head, he saw Zhong Luochen walking downstairs at a slow pace. One step after one step, like an emperor was looking down his people.
But his gaze never left Cheng Yiran.
At this time, Cheng Yiran felt a strange and familiar feeling… as if discovering a little similarity in semipermanent of that mysterious businessman from Mr. Zhong.
He was not like a person with seven emotions and six sensory pleasures.
"Is he the person from that night…" But Cheng Yiran denied this viewpoint soon. Their voice was different… Cheng Yiran found that he had no impression to the businessman"s voice, he just guessed that using his instinct.
Besides that, their figures differed… he tried to think back, but he failed to recall the figure of that mysterious businessman.
"But this feeling... What is going on?" Cheng Yiran frowned.
"You"re here."
Zhong Luochen smiled faintly, which made his handsome face look even more enchanting.
"Mr. Zhong, I brought Cheng Yiran here." Cheng Yun came close.
"Yeah." Zhong Luochen nodded, and said, "Cheng Yun, I didn"t have dinner yet. Can you go buy some food for me, please?"
Cheng Yun asked, "What would you like?"
"Buy as you see fit." Zhong Luochen said.
Cheng Yun nodded, turning back and gave Cheng Yiran a meaningful look before walking out without words… he knew Second Master just wanted him to leave.
Of course, he needed to buy some food carefully too.
"Didn"t expect Second Master to treat Cheng Yiran so well."
Cheng Yun left with a cigarette.
Before leaving, he took out a cellphone from his pocket---It was not a common phone, but for contacting a special person.
"h.e.l.lo, Third Miss, Second Master is talking to Cheng Yiran secretly, but I don"t know what the topic is…"
He drove very stably.
…
…
Cheng Yiran didn"t think the opportunity would come so fast.
After Cheng Yun left, Zhong Luochen didn"t talk anymore, but directly brought him to the wine cellar.
Many unknown wine bottles were arranged on shelves.
Zhong Luochen sat on the circle sofa, and poured wine for him, "Have a taste, and celebrate your performance last night."
"Mr. Zhong, did you look for me... for something?" Cheng Yiran hesitated.
He found the cellar door had been automatically closed--- before coming in, he saw two doors. The first one was a huge steel door with an electronic lock.
"Many things about you have been spread on the internet." Zhong Luochen smiled, "Or, let"s talk about something else… May I have a look at your guitar?"
"It"s not a special one, just an old antique." Cheng Yiran felt a little nervous; he couldn"t even make sure if his gaze betrayed him.
"Really?"
Zhong Luochen didn"t insist or feel disappointed, but gave him a smile, "I remember you carried it last time when we had dinner. I think it must have some special meaning for you, so I felt curious."
He was careless!
Zhong Luochen"s words made him uncomfortable and had him recognize a question he ignored!
That was, no matter how a musician liked his instrument, they would not keep it all day round.
It was very weird! People would find out something as time went…
But, he would not feel safe if the guitar was out of his sight…
"A little bit." Cheng Yiran nodded slightly, but eyesight moved around, "It was just something in the past."
"There is only one exit here." Zhong Luochen suddenly said, "And it"s voice-activated, only I can turn it on."
Cheng Yiran was stunned and his heart started to beat heavily!
"What will the supporter of Fei Yun Entertainment try to do?"
Zhong Luochen sipped the wine, and said coolly, "Don"t be nervous, I mean… n.o.body will know about the conversation between us. Of course…"
He squinted his eyes, and stared at Cheng Yiran, "Of course! I mean ordinary people… as for others, it"s hard to predict."
Cheng Yiran heart beat again. From Mr. Zhong"s words, he sensed something different… which stabbed into the secret hiding in his heart.
Cheng Yiran said, "Mr. Zhong, I don"t understand that."
Zhong Luochen took it seriously, "What I want to say is… Cheng Yiran, have you ever thought that maybe you and I are of the same kind?"
"The same kind?"