Chapter 10: The Midnight Ghost of the Scene?

She sighed lightly, she really has no musical talent, she usually sees Qiao Munan's fingers flicking, tactful and melodious, how can she follow it when it comes to her hands......

Crows cross the border the same.

Qiao Munan smiled faintly, "If you want to play the piano, I can teach you later." ”

"Forget it."

Yuan Xixi knew that he couldn't learn, so he felt that it was better to be an elegant audience.

The two chatted in the flower room for a while, and Qiao Munan played a few songs to Yuan Xixi that she had never heard before, and Yuan Xixi's blood boiled when she listened to it.

"Nannan, you are really my goddess, I promise that you will definitely be popular all over the country at the concert next month."

Listening to Yuan Xixi's words, Qiao Munan couldn't help frowning.

Fire all over the country? She was afraid that her life would be difficult to save when the time came.

Yuan Xixi dragged Qiao Munan and chattered for a long time, and it was not until he finished eating with her at noon that he left unsatisfied.

……

In the evening, Xiao Mohan worked overtime in the company as usual.

When I got back to the villa, it was almost nine o'clock.

There was silence in the living room.

Steward Qin told him that Qiao Munan had gone back to his room to rest very early.

Xiao Mohan frowned slightly, usually Qiao Munan would sit in the sofa and watch TV at this time, why was he so obedient today?

Because there was still a meeting to be held abroad in a while, Xiao Mohan didn't care about her, returned to the room, took a simple shower, and went to the study again.

Xiao Mohan has always been a workaholic, and this will be open for nearly two hours.

It wasn't until a thunderclap exploded in the sky that Xiao Mohan ended the meeting and sent Wen Qian back to sleep.

The weather in early summer is always changeable, and the sun is shining during the day, but at the moment it is lightning and thunder.

Xiao Mohan returned to the bedroom and lay quietly on the bed, not knowing what he thought, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

Not long after, there was a rustling sound outside the door, although the sound was very slight, but it still woke up Xiao Mohan.

There was only a "click" sound, and the door was gently opened from the outside.

Qiao Munan wore his hair scattered, wore pure white pajamas, and held a rabbit puppet and floated all the way to the door of Xiao Mohan's bedroom.

Pushing open the door, his hands on the edge of the door, his dark and shining eyes looked at the man lying on the bed in the bedroom.

"Xiao Mohan......" Qiao Munan called softly.

The voice was soft and glutinous, with a hint of shyness, which was in stark contrast to the arrogance and presumptuousness of the day.

Xiao Mohan lifted his eyelids and suddenly felt a seepage in front of him.

In fact, he hadn't fallen asleep in the first place, he knew that Qiao Munan was afraid of thunder, so he waited for her to come to him when she was scared.

But when he saw the white figure lying by the door, although he was mentally prepared, he was still startled, and then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and there seemed to be a little helpless look between his eyebrows.

This girl's dress in the middle of the night is to give him a live version of the Midnight Murder Spirit?

Xiao Mohan pinched his eyebrows, propped himself up, and the quilt slipped off his shoulders, revealing a perfect figure, impeccable.

The usually cold eyes also look blurry and defenseless at the moment.

Qiao Munan touched the rabbit in his arms, cautiously raised his eyes to look at him, and wanted to say something, but it seemed that he couldn't say it.

Xiao Mohan sighed, "What's wrong?" ”

"I can't sleep, I ...... Shall I tell you a story? ”

Storytelling? He didn't want to hear it.

From childhood to adulthood, once you tell a story, it will not be a good thing.

Xiao Mo had a cold face, "Don't make trouble." ”

"Can you sleep after listening to it?"

"......" is the one who can't sleep, why does he listen to the story?