“…… The piano will be used as a substitute for the language, and the conversation will be heartfelt. When I saw Xu Xi one day, I was hesitant......" I saw Song Yun caressing the strings with both hands, and slowly spit out word by word from his lips, as if he was singing to others, more like singing to himself.

Song Zi, who was in a trance on the stairs, suddenly came back to his senses, this singing, this piano sound was so familiar, and he hurriedly rushed to the table on the second floor, and sure enough, downstairs was his veiled "sister" Song Yun.

Song Zi couldn't help but raise his head, seeing that Qin Shihao, who was on the fourth floor, didn't know when he stood up, and his eyes never left the woman downstairs for a moment, Song Zi couldn't help but clench his fist hard, only to feel that he could hear the sound of his fingertip joints rubbing.

After the song, just as everyone was still immersed in this melody, Song Yun had already stood up and was just about to walk towards the door, when suddenly a sound of unhurried and unhurried applause came out from the top of everyone's heads.

Everyone was stunned, and when they looked up, this mysterious guest on the fourth floor who did not turn the scriptures actually stood up and applauded the strange woman who played a tune tightly below?

"Okay, what a phoenix! Sure enough, every word is moving, and every sentence is emotional. Qin Shihao said, then slowly put away the folding fan in his hand, pinned it to his waist, and walked down from the fourth floor himself, everyone was stunned.

And Song Yun, who saw all this downstairs, couldn't help but sneer softly, this scene, this action, even the words are word-for-word, but the difference is that in order to let Qin Shihao see him, he took the initiative to ask Ying and others to make a war letter.

Unexpectedly, in this life, it was because of an accident, thinking about it, Qin Shihao had already walked in front of Song Yun with a smile.

It is this face, this face that once made him unable to eat and sleep at night, and he dreamed of it day and night, and he is now alive in front of him.

In his previous life, he didn't come to see him before he died, and since marrying him, he hasn't said a word of tenderness to himself, but now he is close at hand.

Thinking of this, Song Yun's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and when he saw him, his eyes immediately turned red.

Seeing the tears in the corners of Song Yun's eyes, Qin Shihao was slightly stunned and said, "But this ...... Did I scare you? His eyes were full of tenderness.

As he spoke, Qin Shihao leaned down and stretched out his right hand, wanting to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes for Song Yun, but Song Yun grabbed his sleeve.

"Qin ...... Qin Gongzi, men and women do not kiss, and I hope that the son is self-respecting. Song Yun was just about to call out Qin Shihao's name, but then he found out that his expression was wrong, and immediately changed his painting style.

Qin Gongzi, Qin Shihao muttered silently in his heart, and couldn't help frowning, he was out of the palace in micro-clothes, how could he be called by this little woman with the right surname now?

Fortunately, Song Yun's voice was extremely low, and there were many noisy people around, and no one heard what Song Yun said, but Qin Shihao heard it clearly.

"Do you recognize me?" Qin Shihao's body leaned towards Song Yun's side, and Song Yun's body retreated suddenly, his eyes turned and stared at the golden silk dragon on Qin Shihao's chest.

"I'm afraid that in this world, except for the current saint, only the prince can wear this black-clothed golden silk dragon, isn't it?" When Song Yun said this, Qin Shihao lowered his head sharply and looked at his body.

really let this girl say right, when she first came, she was careless, and she forgot about the dragon on this clothes, Qin Shihao hurriedly gave the guard behind him a look, and the guard picked up a cloak and draped it directly on Qin Shihao's body, blocking most of the dragon on his chest.

Song Yun couldn't help but applaud his intelligence, he was simply a little clever ghost, it seemed that Qin Shihao had completely believed his words.

"Dare to ask the girl's name, how old is it?" Wearing so much in this big summer, it can't help but look a little abrupt, Qin Shihao looked at the woman in white with a veil in front of him, and couldn't help but be a little curious, what kind of face is under this veil?

But just by looking at these eyes, you know that this woman must not be a woman from an ordinary family, plus she dresses well, talks properly, and lives on the second floor, I am afraid that she is a young lady from a rich family.

"The little woman Song Yun, who is twenty-eight years old, is the daughter of Lord Song Renju of the Tingwei Mansion." Song Yun replied truthfully.

"Song Yun ......" Qin Shihao whispered Song Yun's name in his mouth twice, and when he heard Qin Shihao calling his name softly, Song Yun only felt that his heart hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle.

If you stay here any longer, I'm afraid you won't be suffocated, thinking about it, Song Yun hurriedly said: "The little girl still has something to do at home, say goodbye first......"

"Hey......" Qin Shihao picked up the folding fan in his hand and pointed it lightly, but he couldn't stop Song Yun, who was in a hurry, just smiled and shook his head silently, this woman is really like a mystery.

"Childe, there are a lot of people here, please take a seat." Seeing this, the shopkeeper on the side hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to invite Qin Shihao to return to the position on the fourth floor, Qin Shihao looked back at the door that had long been gone, and walked towards the fourth floor without looking back.

Song Zi, who was in the corner of the second floor, saw all this in her eyes, and suddenly became angry, and her jealousy ignited again, and suddenly she caught a glimpse of Qin Shihao walking upstairs from the first floor, and hurriedly rushed forward.

I wanted to bump into Qin Shihao by myself, pretending to have a broken foot, and then I came to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, everything fell into place, thinking about it, I rushed forward.

It's just that she guessed the beginning but didn't get the middle and the ending right. I saw Song Zi rushing forward, but he didn't think that Qin Shihao was surrounded by guards, not to mention close, and even Qin Shihao might not be able to see that he was trampled to death by someone outside the two of them.

But letting himself see such a good opportunity and missing it was even more uncomfortable than killing himself, thinking about it, Song Zi shouted loudly: "Qin Shihao! ”

As soon as these three words were shouted, the originally noisy Hongbin Building was silent for a moment, and everyone looked in the direction of Qin Jingnan and Song Zi, Qin Jingnan glanced in the direction of Song Zi, and frowned violently.

What I hate the most in my life is that women wear green clothes, especially Luo skirts, and I was originally visiting in micro-clothes, but she exposed her identity, and a feeling of disgust arose.

"Teach her well, don't say what she shouldn't say outside." Qin Shihao looked at Song Zi not far away, and the mood that he originally wanted to return to the fourth floor was completely gone, so he directly shook his sleeves vigorously, turned around angrily, and walked towards the outside of Hongbin Building.

Originally, seeing Qin Shihao looking back at himself, Song Zi was still secretly happy, but found that the other party would turn his head and leave, and the whole person was cold in place, and at this moment, there were four guards walking towards him.

Liu Er next to her hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, but was pushed away, and Song Zi was taken away in full view, who made her call out Qin Shihao's name, everyone knew that it was Qin Shihao, and no one dared to help her.

Let such a weak woman be dragged to the backyard by four guards and slapped alive more than 20 times, no one is willing to provoke Qin Shihao, the great demon king of the world, for a stranger.