Chapter 201

It's a good thing to feel a good identity for the first time.

Go in from another entrance and go up to the second floor. You can see a team from the railing next to it.

There are no fewer people. No one has eaten out for such a long time? What are you doing outside? Money!

"Order." Quan Yi pushed the menu to Langsheng, a smile that didn't show depth, and his hair was creepy.

Langsheng took the menu, all in French.

What's the meaning of this? Make her ugly or try depth?

“Serveur。” Langsheng called the waiter in pure French. The people below reflected and looked up. When they saw the two people, their expressions were out of control.

"It's really general Quan!"

"Male god!"

"The little brother opposite is so nice and white. I want to powder him."

"Good eye, good eye, support Quan Yan CP, too pleasing to the eye."

The restaurant was so excited that it couldn't even report the menu.

Langsheng suddenly stood up and flew a chopstick to the opposite wall. Suddenly, no one spoke.

“Jeveuxdeuxpâtesetdeuxverresdejusd'orange，Merci。” Langsheng and others calmed down and ordered two spaghetti and two glasses of orange juice with the waiter in French.

It's so fluent that it's as smooth as your mother tongue. Even the French waiter seemed to see his compatriots and said no worse than the French.

Quan Yi picked his eyebrows and was in a good mood. He leaned lazily against the back of the chair and half hooked his mouth.

"What else can you do?" Quan Yi's words did not hide his interest in Langsheng.

"Yes, more than you think."

Langsheng didn't want to answer at all. He found this sentence to send him away, and then closed the menu.

The second floor is generally not accessible to people, so they can only take pictures below. Many people fight their lives to stand on the table for a picture.

Langsheng glanced at Quan Yi calmly, smiled carelessly and said, "dinner is always elegant. I play the piano and you pay."

"Yes." Quan Yi quickly gave an answer, and then some wondered. When did he say she paid?

Langsheng got up and walked down the first floor under everyone's attention.

Seeing her coming, they made way one after another. The boy went to the music stage, smiled at the people playing on it and said, "borrow the piano."

The piano player stopped and stepped down silently. He had seen Langsheng play the piano. It was too professional.

This little brother can play the piano?!

The onlookers were stunned, so 6? You speak French well and your grades are dazzling. Now even the piano is easy?

Did she learn these skills in her stomach earlier than they did? Why is the difference between young people who are not many years old!

"Listen to what?" This question is not for everyone, but for someone alone!

Quan Yi was still a little arrogant, and his tone was very light: "the romance of love."

Romance of love is a gentle and romantic song. In this atmosphere, this song can be regarded as a scene.

Langsheng sat in front of the piano, a pair of jade white hands on the black-and-white piano keys, and gently closed his eyes. The temperament of the whole body has changed, very soft and gentle.

Her fingers are as thin and bony as a hand model. Her feelings are also infected with the timbre, like a fairyland and a dream like a fairyland.

The little brother's gentle appearance makes their hearts melt, and the piano music has no defects.

Quan Yi on the second floor has deep eyes and sees Langsheng's investment in playing the piano. The feeling of integration drives the atmosphere, and the gentle music like water is passed to everyone's ears and recorded in his mind.