Chapter 32: What Love Doesn't Happen

The light green post-it note was held in her hand, and Mo Liangwei's deep eyes were as clear and bright as starry eyes, and she saw two or three short sentences written on the note.

(Stomach pain is attached to the stomach, remember to drink ginger tea to warm the stomach)

Immediately, Mo Liangwei's attention focused on the words of the person who made the payment, looking at the three big words 'Gu Hancheng' neatly written at the end of the post-it note, Mo Liangwei's pink thin lips couldn't help but rise, and she didn't expect Gu Hancheng, an iceberg man, to have such a considerate behavior.

There was a strong labor pain in the lower abdomen from time to time, Mo Liangwei hurriedly opened one of the warm bags and stuck it on her stomach, and after brewing the brown sugar ginger tea bought by Gu Hancheng from the living room, she didn't know why, the ginger tea she drank before was extremely prickly, but at this time, the ginger tea in her mouth was just right in terms of sweetness and astringency.

Lying on the bed, Mo Liangwei's fair-skinned right-angled shoulders are as charming as a hill and the charming collarbone is clearly visible, she picked up her mobile phone in one hand to check the most popular fashion magazines at the moment, under the black over-the-knee suspender dress, a pair of slender legs with clear curves.

Mo Liangwei stroked her uncomfortable lower abdomen, the warm breath slowly increased on her stomach, and the pain at the moment was not so strong, she sat up and glanced at the ginger tea placed on the bedside table and then picked it up.

took a sip, and the refreshing warm liquid flowed down her throat without a trace of neck lines into her abdomen, Mo Liangwei couldn't help but look at the water glass in her hand with her eyes fixedly, but her mind began to involuntarily think of the scene just now.

Gu Hancheng's sentence 'Let's get along' caught her by surprise, the man's resolute expression was something she had never seen before, remembering that she was in close contact with Gu Hancheng's thin lips under the street lamp, Mo Liangwei had an indescribable emotion in her heart, she couldn't help but put her index finger between her lips, and the man's cool lips with a faint mint fragrance seemed to have never dispersed.

In the past few days, she has been reminding herself that Gu Hancheng is too mysterious, and she can't get too close before she figures it out, but when Gu Hancheng really has a cold attitude towards herself, she will suddenly feel inexplicably depressed, and when she sees him and Xue Siyuan getting too close, she will feel even more awkward.

(Mo Liangwei, what are you thinking?) You wouldn't really think Gu Hancheng would like you, would you? He just wanted to try it out on a whim. After putting down the water glass, Mo Liangwei scratched her head a little irritably, lying on the bed tossing and turning, and what always lingered in her mind was the words that Gu Hancheng said to herself......

Next.

At 2:30 p.m., two young handsome men and beauties landed on time on the Brahms plane bound for Germany, and after arriving at the venue of the competition, Qi Chen sat on a soft chair in a black tuxedo in the private waiting room.

"Relax, don't be nervous." Looking at Qi Chen's hand on his knee on the side clenched into a fist slightly, Mo Liangwei sat beside him and helped him loosen it, feeling that Qi Chen's palms had begun to sweat a little.

"It's okay Achen, don't be nervous, I believe you." In his ears was Mo Liangwei's continued soft encouragement, and after hearing this, Qi Chen turned his head and showed a bright smile at Mo Liangwei.

"Uh-huh."

"Would you like to practice the score more?"

Noticing Qi Chen's frowning slightly because of nervousness, Mo Liangwei's inquiring voice came out of his mouth.

In fact, with Qi Chen's talent and piano strength, Mo Liangwei, as before, did not feel that this time the Brahms International Piano Competition would cause difficulties for Qi Chen, all she could do was to accompany Qi Chen every time he was nervous and talk, so as to soothe Qi Chen's emotions.

"Nope." Looking at the indoor Kieninger Kenny's house with a value of £7,725, the floor clock was still ten minutes away from the time of the game, Qi Chen indifferently confided two words.

"I'll go to the bathroom, Vivi." Although Qi Chen was still very sure of this competition, he was still a little worried, and after saying hello to Mo Liangwei, he immediately got up and walked towards the door.

The exquisitely patterned corridor was extremely long and narrow, and Qi Chen came out of the bathroom to see a familiar figure washing his hands at the open sink.

"Xue Siyuan??"

Looking at the delicate woman in front of her in a royal blue knee-length dress, the cold and arrogant aura she exuded was impossible to ignore, Qi Chen was a little dumbfounded, and her tone was full of incredulity.

After glancing at the man on the side, Xue Siyuan was also stunned for a moment, and then calmly continued to take out a tissue to wipe his hands, he knew that Qi Chen was a piano player before, and it was natural that he would participate in this competition.

"Huh? Are you also a participant? Qi Chen naturally put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned his back against the wall and asked curiously.

Xue Siyuan didn't care, and continued to make up for herself, Wu Baitong's curly hair naturally fell on her shoulders, and she glanced at Qi Chen's face with a completely cold look, thinking that Qi Chen didn't chase Mo Liangwei and caused Gu Hancheng and Mo Liangwei to take a step closer, Xue Siyuan felt a little angry in her heart.

