The western-style building where Deng Lijun lives is spacious and comfortable.

Even the kitchen is particularly spacious and fully equipped with kitchen utensils, allowing people to show off their skills.

Lu Dongjie washed some Chinese herbal medicines, put them into a pot, added water, and then simmered them over low heat.

He looked at the scenery outside the window without focus.

In Mama Deng's bedroom, the mother and daughter were whispering.

Deng Lijun poured some drinking wine into the palm of her hand and gently rubbed the injured ankle joint of Mother Deng.

She felt a little distressed and complained, "Mom, why didn't you report the crime?"

Mother Deng shook her head, "Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing."

Deng Lijun was still unhappy, "Then we can't let others bully us."

Mother Deng laughed instead, "Those two guys were beaten black and blue by Ajie. This is a lesson."

Deng Lijun stopped her hands and smiled, "Really, that's pretty much it."

"How could you be so careless when you saw him just now?" Mother Deng couldn't help but ask, "Did something happen to you?"

Deng Lijun's eyes flickered, "I was just surprised. I didn't expect him to come to the door."

Mother Deng asked casually, "What do you think of him as a person?"

Deng Lijun pretended to be perfunctory and replied: "What's the matter, just younger and taller."

Mother Deng continued, "I think it's good, and I plan to introduce it to your cousin."

Deng Lijun blurted out subconsciously, "My cousin already has a boyfriend, and I don't know how good her relationship is."

Mother Deng felt a little regretful and shook her head, "That's right, I just said it casually."

Deng Lijun seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but soon her nerves became tense again.

Mother Deng looked at her carefully and suddenly smiled, "Girl, do you think he is suitable to be your boyfriend?"

Deng Lijun was startled, and her voice was a little bitter, "I have a girlfriend, how could she be with me?"

Yes, there was probably more than one. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sulky.

"I think you're hiding something from me." Mother Deng glanced at her and said with emotion, "Aren't you going to tell mom?"

Deng Lijun raised her head, slightly uneasy, "No way, we had a concert in Hong Kong before."

After a while, Deng's mother came close to her face and said, "Your conditions are so good, maybe you still have a chance."

Deng Lijun took her arm and begged, "Oh, mom, please stop messing around."

Seeing her like that, Mother Deng sighed secretly and decided that enough was enough.

Besides decoction, Lu Dongjie was not idle either.

He opened the refrigerator and looked at it carefully, thinking about what ingredients to use.

Mother Deng injured her foot and couldn't get out of the kitchen.

At a glance, Deng Lijun knew that she was a wealthy lady, and she never touched her fingers.

The pot of mung bean porridge just now seemed to be the pinnacle of her lifelong cooking skills.

If he didn't help, the mother and daughter would probably have to fast tonight.

He rolled up his sleeves, put on his apron, took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and got ready to start work.

Thaw when it's time to thaw, rinse when it's time to rinse.

Lu Dongjie got busy with his hands, cutting meat, washing vegetables, heating oil in a pot, everything was done with ease.

It took about half an hour to serve the dishes and take them to the dining room, and then tidy up the kitchen.

Lu Dongjie turned his head and was slightly startled.

Deng Lijun leaned quietly at the door, looking a little dazed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Lu Dongjie deliberately mocked himself and said: "I think you don't seem to have confidence in my cooking skills."

Deng Lijun blushed slightly, "I didn't mean that."

Lu Dongjie smiled and said, "We're ready for dinner."

Deng Lijun tried to calm down and brushed her hair, "I'm going to call mom out."

When Mother Deng came out, she was shocked and said, "Ajie, your cooking skills are pretty good."

Lu Dongjie joked: "They are all forced by hard life, so they have developed survival skills."

In this era, except for the real rich kids, who can't cook and prepare a few dishes?

Tonight we have three simple dishes: scrambled eggs with cold melon, braised carp, and pan-fried stuffed tofu.

They ate this meal with gusto.

