Jun Ruyi never imagined that Qin Xin was actually Mr. Yun, and the piano also played at the level of a big guy, and was praised as a national treasure by her father.

That damn woman, it seems that there is still some reason and strength to be able to get close to Mr. Nalan.

Her eyes became a little more solemn, and she looked at Qin Xin a little more.

But it occurred to her that she was standing outside the recital hall for an hour, and her feet were numb, thanks to this woman—she had been kicked out of the recital hall before, and it must have been this damned woman who had done it.

The rage was raging, and it burned again in an instant.

Little slut surnamed Qin, I am inseparable from you.

No matter what kind of national treasure you are, I also want you to be my prisoner.

From a distance, Qin Wenrou also looked at Qin Xin coming over, and her whole body trembled-Qin Xin actually knew how to play the piano, and she could actually ???

She grabbed Mrs. Qin behind her, lowered her voice and asked, "Mom, when did you hire a piano teacher for Qin Xin to learn piano, why don't I know?" ”

Mrs. Qin, who came late, still hasn't figured out the situation: "No, your sister just practiced an oboe when she was a child, and what does this have to do with your sister?" Now it's Xiaoshuanghe, why did he worship such a powerful master? ”

"Haven't you practiced? ......" Qin Wenwen was stunned, feeling more like a knife had been stabbed in her heart, "If you haven't invited a teacher, then you're self-taught?" ”

Is it better to be self-taught than to be a famous teacher?

Is this to be jealous of her rhythm?

She's a damn genius sister, what else wouldn't?

Why is she so unlucky to live in the shadow of this dead sister for the rest of her life?

It's not fair!

Qin Wenrou felt that there was an invisible big hand, tightly choking her throat, suffocating her, making her breathless, making her want to rush up and strangle Qin Xin.

However, she could only think about it.

The crowd separated her from Qin Xin.

She couldn't even touch the corner of Qin Xin's clothes at all.

Almost all of the people present were Qin Xin's fans, even passers-by were fans of the national treasure-level piano boss at the moment, where would she be allowed to attack Qin Xin?

She could only watch Qin Xin leave.

Like a pinch of soil, looking up at the peonies blooming on the branches.

==

Underground garage.

Nalan Yejue had already come down from the special elevator first, warmed up the vehicle, and waited for the Qin Xin sisters and brothers.

"Brother-in-law!"

Xiaoshuang's voice was particularly loud.

The corners of Nalan Yejue's lips hooked slightly when he heard this, opened the car door, and touched his head: "Do you like this kind of concert?" ”

"I like it!"

"Next time, my brother-in-law will arrange it for you." As he spoke, Nalan Yejue turned his head and looked at the cold and indifferent little woman with deep meaning, "However, your sister is better at inviting guests. The brother-in-law is only in charge of the venue. ”

Xiaoshuang's eyes widened in disbelief: "Brother-in-law, isn't today's guest invited by you...... Be...... Sister......? ”

Could it be that my sister invited them, those big people???

Qin Xin coughed and got into the car unnaturally: "I didn't invite, I don't know, don't ask me." ”

The curvature of Nalan Yejue's lips became more and more curvy.

The little lady is really cute.

She is not good at lying, and when she lies, the roots of her ears will blush in the shape of a small crescent.

Make people ......

Really want to take a bite.

His Adam's apple rolled.

"Brother-in-law, why don't you drive? Is there something in my sister's hair that you've been staring at? ”

Being reminded by Xiaoshuang, Nalan Yejue coughed lightly and started the car: "Her hair is ...... Pretty. ”

Qin Xin: "......"

Touching her short wig unnaturally, does she have to thank Rhodiola for the first-class quality of this wig she gets?

Qin Xin lowered his head and fiddled with his phone absentmindedly.

I accidentally clicked on a voice recording......

The man's voice, played from the earpiece of the mobile phone, was powerful and powerful, making Nalan Yejue's hand holding the steering wheel slightly offset-

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