C57

It was already deep into the night. Rain began to fall outside the window, sliding down the glass and forming curtains of water.

"Uh, Chief, please excuse me. I have something that I need your help with!" Beauty Jing wore a silk knee-length dress, and her figure was beautifully cut.

The light shone on her fair face, lighting up the room. Her slender fingers tapped on the wide table, concealing the uneasiness in her heart.

Bo Liangchen's gaze moved away from the computer's display and landed on the beauty Jing.

His pretty eyes narrowed, and the corner of his lips curled up slightly. He moved his finger away from the keyboard, turned the big spinning chair around, patted his own thigh, hooked his finger, and said to the girl, "Come here, speak closer. I didn't hear you clearly."

Beauty Jing uneasily took her fingers off the big table and walked around the big table awkwardly, getting closer to the thin, bright sun.

Standing half a meter away from Bo Liangchen, he lowered his head, crossed his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Sir Chief, please help me, please save my sister Jing Jiayi!" The voice was soft, like cotton candy.

Bo Liangchen looked at this shy little girl, who looked like a little kid. The corner of his mouth twitched as he said in a bad mood: "Come here, sit up!"

Ah!" "What?" Beauty Jing suddenly raised her head and saw the playful look in the man's eyes. Her heart immediately panicked. Some were shy, some were angry, and she turned around and was about to leave.

The man stretched out his long arm and grabbed the young woman's hand, pulling her into his embrace.

Beauty Jing's body was grabbed by the man, and she fell backwards into his wide arms.

After spinning around in a circle, Beauty Jing was hugged by the man in an extremely ambiguous manner.

"Chief, can I get up?" Beauty Jing felt like she was about to die of shame. This gesture of begging was not what she had expected. She was a little awkward and a little …

"Yes, call me Ah Chen." The man corrected the woman's address.

She pushed the man's chest with her small hands in an attempt to get up from his arms.

"How fragrant!" The man hooked his head and rubbed Beauty Jing's chest, like a kitten trying to steal something.

Beauty Jing's small white face suddenly turned red as she used her hand to push the man's head.

"Is this what you ask me to do?" The man's voice came from Beauty Jing's chest. She hugged the man's head with her small hands and didn't dare to move.

"Uh, that's how it is." Beauty Jing's small mouth muttered, but she didn't dare to push him anymore. She held the man's head with her small hands and stood there, looking down at the man's lips that were pressing against her neck. It was really itchy.

"En, so obedient!" The man chuckled softly. His laughter was filled with joy.

Beauty Jing's neck was touched by the man's lips. It was very itchy, so itchy that she felt like her toes were about to curl up.

"It's itchy, itchy." The little woman's voice was like a cat's, scratching at a man's heart.

He held the little woman's waist with his palm, so that she could face him and ride on his legs.

The hem of Beauty Jing's dress had already been lifted up to her waist, revealing the flesh-colored bottom, wrapping around her sexy butt and making the man's Adam's apple move. The little brother slowly propped up against a certain part of the little girl.

The little woman's body began to tremble.

"Chief, Chief." The little girl panicked and wanted to jump off the man's body. How could the man let go of such an excellent opportunity? He held the little girl in his arms and stood up, pressing her down on the wide desk.

There was the sound of a belt being undone.

The little woman panicked. She got up and was about to run away when she was hugged by the man from behind.

"Help me." The man's voice was deep and low. He didn't know why he didn't have any patience or resistance against this little girl.

Beauty Jing sat in front of the big table, her small hand holding the man's position. It was so hot that it wanted to burn her small hand.

"If I help you, you have to help me save my sister!" Beauty Jing raised her delicate face, her big watery eyes looked at the man standing in front of her.

His hand was covered by one of the man's large palms. "If you are satisfied with my service, I will agree to your request." The man squinted his eyes and bit down hard on the little girl's lips.

Beauty Jing felt pain and tightened her hand. She could feel the man's body becoming tense.

One of the man's hands was doing whatever he wanted with her, while the other hand was holding her two small hands, moving them rhythmically.

The little girl felt like she was almost out of energy and her body felt like it was on fire. The man still changed his posture and let her fiddle with him, and after who knows how long, the man laid on her body and groaned. A warm current flowed from his palm and flowed into her body.

Ah!" Beauty Jing opened her palm with some embarrassment. Looking at her palm, her face was burning.

"Hm, not bad, you've improved." The man stood up comfortably, then took out a few wet towels from the table and wiped off his and the girl's clothes.

He then pulled up his pants and patted the girl's face in satisfaction, lifting her off the desk. He then touched her smooth buttocks a few times before withdrawing his palm in satisfaction.

The little woman's entire face was like a ripe cherry, red to the point that it could drip blood. She gritted her teeth and asked, "Chief, are you satisfied?"

