The alarm clock hung on the wall, with the hour and minute hands overlapping, all pointing to the number twelve. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I'm off work,

Outside the office, there was the sound of sporadic footsteps and conversation drifting away.

He Mingchen's brows frowned slightly, then closed the thick file and got up.

Smoothing the wrinkles in his suit, he reached for the black leather briefcase that lay aside.

The slender and athletic legs stepped outward.

At this moment, in the tea restaurant not far from the office, Jing Weiwei sat quietly in front of the piano.

He Mingchen would settle lunch at this tea restaurant at noon every day. Jing Weiwei was waiting for him.

The owner of this shop is also a lover of the piano, so he places the piano opposite the main entrance, and customers will notice this dignified piano as soon as they enter the door. It's a great opportunity.

He Mingchen, the best encounter is a reunion after a long absence.

Are you ready.

She, quietly, lowered her eyes, slowly, raised her hand.

Thin, fair-skinned fingers dance nimbly on the black and white keys like fairy wings, and the soft piano sound fills the entire dining room.

He Mingchen pushed open the glass door of the restaurant, and the wind chimes hanging on the doorknob made a crisp and pleasant sound, as if it was playing piano music for the girl at this moment.

Jing Weiwei felt a strong gaze on her, mixed with many inexplicable emotions.

If she looked up now, she would meet the man's dark eyes, and there was a bottomless whirlpool in them, trying to trap the person deeply.

Jing Weiwei's lowered eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she never looked up.

The corners of her mouth hooked up a good-looking arc, and in her memory, He Mingchen loved to watch her play the piano the most.

The boy and the girl sit side by side, the girl plays the piano quietly, the boy looks at the girl quietly,

Elegant piano music and gentle breathing in the ears, inadvertently, the sweet breath of love swirls around the two lovers,

Turn, turn, turn・・・・・・

"Ding, the male god's favorability +5, the current favorability is 65. ”

The piano music was still echoing, turning into a feather in the sky and gently stirring the ・・・・・・ strings buried deep in a man's heart.