Chapter 80

Although Bo Jingchuan has been driving in front of him, he still noticed Shen Fanxing's look.

"Why?"

"Don't you mean to pursue me? As long as you make a little investigation into my business, you should know a lot about it. "

Shen Fanxing looks at him.

At night, the lights of Pingcheng are bright, and the changeable color light flows through his angular and perfect side face with the movement of the car. The bridge of his nose is high, and his eyebrows are like distant mountains, showing dignity and pride in delicacy.

There was a moment of silence in the carriage, only the melodious piano sound was still floating, serving as the background.

Just when Shen Fanxing thought he would not answer and wanted to turn his head to look out of the car window, Bo Jingchuan's low voice rang slowly -

"do you want me to investigate you?"

Shen Fanxing turned to see him, looking a little surprised.

"I think it's an act of great disrespect for you. Or Rather than knowing about you from other people's mouths, I would like you to tell me yourself one day. "

His voice is too low, although the voice is calm, but it sounds gentle.

Shen Fanxing's clear eyes flickered slightly. Finally, he turned his head to the window beside him. His eyes were as light as fog, and his face was silent.

"My mother is a very elegant woman. She has high requirements for me since she was a child. I have been involved in national style, calligraphy and painting, dance and music."

"Shen's family is in a good condition, but I started to learn piano when I was 15 years old. I said that I could play piano, but I only studied for less than three years, and my attainments in this field are not very deep. I really like it, but later... "

Shen Fanxing's elbow is supported on the corner of the window glass. She nibbles at the bending middle finger joint, and her voice stops gradually.

The other hand on the leg clenched into a fist, slightly shaking.

"Later I went abroad In order to survive, the piano has been shelved. "

Bo Jingchuan listened quietly. His face was still, and the neon outside the window was printed in his dark eyes. It was flowing, but it was more unfathomable.

He didn't ignore the inflexible conversion in her sentence, nor the tremor in her voice.

Don't say it if you don't want to.

But he didn't break it.

He could feel that if she continued, her mood tonight might burst.

If she's willing to show weakness in front of herself, it's OK, but now it's obvious that she won't.

At most, she would only hide in her own world and feel sad.

"Play it to me when you have a chance."

Shen Fanxing takes back his arm, takes a deep breath, hooks his lips and looks at him.

"Well, what do you want to hear?"

"The wedding of dreams."

“……” Shen Fanxing looks slightly stiff.

The atmosphere suddenly jumped back from the depression just now, just because Bo Jingchuan made a light joke.

The car passes through the city and turns into the residential area gradually. Bo Jingchuan slows down with Yu Song in front of him.

Downstairs of Shen Fanxing's apartment, several people who seemed to be walking gathered little by little and rushed up after seeing Yu Song's car stop.

"That's the car. We'll smash it!"

Yu Song was alert that the situation was not right, and a loud bang came from the trunk of the car, followed by a continuous sound.

Bo Jingchuan slammed on the brake.

He squinted at the confusion in front of him. There was not a trace of temperature on his angular and beautiful face, and there was a chill between his eyebrows.

It seems that even the air has become a fine piece of ice.