Chapter 121: Deceptive Uncle 18

I probably won’t think about it if I warm myself, and I will meet you again in the day and night.
After the warm-up homework, I came to the Yuege Pavilion early. The boss said that there was a guest named her to go, and the number of warmth did not think much. The piano was over.
After entering the door, I saw that the screen was pushed to the side. After she frowned and looked at the bead curtain, she vaguely saw a silhouette of the figure, some... familiar.
The number of hands holding the piano was slightly tight, and then he heard an indifferent voice inside: "Come in."
A few warm hands and a little hard to hold a heavy piano, one hand stretched over and opened the bead curtain, and then, slightly stopped.
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A few warm looked at him, and finally he still held the piano.
She was playing under the eyes of a thousand ink, playing around the body with his familiar faint breath.
The number of warm heads whispered while playing the strings and asked: "What does Wang Ye want to hear?"
"It's casual." He said it was very casual, and his eyes fell on her slender, white fingers.
The number did not speak, and began to play.
During the period, Qian Qianmo leaned on the couch to raise his eyes for a while, and opened his eyes and watched her play the piano.
The number of warm playing pianos is really good-looking, slightly lowering the head, the neckline is very beautiful, the movement is elegant and beautiful, and at first glance it is a clever little girl. Even if she doesn’t talk, she is so quiet. Sitting there playing the piano will make people feel that it is a very enjoyable thing.
However, after playing two songs, Qian Qianmo suddenly noticed that the fingers of the warm-twisting strings were reddish. He frowned and interrupted her with a cold voice: "Don't play."
The number of warm stops, moves up, looks at him inexplicably.
But Qian Qianmo is just cold and cold: "Not good."
The number warmed softly and said: "That warmth is called the sister of the month."
When I said that the number of warmth picked up the guqin, I stood up.
晟千墨: "..."
He looked at her coldly, giving a warm and silent deterrent: "Sit down."
The number did not move, watching him say: "Wang Ye, I am just a piano girl in the Lan Yue Court."
Qian Qianmo does not listen to her playing the piano, she is still doing something here.
"This king wants you to sit here."
The number was warm and paused. "When are you sitting?"
"This is the king's business."
It is still a tone of incomprehensibility.
A few warm warm squints, half a small mouth, but no ability to resist.
What she wants to say, I want to say, if this is the case, what kind of work does she play?
But the number of warmth finally endured and sat down silently.
晟 千墨墨 did not do anything, just rely on closed eyes to rest, probably in the daytime in the military camp is too tired, this will not have time to talk to her.
So the number of warmth really accompanied him to the point where he was working.
After the arrival, Qian Qianmo had fallen asleep on the couch, and looked at him warmly and quietly. The appearance of Qian Qianm’s sleep was much milder than usual, but the contour lines were still tough and the thin and thin lips were like It is so sharp as a knife, which makes people afraid that he will easily ask someone else's life if he opens his mouth.
A few warm people looked at him for a while, only got up, and carefully put the blanket on the couch on the body of Qian Qianmo, and then took the piano and took it to the door.
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(I have to comment on a reader here, and I understand it very well: [Reader Yuzu: Uncle Uncle, I am not good at all, at least I can live, I am a slave, I can’t do anything, what kind of road do you give, I am going to take a path], the number of warmth is such a situation, but it will be good, everything must be progressive ~~~