For his little sister, today, she endured it.

"Un, you've made progress. Not bad, continue working hard!" The man zipped up his pants and buckled on his belt, then bent down and picked up the little woman's panties to help her into them.

The palm-sized cloth was held tightly in the man's palm, causing her entire face to be as hot as fire. She extended her hand to grab the underpants in the man's palm, gritting her teeth: "Bo Liang Chen, just you wait!"

With a flushed face, she grabbed her panties and ran into the bathroom.

The sound of water splashing could be heard in the bathroom. The man's lips were pursed. His cold and resolute face brimmed with unprecedented happiness.

The little woman became angry and shy, and began to react to what he had done. Therefore, he was happy, because the feeling of being noticed and hated indicated that the other party was already beginning to pay attention to him. As long as he continued to persevere, the little woman's empty corner would definitely be filled with him.

After cleaning up the battlefield, he opened the window.

The rain outside the window was still falling, but it was not so heavy anymore.

There was the vague sound of a sad piano. Bo Liangchen's forehead twitched, who was it?

In this villa, who could play such sad music to the point of crying?

He closed the window, glanced at the bathroom door, and walked out of the study.

In the spacious study room, a man wearing a white suit was sitting in front of a piano. His back was straight and his slender fingers were agilely dancing on the black and white keys like butterflies.

His eyes were closed, and a sparkling object landed on the back of his hand. His sleeves were still closed, but his fingers were still agilely dancing on the black and white keys.

The music of Tears made the listeners cry uncontrollably.

In the corner, Liang Zhiwen who was curled up on a wheelchair did not know how to describe his mood. He wiped his face and shouted, "Big Brother, stop playing, stop playing! I can't take it anymore, why are you still so stubborn! "

The man's hand shook, but he quickly regained his composure, and the music switched to another tune.

< < High Mountains and Running Water > >

Liang Zhiwen was stunned. He sat up straight with an unusually solemn expression.

This was the zither music that every child of the Liang family had to learn in the early stages of learning piano. On the other hand, he, Liang Zhiwen, only knew ordinary scores, but he didn't record the entire score.

The melodious music of the zither was sometimes deep and sometimes high.

After she finished her shower, Beauty Jing came out of Bo Liangchen's study. Hearing such beautiful music, her feet were not free to follow her.

The door to the large study was wide open, and a tall figure blocked her view. She walked in and stood behind the tall man.

The man put his hands in his pockets and squinted at the man playing the piano by the French window.

Beauty Jing tilted her head and looked towards the source of the voice from behind the man.

The white dress wrapped around Liang Zhen's emaciated body, but the resolution in his bones couldn't be concealed. His focused expression and nimble fingers made people's eyes freeze on his body.

"So beautiful!" Beauty Jing tilted her head and praised in a low voice.

That's right, such a beautiful scene would even move a man's heart, let alone an 18-year-old girl.

Bo Liangchen took out a hand from his pocket and pulled it towards him. Then, he pulled half of the woman's body towards him.

"Aiya!" Beauty Jing was startled for a moment. She wanted to run, but she did not manage to.

Hearing the commotion, the other two people simultaneously cast their gazes towards the door.

The corner of Liang Zhiwen's mouth twitched. Sigh, Lord Chief has always been swearing to outsiders that he has the exclusive right to rule!

Liang Zhen had already finished playing the song. His finger left the black and white keyboard and stopped mid-air.

He turned his head to face the light of the incandescent lamp and slowly opened his eyes. For a moment, he was not used to it; he narrowed his blue eyes and his long eyelashes trembled a little. He could smell the faint scent of gardenia in the air.

Separated by the wide desk, he looked at the beauty Jing who was being embraced in the arms of the thin and bright morning, and smiled in his heart.

She heard it. It was good, it was good, these two pieces were solo for her, she only needed to hear it, that was enough! Enough!

Standing up, he walked towards the two people at the door.

"Ah Chen, you didn't disturb us, did you?" His smile was gentle and polite, with the air of an upper-class nobleman.

However, he was no longer a three year old child. In order to win over the feeling of being in the heart of a beauty, he clenched his teeth, smiled, and said to Liang Zhen, "Big brother's zither arts are really more and more exquisite. How about we compare?"

As he spoke, he walked towards another musical instrument beside the French window. It was an ancient zither.

Liang Zhen's footsteps paused as he looked at Beauty Jing and asked, "What do you like to hear? Sit down and we'll play it for you. "

The three old men who were sitting in the living room and drinking tea also came over when they heard the commotion.

Jing Zhongren very impolitely pulled out a chair and sat next to her. He said in a clear voice, "Not bad, are you worrying about the boredom? "Let's all play a song, we're all having fun."