Chapter 62: Mu Zhiwan
Wu Lianzhi looked at Tai Man sitting on the edge of the bed, and his eyes were indeed a little surprised.
He has seen many good-looking people, but the beautiful woman in red in front of him gives him a different feeling.
The voice is too soft, but the temperament is not as tender as expected.
Taiman sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Wu Lianzhi, holding the sheets tightly with both hands, and he could see that he was very nervous and anxious.
In this fireworks and willow alley, what is the gold lord here, he is a little man, how can he not know these things.
Wu Lianzhi put one hand on the table, supported his head with one arm, and looked at him quietly.
There was a stalemate for a long time.
Taiman seems to have compromised himself.
He saw that Wu Lianzhi didn't make any further movements, just looked at him so silently, and didn't mean to force him, so he compromised.
Entering this land of fireworks, there is still a clean reason, if it weren't for the mother of this circulation building, thinking about making him exchange some practical benefits for the first time.
Can he still be the same as he is now?
It's long overdue.
He loosened the crumpled sheets he had pinched, took off his shoes, and laid them on the bed, turning his back to Wu Lianzhi.
Gently untied the clothesline, the blood-like gauze robe slowly slipped off, leaving a silky satin undershirt, he took the green silk like a waterfall to his shoulders, untied the last line of defense, the red satin just slipped halfway, leaking out the delicate and smooth skin......
"Do you know how to play music?" Before he could make the next move, he only heard Wu Lianzhi ask something that didn't suit this situation.
Taiman's undressing hand suddenly stiffened, and he half-turned to look at the man sitting at the table who had not moved a bit, and there was a trace of surprise in his eyes.
Wu Lianzhi got up, walked to the bedside, looked at him condescendingly, and waited patiently for him to answer.
Taiman, who came back to his senses, looked up at Wu Lianzhi lightly, and said "... Yes. ”
Wu Lianzhi suddenly bent down slightly, and Taiman reflexively shrank back slightly.
Seeing that Wu Lianzhi just reached out and picked up the coat of the beautiful woman in front of him, he gently draped it over his shoulders without any excessive movements.
"Then you can play me a song."
He hooked his lips and smiled, and this shallow smile was imprinted into a person's heart from then on.
Taiman, who had reorganized, stepped into Wu Lianzhi's private room again, holding a pipa in his hand.
Wu Lianzhi had already leaned back on the couch chair and waited.
Taiman moved a round stool and sat not far from Wu Lianzhi.
The green onion finger holds the pipa, and the strings of the pipa are as tender as water, and this pipa music is not lamenting, not resentful...
The sound is in the ears, and the strings are heart-warming.
After the song ended, Wu Lianzhi opened his eyes, then got up and prepared to leave.
Suddenly thinking of something, when he opened the door, he turned his head and said to Taiman: "You said that you have no name, so... If you are willing to accept it, from now on, call it childish, childish, hate late. ”
With that, he opened the door and left the private room.
Taiman sat on the round stool, holding the pipa in his arms, stunned.
Then he muttered to himself, "Childish... Childish..."
When he came back to his senses, there was no longer Wu Lianzhi at the door.
He panicked, got up quickly, and ran out, and the pipa fell heavily to the ground, breaking the horns and breaking the strings, but he didn't even look at it, he just wanted to chase the aftermath...
Zhiwan ran all the way down the corridor from the second floor, and the red robe fluttered throughout the corridor with the wind, but there was no longer that figure.
Why... Why did you leave so quickly...
I don't even have a chance to say thank you...