In the Jiang VIP box, An Yunqi sat in front of the piano with a nervous expression.

Before she came, she deliberately practiced the tunes she was going to play for several days, so there should be no problem with smoothness, but she doesn't like to play the piano, and she hasn't loved it since she was a child.

If it weren't for An Xiaoxiao's liking, she wouldn't have gone to learn piano to death.

What's the point? Rather than sit in front of the black and white piano keys, she would rather go for afternoon tea.

"Squeak ......"

The door of the box was vigorously pushed open, and An Yunqi looked up and saw a group of people coming in at the door.

The man in the middle is in a wheelchair, dressed in a neatly ironed black suit with a light blue sweater, his facial features are tough and handsome, his strokes are like axes and knives, and his eyes are sharp and fierce, making people dare not look directly.

With such an aura, Jiang Muye is right!

An Yunqi subconsciously lowered her head, her fingers covered the keys, and a beautiful and smooth melody poured out.

Jiang Muye squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment, the girl was dressed in a white dress, with long hair and a shawl, and her facial features were delicate and small, as if she was a little familiar.

That familiar feeling came back to his heart again, and the sleeping memory revived slightly, and Jiang Muye vaguely saw the little girl in the white dress again......

During the dinner, An Yunqi's piano did not stop, Jiang Muye took a few more looks, and Vice President Liu, who had a clear and exquisite heart, seemed to have seen through the heavens.

Before leaving, Vice President Liu beckoned to An Yunqi and motioned her to the main table.

Originally, I wanted to create an encounter when the field ended, which saved brain cells.

An Yunqi suppressed the joy that almost jumped on her brows, and stepped on her high heels to hire Tingting over with a shy.

Vice President Liu poured her a glass of red wine: "Thank you, little girl." ”

An Yunqi pursed her lips and smiled: "It's not hard, I've been playing the piano since I was a child, and I like it very much." ”

"Playing since childhood." Jiang Muye twisted his fingers and looked up at her: "What song do you like the most?" ”

An Yunqi turned his head to look at him at this time, but the expression on his face changed rapidly, and finally turned surprised: "Brother Muye? Is that you? ”

Jiang Muye raised his eyebrows: "You know me?" ”

An Yunqi lowered her head and looked shy: "You lived in my house when you were a child, you probably forgot." ”

Jiang Muye's heartbeat was suddenly wrong: "What's your name?" ”

"An Yunqi." After saying the three words, An Yunqi raised her head again, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of joy and coquettishness: "When you were a child, you used to call me An An." ”

"An An ......"

Jiang Muye's eyes lit up for a moment, and the fragments in his mind reunited: "An An, do you like to eat sugar?" An An, I'll play the waltz with you......"

She didn't seem to be wrong.

Vice President Liu saw that the two were talking happily, and led everyone to leave first.

Jiang Muye asked casually: "How old were you at that time?" ”

An Yunqi didn't think about it and answered directly: "Five years old." ”

"I remember it very clearly." Jiang Muye tapped his fingers on his knee: "So I was eleven years old at the time......

"Yes." An Yunqi pursed her lips and smiled: "I remember it deeply, and I haven't forgotten it." ”

Jiang Muye hooked his lips rarely, his cold and cold aura melted a little, An Yunqi only felt that the man in front of her was handsome, and at the same time, she also began to admire her courage.

Fortunately, a fight, otherwise where would there be a chance to get close to such a figure.

At this time, An Yunqi glanced at her watch and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, it's past nine o'clock, I have to get home before half past ten......"

Her tone was anxious: "Brother Makino, I won't tell you, I have to leave quickly, otherwise my mother will be angry." ”

She was a little hurried, and she looked like a good girl in a hurry: "It seems to be too late, my God, what should I do......"

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