Long Island Rich District.

On the desk, the phone rang.

The butler took the receiver, listened to a few words, and walked to the pool.

"Sir, your phone number."

"who?"

"Mr. Haney of Manhattan Conservatory of Music!"

In the swimming pool, a man swimming raised his face from underwater.

Under the wet black hair, the delicate face, and the deep blue eyes, like the sea.

Swimming by the swimming pool, Feng Chen took the phone from the butler's hand and sent it to his ear.

"Mr. Hani?"

"Tonight our college has a percussion performance. I have left tickets for you and Miss Feng Nuan. Do you think you have time to come?"

Feng Chen raised his eyes and his eyes fell on the open window in the study room on the second floor.

"What time is it?"

“Start at eight o’clock.”

"Okay, we'll come."

"OK!"

He handed the phone to the butler, Feng Chen grabbed it and walked out of the swimming pool, took the bath towel handed over by the butler and put it on his body.

"Xiao Nuan!"

"What's up?"

A girl appeared beside the study, holding half of the books she saw.

"Prepare, we'll go to the show tonight, your favorite jazz percussion!"

"real?"

"real!"

"Long live brother!" Feng Nuan put down the book in her hand, jumped down from the terrace and fell into the swimming pool, and her face floated out of the water. She raised her hand to wipe the water on her face, "Brother, I love you!"

After saying that, the little girl plunged into the water with a fierce look.

She was splashed with water droplets, but Feng Chen just smiled.

"Be careful to hurt you next time!"

"I don't know!"

Feng Nuan swam underwater like a mermaid for several times before she came out, floated out of the water and swam to the edge of the pool where he was standing, reached out to pull her out of the pool, Feng Chen raised his hand to help her get rid of the messy hair on her shoulders.

"You haven't gone to take a shower and change your clothes yet?"

"Don't worry, I'll be quick!"

She didn't pick up the towel, and she turned around and ran back to the living room wet.

“Arranging the car and getting dinner ready.”

He gave the butler an instruction and Feng Chen followed her upstairs and returned to his bedroom.

He went to the bathroom to take a shower, blow dry his hair and walk into the cloakroom. He took the shirt and trousers from the shelf and put them on his body, pulled open the drawer, took out the red button from it and stuffed it into his pocket.

Over the years, habitual movements have long become a kind of physical memory.

Putting his hand in his pocket and playing with the button, he stepped out of the door.

Opposite, Feng Nuan just changed her clothes and came out. Seeing him, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Brother, we are going to ask for percussion, not to listen to concerts!"

This is her hobby, not Feng Chen's hobby. Feng Chen has never quite understood what these young people like now. He only likes to listen to the piano.

Feng Nuan grabbed his arm, pushed him back to the cloakroom, glanced around, and removed a T-shirt and casual pants from the shelf.

"Then... change it!"

Feng Chen reached out to take it, and she reached over to help him take off his coat and shook it gently.

In the air, a red light flashed, and a button fell on the floor, making a slight sound.

Before Feng Nuan bent over to pick it up, Feng Chen reached out to him immediately, picked up the button, and carefully blew the dust that did not exist on it...

"Brother, you..."

I noticed the buttons between the man's fingers, and the wind was warm and he was about to speak but stopped.

Feng Shen put his fingers together and held the button in his palm.

"I want to change my clothes, you go upstairs to wait for me first!"

With his eyes swept over his palm, Feng Nuan nodded and walked out of the cloakroom.
Chapter completed!