Chapter 58: Chapter 58

After speaking, the tip of his tongue was still around his apple, making a provocative twist.
Ten keys were pressed all together, making a dull sound.
Mixed with heavy breathing.
"Jane, loose, meaning."
Three words, one word at a time, came from the top of Jian Songyi's head, somewhat dumb.
Courageously acted as Jane and relaxed, and then realized that he seemed to have gotten angry.
If you get angry, there is a high probability that you will be arrested to fight the fire.
Jian Songyi thought of this, got up and ran, but Bai Huai pulled his arm back around and pressed it onto the piano.
The piano made a louder sound than before.
Bai Huai touched him with one hand and nodded his Adam's apple with the other hand: "I remember I said that I am stingy. I am usually taken advantage of. I like to ask for it. If I am bitten, I have to bite it."
Speaking and comparing two fingers: "twice."
Jian Songyi was pressed on the piano, her eyes fell on the reddish throat which was still glowing with water, her ears were sharp and ripe.
He kept saying that Bai Huai was his brother, but bit Bai Huai twice.
Maybe he is really crazy.
Shame on yourself.
But Bai Huai just now...
I really want people to bite him too much.
The colder, the more forbearing, and the more restrained, the more he makes his heart move, always wanting to bite out his tenderness and affection from forbearance and restraint, and then take it for himself.
Thinking of this, I did it.
But forgot the consequences.
You know, although Bai Huai gave himself up most of the time, in some places, he was a real beast.
But Jian Songyi felt that she couldn't recognize counseling. Every time she counseled, Bai Huai would have to make an inch of it, and he would be completely eaten.
So he stubbornly slammed his neck and said, "A man who dares to act, just bite it back for you."
"You can bite anywhere?"
"whatever."
"You said? Don't regret it?"
Jian Song came up with an inch of strength, raised eyebrows, lips twitched, pretending to be scornful and provocative: "I said, don't regret it, you are a big man who chirps, is it okay?"
Some people started to babble indiscriminately again, and Bai Huai was not polite.
He stretched his hand to cover the back of Jian Songyi's head, slightly sideways and tilted his head, so that his lips fell on the glands behind his neck.
Very shallow touch, so soft and non-aggressive.
Unpreparedly, Jian Songyi was greatly disturbed in an instant. An instinct similar to surrender immediately filled his blood and nerves, craving crazily, but the alpha subconsciousness of 17 years made his brain unacceptable. Marked and possessed by another alpha.
As a result, a strong rejection reaction occurred. The first time he was touched, he instinctively pushed Bo Huai away, causing the piano stool behind him to quickly slash across the ground, making a sharp, harsh sound.
After pushing away, he was stunned, only to realize that his behavior was really hurtful.
And myself, in such a cold day, I was shocked to sweat.
He pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.
Obviously I wanted it when combined with heat, but when I was sober, I couldn't accept it and seemed very hypocritical.
But Bai Huai seemed to be expecting it, and naturally dropped his hand and smiled: "I knew it, you shit."
It seemed that he didn't intend to bite in the first place.
Jian Songyi was embarrassed.
This time he teased Bo Huai, but he also pushed Bai Huai away. If he was Bo Huai, whether he really wanted to mark it or not, he would feel that Jian Songyi was just playing with his feelings based on his own love.
He was afraid of Bai Huai’s misunderstanding, so he hurriedly defended:
I’m not a shame. I just remembered that I made an oath back then. I’m strong and simple, and I will never accept your mark. I’m a person of spine. When you say it, you can’t lose weight, so...Would you like to bite in another place? You can do anything except there."
It was actually a serious discussion tone, and a little cautious, as if for fear of getting angry.
Bai Huai suddenly felt that he had pushed Jian Songyi too tightly.
Jian Songyi hadn't even decided to be her boyfriend, she was possessive, and almost couldn't help but really wanted to tag him. Knowing that Jian Songyi only likes babble on his lips, he is very provocative, but he can't help but bully himself and scare the children like this.
It's really good.
It is better to let the small paramecium slower.
If he smiled nonchalantly, he sat back in front of the piano again: "Forget it, you fine-skinned and tender, it hurts me even if it hurts."
"Actually, it's okay, I'm not afraid of pain. Really."
"Don't worry, it's me who abstained from voting, so you don't count as shameless."
Jian Songyi felt that she didn't beg others to bite her own reason, but since this is the case, some things still need to be emphasized again: "This is what you said, and it's not my shame. Then the things I stamped must count."
Bai Huai glanced at him obliquely: "So unreasonable?"
"How can I be called unreasonable? I am your sponsor and spend so much money to support you. What's wrong with stamping a stamp?"
"What did you say about stamping?"
Jian Song was unreasonable, and angry: "It was nothing at first, but you sang well and wanted to give you a reward. In the end, you didn't expect your concentration to be so bad and you could not bear it."
"You can give more rewards if you have the ability to see who can't stand it."
