Qu San Ye left the room and went downstairs. Zhou Mo Han followed him closely.
There were also deafening cries in the room behind him.
"Wow... Why are you so desperate? I don't deserve you. I'm dirty!"
The little nightingale is crying in the room with old six in her arms.
Old six hugged her tightly, "Chungui is my fault to you, you don't deserve me, you are still xiaochungui, you are still mine!"
An iron man shed tears in front of his beloved woman.
The little nightingale cried and wiped his tears. "You fool, with your status, how many women do you want now? There are so many women who want to be with you. What's the use of me..."
"No, you are not. You are my little cinnamon!" Lao Liu broke in crying.
This is the pain of his life and the place where he cherishes the woman in his arms most.
It's his fault. If he went back early, if he said it before he left, there would be nothing later.
However, there is no if in life.
"You fool The little nightingale hugged the man in front of her.
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Miyuning finished his dinner and strolled in the hall.
Seeing the piano in the hall, my hands itch.
There is no entertainment here.
No TV, no mobile phone, no games.
Seeing the piano, miyuning's hand itched.
Before she knew it, she went to the piano and sat down.
Miyuning knew that the piano in front of him was an antique.
In fact, the earliest clavichord was made in England. The front of the clavichord is pasted with a layer of wood pattern, which is symmetrical and beautiful, like artificial drawing.
This kind of tree is rare in modern times and has become a world protected species.
Miyuning put her hands on the keys. Her hands were like dancing.
Piano timbre is simple and rich, soft as the winter sun, Yingying bright, warm and calm.
All the busy servants in the western style building stopped their busy work when they heard the piano.
The sound is as cool as a steel ball on the ice.
The roaring deep sea shakes people's heart and soul. The sound is like silence, and its bottomless power spreads to the sky.
Most of the people in the western style building don't know piano.
But the voice is high and low, and the mood is also uncertain.
When Mr. Qu walked into the hall, he saw such a scene.
The servants looked at the woman sitting in front of the piano and played the beautiful and passionate music.
Each other's lazy, leisurely appearance, let the third master show a gentle expression, eyes are full of doting light.
In this very quiet night, Mr. Qu felt the taste of happiness.
This kind of feeling is really ridiculous, but for him once.
Now he cherishes this feeling and the time he spends with the woman sitting in front of the piano.
All of a sudden, the third master Qu's eyes were stunned, and his eyes were full of possession.
She can only be his, belongs to him alone.
No one can take it.
This is his big baby alone.
When miyuning stopped, he turned his head behind him for the first time.
Before that, she felt a strong gaze staring at her. It's kind of creepy.
The other side's eyes are full of aggression, but there is no other unacceptable.
Later became gentle, people can not feel the feeling of hair in the heart.
"Pa pa pa..."
Seeing mi you Ning stop, Mr. Qu applauded.