Wu's mother paused, and nearly ten hours had passed since she sent a message to Fu Tingxiao, but the message was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there has been no response so far.

Looking at the expectant face that was soft in the dim light, Wu's mother looked slightly moved, and said with a smile while turning on the light in the room: "Look at my memory, I almost forgot to tell you when I was so busy, sir, he replied to me, saying that the little master went to bed early today, and he would be sent back tomorrow." ”

Wen Ruan was still sitting on the sofa, her slender fingertips tapped her cane, and when she was about to speak, she was preempted by Wu's mother.

"You've been waiting here for a day, and it's not too early at this time, I'll take you back upstairs to rest, and tomorrow morning, you will be able to see the little master." ”

Mother Wu was worried that if Wen Rou asked, she would find a flaw in her words, so she simply stepped forward to help her up and prepare to send her back upstairs.

Unexpectedly, Wen Rou grabbed her arm, and said with a sad expression, "Mother Wu, go and help me get the piano sheet on the table in the bedroom." ”

Mother Wu was slightly stunned, and she didn't understand why Wen Ruan suddenly made this request.

"I played that Ballad fo last time for my baby

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He may be tired of listening to it, so I'll practice a new tune for a while and play it for him when he comes back tomorrow. ”

Wen Rou keenly perceived Wu's mother's emotions, and explained lightly.

"Then I'll go get it for you now. When Wu Ma heard this, she immediately took steps upstairs, and after a while, she handed the blind score to Wen Soft's hand.

The silence of the night was suddenly broken by the melodious sound of the piano, the evening breeze stirred the curtains to flutter arbitrarily in the air, and in the room, sitting softly in front of the piano, fingers skillfully moving on the keys.

At this time, Wu's mother was standing aside, looking at Wen Soft's silhouette with a relieved face, and Wen Rou didn't seem to be suspicious of her lies, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

But how could Wen Rou not understand that what Wu Ma said just now was just a word of relief?

But she knew that she was powerless to change anything.

I was depressed, and before I knew it, the original cheerful tune suddenly took a sharp turn----

Beethoven's Pathetic Sonata has a melancholy underneath the calm.

Slender fingers flowed on the keys, and Mother Wu leaned aside, looking at her side face worriedly, and the heart she had just put down was inexplicably lifted again.

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Fu Tingxiao's tall figure stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he said to the person on the other end of the phone: "Let people send the child back tomorrow." ”

Fu Mu's sharp voice came from the earpiece, "Did the blind man tell you something again......?"

"Mr. Fu, have you rested?"

Fu's mother was interrupted by a knock on the door, and then, she vaguely heard Zhou Anqian's voice, and hurriedly said, "It turns out that An Qian is also here, then you can talk first, and I will rest here." ”

The tone was mixed with excitement, and Fu Mu quickly hung up the phone.

"Mr. Fu?"

Outside the door, Zhou Anqian didn't hear a sound from the room for a long time, and tried to knock on the door again.

Finally, the heavy door of the hotel opened from the inside, and Fu Tingxiao's face was slightly cold, "Something?"

Hearing the sense of alienation in Fu Tingxiao's tone, Zhou Anqian didn't care, and directly broke into the room, "If you don't rest so late, are you worried about tomorrow night's negotiation?"

His eyes fell on the papers scattered on the table, Zhou Anqian hooked his red lips and asked with a smile.

Fu Tingxiao came to the table and quietly collected the papers.

Although he was wearing the most concise white shirt, he had a lot of difficult youthful atmosphere against the backdrop of his upright posture and three-dimensional facial features.

Zhou Anqian's eyes seemed to be nailed to Fu Tingxiao's body, and when he sorted out the documents, she leaned over and picked up the coat on the side, and put her slender fingers on Fu Tingxiao's shoulder.

"It's cold at night, you pay careful attention to it, don't catch a cold. ”

After speaking, Zhou Anqian walked around to the sofa again and took out red wine and wine glasses from the wine cabinet on the side.

"Tomorrow's negotiations may be a bit troublesome, but whatever happens, I'll be with you. ”

The wine glass in front of him was already full of red wine, Zhou Anqian picked up one of them, and gently pushed the other glass in front of Fu Tingxiao.

Fu Tingxiao's dark eyes glanced at the glass of red wine indifferently, "Don't you plan to go back to rest?"

Zhou An smiled lightly, took a sip of the red wine in the glass, slowly shook the wine glass, and leaned closer to Fu Tingxiao's direction, "I still remember that when the two of us were partners in the past, you used to stay up late the night before the negotiation table to sort out the plan, and I was by your side, so many years have passed, your habit of staying up late to sort out the plan has not changed, and I, too, have not changed." ”

The light tone was full of ambiguity, Zhou An bent his eyes with a smile, and after seeing Fu Tingxiao's tense side face, he was stunned, and then gently touched the red wine glass he put on the table, "Thunderbolt, we have met again after a long absence, it seems that we have never officially celebrated, it is better to ......"

"Don't talk about the past again. ”

Fu Tingxiao interrupted Zhou Anqian's words in an indifferent tone, and there was a cold feeling between his eyebrows.

Zhou Anqian is a person who knows the times, seeing that Fu Tingxiao's expression did not have any sense of relaxation, she understood that no matter what she did tonight, she would not succeed, so she immediately buried her head and said in a disappointed and slightly apologetic voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu, tonight I will inevitably feel when I recall the past, I am overstepping." ”

Zhou Anqian stood up, "Then you are busy first, rest early, and I'll go back to the room first." ”

Quickly walked out of Fu Tingxiao's room, and the moment the door closed, Zhou Anqian gently leaned on the door panel and sighed.

Turning around and looking in the direction behind him, Zhou Anqian walked to the elevator, and at this time, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated twice--

Everything went according to plan

Looking at the words displayed on the screen, Zhou Anqian skillfully deleted the text message and stepped into the elevator.

Fu Zhai--

It was not until her wrist was sore that she finally stopped and returned to the room to rest with the support of Wu's mother.

This night, Wen Soft slept unsteadily, had frequent nightmares, and woke up with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Disturbed by the nightmare, Wen Soft woke up early, and after freshening up, he came to the piano room.

When you put your fingers on the keys, you feel a rare peace of mind.

It seems that only by immersing yourself in the pure world of music can you forget your worries for a while.

The maid of the house was attracted by the sound of the harp, and stood at the door and whispered--

"My wife plays the piano so well!"

"What's the use of playing the piano well, I'm not blind, besides, a talented girl like Miss Wen, will her piano skills be inferior to her?"

"That's right, Miss Wen and Mr. Fu are more compatible. ”

......

Wen Soft immersed in the world of music, she didn't hear these harsh discussions, but these words all entered Wu's mother's ears.