Maybe she didn't know that it was poison.

However, even though he knew what he said, looking at her expectant eyes, he still pursed his lips and drank it.

Damn, she just handed over a spoonful of porridge, why can't he help but drink it?

Mo Nanjue suddenly had an inexplicable premonition that this woman might be a catastrophe in his life.

"How is it, is it delicious?" Tong Ran still maintained the posture of holding the spoon, looked at his expression nervously, saw that his eyebrows were relaxed, and hurriedly said: "I'll just say it's good, you still don't want to drink." ”

"Do it yourself," the man picked up the newspaper again, not glancing at her again, "I'm troublesome." ”

Do it?

What hands?

He probably thought it was too tasty, so let her cook another pot?!

"Hey, you make it clear, what do you mean?"

Just say it's delicious, he's still embarrassed to get up?!

Just as Tong Ran was looking narcissistic and proud of his cooking skills, Mo Nanjue's cold voice came from behind the newspaper again, "The knife is on the closet." ”

What the?

Knife in ...... On the closet?

What do you mean?

……

"I promise, if you don't drink it, you'll hack me to death with a knife!"

"Don't think I can't cut. ”

……

The conversation rang in my ears again.

Tong Ran realized that this man wanted her to do it herself, and it turned out that she was asked to hack herself to death with a knife?!

Depend on!

Is it that bad?!

Tong Ran picked up the spoon again and scooped several mouthfuls into his mouth, smacking it carefully, what kind of taste is he, is it so delicious?

She was about to speak, but Monanjue had already closed the newspaper, threw it on the table with a clatter, pushed away the chair and walked upstairs.

…… This man is still so uncertain.

She still doesn't care about his uncle in the future, it's just thankless.

Tong Ran ignored him, and drank two large bowls of preserved egg and lean porridge, only then did she feel that the spirit exhausted by the torture last night had recovered a little, and after she cleaned up the bowls and spoons, she began to practice.

It's already 4:40 p.m.

So many things have happened these days, she hasn't touched the piano for a long time, and Lu Yuwei has gone to Paris during this time, so she didn't come to give her a lesson.

Therefore, she herself has to pay more attention.

The Driso tournament was about to start, and she couldn't afford to let up at this time.

As soon as his hands touched the keys, at the hotel pool that day, Luo Xiao Qingjun's eyebrows resurfaced in front of him.

He said, Xiao Ran, how are you?

He said, Xiao Ran, many things are not up to you and me to decide, do you understand?

He said, Xiao Dye ...... Take care of yourself.

Every word he said, she remembered it deeply.

Therefore, she has to work harder, work harder, and become stronger.

In this way, she can have the courage to stand in front of him and be able to greet him with dignity.

Even if it is to wish him and his fiancée happiness...... She can't sneak around either.

At least this kind of open meeting is something she can decide.

Thinking about it, Tong Ran shook his head, distracted thoughts, opened the score, and began to practice the piano seriously.

……

……

Minutes and seconds passed.

After playing the most important etude, Tong Ran stretched his waist and looked up, only to find that it was completely dark.

The wall clock showed that it was almost nine o'clock.

She actually practiced for four hours?!

It's been a long time since I've practiced the piano so comfortably, and I still remember that she and Han Qingqing used to practice the piano together, and the two of them often soaked in the piano room all day, until they were hungry at night, so they came out to eat.