"Hey Xue Siyuan, let me ask you, you are also a participant in the competition?"

Seeing that the woman in front of him didn't respond for a long time, and didn't take herself in her eyes at all, Qi Chen's unruly peach blossom eyes became deep.

"You're not a violin, there's only a piano competition today." Although the fine brows under his dark hair were frowned upon, they still could not hide the sultry handsomeness under his fair face.

"Do you want to care? Just mind your own business. Xue Siyuan, who was suddenly pulled by Qi Chen, was full of anger.

"When the time comes, it's not me who loses the game." Her lips, which were as colored as maple leaves, opened unceremoniously coldly, and she was calm and calm in Qi Chen's deep eyes.

"Who says I'm going to lose? You're talking about yourself, I wish you an exit before the game even starts! Looking at Xue Siyuan's figure walking away by herself, Qi Chen's eyebrows were angry, and he rolled his eyes at the woman speechlessly.

The indoor floor clock pointed to 2:55, and there were still three minutes left before the game officially began, and everyone walked towards the main hall one after another.

The huge main hall, rows of red seats are innumerable, the faint yellow and bright lights shine in every corner of the hall, and a long and spacious aisle next to some of the seats divides the seats into several areas, most of the people who come and go are spectators with extraordinary manners, as well as musical instrument contestants dressed in gorgeous costumes, and the whole venue gives people a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Mo Liangwei and Qi Chen sat side by side in a row, watching intently at the contestants who were engrossed in playing piano music on the field.

The beautiful melody slowly rose, and Qi Chen inadvertently glanced back and caught a glimpse of Xue Siyuan sitting not far from his position.

Xue Siyuan looked directly at the wonderful performance in front of her with a cold and arrogant temperament, and in the afterglow, she caught a glimpse of Qi Chen's sharp eyes thrown at her indifferently, and the blue transparent two-sleeved gauze shoulders set off her slender and slender arms.

"The following applause is for Mr. Qi Chen, one of the members of the Westin Orchestra in China, to bring the entry "Jialingjiang Fantasia"."

The voice of the host announcing the curtain came from the stage, and the authentic German pronunciation was loud and serious.

"Come on." Looking at the sound of Qi Chen getting up, Mo Liangwei cheered at him in a very small voice, her fair right hand was slightly clenched into a fist and half raised in the air, and a pair of deep and clear eyes under Mo Ruqingdai's eyebrows were glowing with smart light, and just one glance made people laugh and start to be infatuated.

Qi Chen nodded with relief at Shangmo Liangwei's cold and beautiful face, and then quickly tidied up his clothes and turned around and walked towards the stage.

Under the bright and brilliant light, he was wearing a black slim tuxedo, sitting tall on the black leather piano bench, the light above his head was like a dazzling golden light in the cold winter, reflecting a perfect side face on his charming and handsome face, and a pair of cynical eyes became meticulous, serious and deep at the moment of contact with the keys.

His bony hands touched the black and white keys, playing a beautiful melody with a rhythmic pattern, and a burgundy classic bow on his white neck looked more divine and polished on his white lining.

The onlookers seemed to be impressed by his piano god, and they closed their eyes and listened carefully to the wonderful sound in his hand, the sound of his piano seemed to have a kind of magic, and the whole venue was filled with a romantic fairyland.

After about 20 minutes, the last piano note was clean and neat at the moment when it was close to the end, without a trace of residual rhyme, only for a moment, the audience who were immersed in it were naturally pulled back by reality, but there was still an unfinished fascination on their faces.

The result can be imagined, among the many contestants with exquisite art and superb talents, each of them has a unique piano sound style that is defeated by Qi Chen's final finale, without any drag, and the sound of the piano is abrupt but the rhyme still exists.

On the departure to return to China, Qi Chen looked at Xue Siyuan, who was sitting in the first class like himself, and the proud smile on his face was undisguised.

"How about Xue Siyuan, I don't know who said I would lose just now?"

Turning his head to look directly at the cold and arrogant woman opposite, Qi Chen's sexy and sultry thin lips couldn't help but rise: "Slap your face, right?" ”

"Cut."

Who knew that the woman on the other side didn't care, first let out a contemptuous sigh, and then calmly straightened the black blindfold on her eyes with her hand, and fell asleep as if she was blinding.

"Cut, you are just jealous of me and envy me, and you want to praise me but it's not easy to say it directly, but fortunately, I understand everything smart, master."

Qi Chen indifferently picked up a drink on the table and put it to his mouth, sucked two sips of juice, and then turned his head to look at Mo Liangwei who was sitting next to him, blinking his eyes a few times in confusion, with a smug expression.

"That's what you think, don't you, Vivi? Envy me jealous I want to praise me, right? ”

"You just have to be happy."

Mo Liangwei helplessly turned her head and looked at the closed porthole, the various styles of cloud gradients, while complaining about Qi Chen's nerves in her heart, Gu Hancheng's handsome face involuntarily appeared in her mind, the dazzling light sprinkled directly on her three-dimensional facial features, and a few strands of black and brown hair covered her smooth forehead and the corners of her beautiful eyes, which was so cold and quiet.