"..." Jian Songyi felt that he was upright alone and could not compare with a beast like Bai Huai, and said solemnly, "You are listed on the sea, and you are not my boyfriend. You can't be too greedy."
Bai Huai lowered his head and smiled: "Yes, you are right, I can't be greedy."
Jian Songyi pursed her lips and corrected it again: "But in fact, you can also be a little greedy. I'm quite generous. It is still possible to correct a little lover that suits my heart."
Jian Songyi felt that this suggestion was very obvious, and only one step forward would allow Bai Huai to get what he wanted and heal the damage he had suffered when he was pushed away.
However, Bai Huai just smiled: "Okay, our Master Jian is generous, let's practice the piano, otherwise it's too late."
Accustomed to Bai Huai’s fine-tuned approach, he climbed up as soon as he saw the pole. Suddenly, he took it so well. Jian Songyi felt a little uncomfortable:
I’ll practice piano now? Nothing else?

"What else do you want?"
"……It's nothing."
I can’t say, I want you to open up and let me be your boyfriend.
Jian Songyi was accustomed to being held up, and couldn't hold back this face.
Bai Huai went on business again: "If you don't have anything, start practicing, or you'll be in your state, and you won't be able to keep it in the evening."
"..."
Jian Song sat back in front of the piano sullenly.
He felt that Bai Huai was such a puzzling alpha, and he did not deserve to have such a charming omega.
Bai Huai is just a paramecium.
Yes, Paramecium, he is not worthy of a higher creature like himself, he deserves to be chased a little longer.
But on second thought, Bai Huai is a very delicate person, and it is impossible not to understand what he meant by his words. Reminiscent of Bai Huai's various performances after Bai Han appeared, Jian Songyi has reason to suspect that Bai Huai was deliberately avoiding sublimation as a male. Friend this question.
He may have something to tell himself.
Thinking of what was in his mind, Jian Songyi unexpectedly played a song "The Butterfly Lovers" in a rather melancholy mood.
Noisy, Jian Songyi is very strong in his bones, but whenever he decides to do something seriously, he will do his best.
After dinner time, I found the feel but still felt that it was not enough. I went home at night and went to the piano room on the third floor to continue practicing.
It has been a long time since the piano sounded at home.
Ms. Tang’s first reaction was that the house was haunted.
Putting on the mask, pulling the broom, and carefully looking up to the third floor, I saw Jian Songyi sitting in front of the piano, without saying anything, throwing away the broom, tearing off the mask, and running over, holding Jian Songyi's face in both hands: "Child Ah! Have you finally got the hang of it!"
Jian Songyi: "?"
Ms. Tang was a little excited: "Are you going to confess to Xiaohuai on the piano? Are you going to confess to Xiaohuai? What do you need your mother to do? Is it enough for airlifting roses? Or artificial snowfall? Tell your mother, mother can do it."
Jian Songyi: "...Mom, I just want to participate in the art festival."
"Oh."
Ms. Tang put down Jian Songyi's face with eagerness, her eyes lost their expression.
"With Bai Huai."
His eyes rejuvenated: "When?!"
"December 15."
"December 15th, I count...Oh! It's too late! Call Xiao Huai over!"
"?"
"I will measure the size for you! I will send it to the brand tomorrow morning and make two small dresses for you. Although it is too late for the high set, it will be handsome!"
"Mom... don't..."
"Use! Why not! Oh, forget it, you continue to practice, I will go to Xiaohuai by myself."
Five minutes later, Jian Songyi and Bai Huai stood obediently in front of the full-length mirror, and Ms. Tang made gestures with a soft ruler.
Listening to her inexplicably excited words: "Tsk tusk tusk, you two are not in my own eyes. They are really good. It is more than enough to be a model. Why don't you make a debut with a boy group? Let your dad support it. You, I’ll be your broker, and I’ll go home and inherit hundreds of billions of fortunes without spreading across Asia."
"..."
"Okay, one face is more stinky than the other, forget it if you don't want to. Oh, Xiao Huai, do you like black or white?"
"Anything."
"He likes white."
"Huh...but I think Xiaohuai has a fair complexion and looks better in black. Just like a black evening dress like the European court style, he will definitely look as good as a vampire prince."
"..."
Since you are determined, why bother to ask.
Ms. Tang was immersed in the picture of her own brain supplement: "It's so handsome! Then Xiao Huai should wear black, Xiao Yi you wear white, cute."
"Mom! I'm not cute! I want black!"
"Why are you not cute anymore? You are cute. Xiao Huai, do you think we are cute?"
Ms. Tang asked very seriously.
Bai Huai pressed a smile: "Cute, very cute."
Jian Songyi's ears were red, and she closed her mouth and said nothing.
Ms. Tang is still chattering: "Is the piano in your school okay? No, I shouldn’t ask, it’s definitely not. You wait, I’ll get you a crystal piano, as well as lighting and beauty, but also professional... …"
Jian Songyi couldn't take it anymore, and interrupted her: "Mom, it's just an art festival, as for?"