Mother Deng was eating and asked casually, "Ajie, you came to Japan for tourism, right?"

Lu Dongjie hesitated for a moment and nodded, "That's right."

Deng Lijun rolled her eyes at him and said, "What does it mean? Yes means yes, no means no."

Lu Dongjie was a little embarrassed and smiled.

Mother Deng glared at her angrily, "Girl, why are you so rude today?"

Deng Lijun also knew that she was a little presumptuous, so she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and continued to eat with her head down.

Lu Dongjie said with a smile: "I came here this time to discuss cooperation with Warner Pioneer, and I stopped by to spend a few days."

Of course he didn't tell me that he was mainly here to accompany his girlfriend to work, and his affairs were only secondary.

"Oh, Ajie, you are also a singer." Mother Deng glanced at him, "But in the Japanese music scene, it is difficult for Hong Kong and Taiwan singers to develop."

Deng Lijun blushed and explained: "Mom, I have already become famous internationally. You don't have to worry about this."

"Eh, is that so?" Mother Deng smiled, "It seems that I usually read less news, so my knowledge is really behind me."

Deng Lijun complained softly, "Every time I ask someone to bring back a Chinese newspaper, you use it as waste paper."

Lu Dongjie simply said: "I have a record company in Hong Kong, and this time I have business cooperation with Warner."

Mother Deng couldn't help laughing, "Oh, then you are really awesome."

After the meal, Deng Lijun took him to visit this foreign-style building. It was not an exaggeration to say that this was a luxury apartment.

The living and entertainment space here is enough to invite friends and hold a party.

Watanabe Agency is generous to its artists, of course, provided that she can create value for the company.

Deng Lijun is now in her fourth year in the Japanese music scene and has firmly established herself as a leading singer.

Among the hundreds of well-known singers in the Japanese music scene, she ranks among the top fifteen female singers.

As a Chinese female singer, she is already quite extraordinary.

In particular, her singing is based on pure singing skills and does not rely on any special image or nickname.

There are the most singers like her who sing lyrical songs in Japan, and those who perform poorly will be eliminated.

When Lu Dongjie visited the singing studio, he found that many musical instruments were fully prepared and it was indeed very professional.

Deng Lijun suddenly said: "How about we collaborate on a song now."

"Now?" Lu Dongjie looked at his watch and hesitated slightly, "Will it disturb others?"

Deng Lijun shook her head, "Don't be afraid. There are overseas Chinese upstairs and downstairs. They are usually not at home."

Lu Dongjie looked at her tentatively, "How about next time?"

Deng Lijun raised her head to look at him, her stubbornness creeping into the corners of her brows and eyes.

Lu Dongjie shrugged, "Okay, your territory is up to you."

He sat down on the piano seat, picked up a book of piano scores and looked through them, but there was no suitable song.

He touched his chin and thought for a while, with a smile on his lips, he closed the music sheet and put it aside.

Deng Lijun was standing next to him, and for some reason she suddenly felt a little nervous in her heart.

Lu Dongjie gently pressed the keys, and a beautiful melody began to pop out from his fingertips.

He tried some sounds back and forth before he found the feeling.

Deng Lijun's big eyes moved back and forth, listening carefully to his accompaniment, and suddenly laughed.

Lu Dongjie raised his head and smiled at her, "Okay, let's start now."

He pressed the keys again with his fingers, a melody sounded crisply, and the atmosphere in the room began to become relaxed and lively.

Deng Lijun nodded with one hand, gradually found the right tune, and sang softly:

The south wind brings coolness

The nightingale sings softly

The flowers under the moon are all dreaming

Only the tuberose

.......

Mother Deng was sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, listening to the singing, with a worried look on her face.

She is Deng Lijun's mother, so she naturally knows all about her daughter's temperament.

The girl's eyes are the most concealed from others. All her thoughts are reflected in her eyes.

What is so different about this man that makes his daughter so lost?
Chapter completed!