[426 Miss Tang's strange taste]

"Good!" Putting away the gun on her waist, the long-haired beauty made an OK posture, "I'll answer, godson, remember to save time, I made an appointment to eat hot pot at night." ”

"Understood, godmother."

After that, the man's expression was a little impatient - in an Italian city, insisting on going to a Chinese restaurant for a hot pot dinner, what kind of strange taste is this?

In other words, his current godmother, Miss Tang, who is the agent of the mercenary Tang Sect, has never taken the usual path.

"Thirty minutes." Tang Shuang's expression was solemn at this moment, he looked at him and said in a low voice, "Stone, they have human self-detonation bombs and anti-dangerous bombs placed in advance, don't fall in love, if you can't find anyone within fifteen minutes, you will come back, understand?" ”

"Godmother", Nangong replied with a smile, "I have to say, you gave too much time." ”

Too much......

Tang Shuang didn't reply, he looked up and saw that the black shadow as fast as the wind had disappeared from view and sneaked into the woods.

She let out a long sigh, bowed her head, and her black hair poured like a waterfall, covering her fair and beautiful face, and her expression was full of frustration.

During her half-hour standard lunch break, she was in the soup again......

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When Yan Xiaoyu arrived at the building where Brando presided over the organization, he saw that in the huge conference hall, Brando was alone, sitting on the black leather sofa at the front.

He leaned back slightly, embedding his head in soft black leather, he had changed his clothes at this time, pure black cotton fabric, slightly in the style of a Republic of China robe, the shoulder contour was just right, and the dark gray gilt buttons on his chest brought a bit of rigidity to the transparent black of the whole body...... Tall, the hanging corners of the robe made his whole person more round, and he didn't feel that he was in such an era, wearing such clothes, there was anything wrong and weird.

Xiaoyu is a man who can wear any costume with a taste of taste, only amazed and amazing.

She doesn't know that a man has a clean and tidy temperament at any time, and every clothes, everything and even every accessory he wears can complement each other without being obtrusive.

This is a gift, and it is a God-given quality for superior people.

Brando leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was thinking or taking a nap, Xiaoyu walked to the glass door of the conference room, and when he opened the door, he realized that he was closing his eyes and enjoying the music.

I don't know what kind of song this is, but I feel that the tune is treacherous, the key is changeable, the poignant and powerful ensemble, and it is sad everywhere.

Brando closed his eyes and listened so fascinated that he didn't even notice the fish coming in.

Yan Xiaoyu didn't make a sound, carrying the cake box, standing there and waiting quietly.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, when the last cry with a silky lingering complaint landed and floated, Brando finally opened his eyes-

When he saw Xiaoyu, he was not surprised at all, just smiled slightly and asked, "Why don't you sit down and listen?" ”

It turned out that I knew she was coming in early in the morning. Xiaoyu shook his head and explained, "I'm too embarrassed to disturb you, besides, I don't understand." ”

"I don't understand ......" seemed to laugh at Xiao Yu's words, he shook his head, sat up straight and said to her, "How can the greatest artist in the world not understand my music?" ”

His music?

"You made this song?" Xiao Yu was surprised and waved his hand, "I'm not an artist, I only learned a little bit when my sister studied classical music, I don't understand anything......"

As he spoke, he was puzzled again and hesitated: "You, how can you write it...... Such a sad tune......"

Is he also a person who has had a sad and a story?

But wasn't his favorite, Jane, always by his side?

"It's not sad," Brando shook his head, correcting, "it's a sweetness." ”

"Sweet?" Xiao Yu frowned, "There are only two kinds of musical instruments used in the whole piece, one is the most abundant and delicate instrument in the world, the piano; One is the saddest and most graceful instrument in the world, the cello. Your piece uses a lot of minor chords and blues scales, and these are very dark emotional expressions of musical color......"

"Written many years ago," interrupted her, Brando said lightly, "At that time, I thought that a man died. ”

Xiao Yu was stunned, and for some reason thought about the battle between the Tenth Prison and the Black Fear Unknown School many years ago, and his expression was slightly paused.

Perhaps it was at that time that Jane also suffered a life-threatening death, which is why Brando was so worried.

"By the way, cake ......" she didn't continue the topic, put the cake on the table, pushed it forward, and said seriously, "for Jane's gift for you, the birthday cake." ”

Brando didn't answer her, and whispered to himself, "I thought I would never see this person again, so every time I listen to this song, I regard her memories as a kind of sweetness." Now ......"

His eyes were still and fell on her face, "No need. ”

Xiaoyu didn't understand what he said at all, but he knew that he looked at him with a heavy gaze, very cautious, and even said that in his eyes, what she saw was no one else, not Jane, only herself, only her Yan Xiaoyu was right.

Her mind was in a mess, because she couldn't figure out what was going on, so she stood at the table and thought in confusion, and when she felt a hurry, she raised her eyes to say goodbye to him, and suddenly felt a cold attack on her left cheek......

When I turned my head, I saw Brando's handsome face close at hand.

Before he could dodge, his cold and soft lips had already landed on her cheek, carrying away a fragrant kiss that left no lingering fragrance but left traces.

Even though he was only pecked lightly on the cheek, Xiao Yu was still stunned, jumped away in one breath, glared at him and roared, "Brando, what are you doing!" ”

"Thank you." He touched his lips, and there was a half-minute smile on the corner of his mouth, "Thank you little black cat for your hard work in making cakes for me." ”

"I said I was just going to bring you the cake for Jane......"

"Then of course I have to take this thank you for her", Brando took her words and smiled at her.

Xiao Yu was a little angry, looked at him and said, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"I see, I like this gift very much", Brando continued to laugh, so hard that his eyes smiled in the arc of the meniscus, "what to do?" ”

What to do, what can be done? Eat it!

Xiao Yu opened his mouth to answer, and saw that Brando had spontaneously opened the rope to tie the cake and began to insert the candle of the birthday cake by himself.

Glancing at the number of candles, he was the same age as Young Master Tou.

"Sing me a song."

As if it was his first birthday, Brando held his chin with one hand and half propped up, looking at Xiaoyu's eyes, full of interest.