"Why not! You don't know. When I was a kid, I liked watching you two play the piano together. Two little dolls, sitting there together, wearing small suits, with a little round face, don't mention how cute you are. At that time, even the little star couldn't play well. Sitting on the piano bench, my short legs couldn't step on the ground. In a blink of an eye, you both grew so big."
Ms. Tang put the tape in, looked at them, and smiled softly and comfortedly, "If Xiaohuai's father were here, I would be very happy to see you look so good now and play the piano together again."
Bai Huai looked down.
Ms. Tang quickly comforted: "Xiaohuai, don't worry, Aunt Tang will treat you as a son as long as you want. Don't be sad. But speaking of this, have you seen your father recently?"
"No, I went there once in September."
Ms. Tang frowned her delicate eyebrows: "Hey, it's strange, who gave it to you?"
"what happened?"
"Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just that it’s been blowing and raining recently. I just wanted to see if the fallen leaves on the cemetery were cleaned. When I went there, I found it was very clean. There was also a bunch of Eustoma grandiflorum. I know who put it, and where can I get such good-looking eustoma this season."
"Probably some old friend of my father."
Bai Huai's tone was light, as if he didn't want to mention it again.
Ms. Tang quickly stopped the topic, coaxed the two children to drink a bowl of Shiquan Datang soup, and drove them to sleep.
In the following days, while urging Jian Songyi to practice piano, while urging the brand to customize dresses, he tried to get a crystal piano with his contacts and reinstalled two chasing lights in the concert hall by the way.
Busier than Jian Songyi, a senior high school student preparing for the art festival while preparing for physics competition training.
And I have to admit that Ms. Tang, as a typical capitalist noblewoman, is extremely accomplished in spending money.
When Yang Yue looked at the two sets of six-figure little dresses and a team of bodyguards escorting the seven-figure piano into the concert hall, he remembered his arrogant budget of 100 yuan, and chose Shut up.
He finally understood, Jian Songyi, the young master, really didn't blame him for his temper. If he had such a mother, he would be able to jump to the sky on the spot.
It's really rare that Jian Songyi can develop such a good learning experience.
However, it was still too high-profile, which caused dissatisfaction among some people.
Hot posts of the day-Can money make art?
Main building: Is it too high-profile for a senior high school senior? Playing the piano is even bigger than our epic musical battle in the first grade? Those who didn't know thought that Lang Lang and Li Yundi were playing together.
2l: Hey, a well-known young master from a certain school doesn't go to morning self-study every day, go to school, and pick up and drop off in a luxury car. If you don't want to wear school uniforms, you don't want to wear school uniforms, and you dare to work with the grade director.
3l: Put your mother's stinky fart upstairs. Brother Song doesn't need to study in the morning, because he can take the first grade exam with his eyes closed. It's your shit?
4l: There is one thing to say, the eldest master is the eldest master, and money can't control it. The problem is to make a good art festival and make it a mess.
5l: Why is it all over? Spend your own money, it’s up to you, some people don’t be too sour.
6l: Have you seen Jian Songyi play the piano for so many years in middle and high schools? Will he? Obviously, the technique is not enough, and the choreography comes together. Isn't it smoggy?
7l: Waiting for the seven-figure joke, I can't understand the fact that it's been a long time since the third grader is really a king. It's time to roll over.
8l: It is reasonable to suspect that the person who likes the sour chicken upstairs likes us Songge. You have the ability to leave names. If our Song brother does not overturn the car, I will send you a bunch of sky monkeys and go to the sky on the spot, otherwise we will close the wheat!
9l: You are really sour. To be honest, as long as it is Song Ge and Bo Ye, I love watching them both sitting there playing cotton.
10l: Love to watch plus one.
11l: You are all off-topic. I answer the main building question. Yes, of course. His mother can still buy the first prize of the art festival. Believe it or not?
12l: First buy the life of the whole family upstairs.
Owner: Haha, the nouveau riche temperament is too prominent, but the money does not make art.
...
Jian Songyi sat in the locker room in the backstage, slowly flipping through the posts, and the logistics mother Yang Yue stood behind him in fear.
"Then what, Brother Song, they are all jealous!"
Jian Songyi said lightly: "I know, but it's normal to be jealous of me. I don't blame them."
Yang Yue: "..."
Who gave him the courage, worried that Jian Songyi would collapse.
Jian Songyi glanced at Bai Huai, who was still doing chemistry papers next to him, and slowly said, "They said that my mom and I are upstarts, and they said I can't play the piano, and they said that money can't make art."
Wronged to death.
Bai Huai put away the paper, closed the pen cover, and said casually: "It doesn't matter, they will know anyway, money can indeed make art."
"Hmm." Jian Songyi nodded, "You can be handsome."
"Ok."
Yang Yue: "..."
Is the narcissism of these two people born with it?
However, the facts told him that he was originally in love and had capital.