Outside the window, it was drizzling, and the intermittent sound of the piano came from downstairs, Ling Xue sat up and looked around, the chic Mediterranean decoration style, the wonderful combination of sea blue and pure white, like a blue sky with white clouds, made people feel comfortable.

The clothes on the body have been changed, and the dislocation of the right shoulder has been taken care of, and the pain has been reduced a lot, but thankfully there is no major trauma other than the dislocation.

Ling Xue stood up and took down a change of clothes from the bedside table, it was a coffee-colored jumpsuit, exactly what Ling Xue was yard like.

After Ling Xue changed her clothes, she picked up the small bag on her waist and walked to the spiral staircase with the sound of the piano.

Jonn was dressed in a milky white suit all year round, and his fingers played a music with a touch of sadness on the black and white keys.

At this moment, the scene is like a painting.

Ling Xue didn't intend to disturb, she turned around and left without saying thank you, because she knew that what was in front of her at the moment was an illusion, would the lion take a nap? Of course, but it was only temporary.

Thinking about walking to the entrance, but accidentally knocked down a piece of floor-to-ceiling porcelain beside him, Ling Xue reacted quickly to help the porcelain up, and lay down on the ground with a little embarrassment.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Jon looked at Ling Xue with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked in an elegant tone, "Leave without saying thank you?"

Ling Xue got up awkwardly and replied with an awkward expression, "Thank you!"

Jon nodded with satisfaction, and the sound of the piano sounded again, and the perfect playing of the treble was like a drizzle knocking off the keys, and the song "Summer Aroma" was interpreted by Jörn with a unique flavor.

It is said that the sound of the piano is the whisper of the soul, and Yorne's expression is focused on playing, no longer paying attention to Ling Xue.

Ling Xue didn't have the leisure to enjoy the music here, she turned around and picked up the items she had just dropped on the ground and prepared to leave, as long as she stayed with Jon, Ling Xue felt uncomfortable all over.

"Don't you see if your painting is still there?" asked the piano, whose voice was mixed with a beautiful piano sound, and seemed to be a little displeased.

Ling Xue was startled, and hurriedly opened the bag on her waist, and the "Sunrise Impression" was gone.

Damn, I knew that this man never traded at a loss.

Thinking that Ling Xue's eyes glared at Yor, the sound of the piano was interrupted again, Yon turned his face to Ling Xue and nodded affirmatively and said, "Do you want to get the painting back?"

Ling Xue gritted her teeth, this is all fucking nonsense, do you think I want to go back to painting? Think about it with your high IQ, the old lady worked hard to get the painting out, but you led it away.

"If you want, then you'll have to listen to me!" Jonn said with a smile, "I'll give it back to you!"

After saying that, the sound of the piano continued, Ling Xue gritted her teeth speechlessly and looked at Yor, waiting for him to open his mouth, but unexpectedly, Yorn played "Summer Aroma" over and over again, with an extremely focused expression and great enjoyment, as if a performer was performing on the stage, and there was nothing to say.

Ling Xue was tired of standing, and she didn't know what Yorn was planning, so she walked to the sofa and sat down by herself, there was a pot of tea on the coffee table, in a transparent glass container, the tea was very thick blue-black, and the tea leaves had all sunk to the bottom of the cup.

Ling Xue was in a pins and needles now, and Huo Qiang, who was at work, didn't know how many times he dialed Ling Xue's mobile phone, and the prompt sound from the other end of the phone also made him upset.

"Does that sound good?" asked Jon suddenly.

Big brother, should you have a recital? Ling Xue smiled bitterly and said against her will: "It's good!"

"I think too!" said he continued to play.

If she had a gun in her hand now, Ling Xue would really want to end Jon's trouble with one shot.

The music looped again, and Ling Xue couldn't stand it anymore and stood up and shouted, "Enough!"

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Yorn looked at Ling Xue who was disturbing him with displeasure, the corners of his mouth curled up with an imperceptible sneer, and asked in an elegant voice, "Don't you like this gentle feeling very much?"

Ling Xue was silent, her eyes staring straight at Yorn.

"You are bloodthirsty by nature!, why force yourself to fall in love with this calm tenderness?" asked in a graceful voice.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!" Ling Xue turned her face, no longer having the momentum she had just now.

Jon chuckled, stood up and left the piano, and walked gracefully to Ling Xue's side. Yorn was a head taller than Ling Xue, and Ling Xue had to look up at Jon.

"You know!" said Jon, firmly, "you're screaming a name in your coma!"

Ling Xue was stunned when she heard this, and bit her lip to look at Yor.

"I've heard that name, and he's your so-called friend who had to be saved!" Jon's words were firm, and he didn't mean to ask at all.

Ling Xue seemed to smell the smell of the storm, and her fists couldn't help but clench, her shortly trimmed nails already deeply embedded in her palms.

"I don't like him!" said Jon, like a child.

Ling Xue would not look at Jon as a child, his moodiness, his calculations would be what children would have?

Hearing the displeasure in Yoon's words, although he didn't know why Yoon was dissatisfied with Huo Qiang, Ling Xue still stated truthfully: "Young Master! Brother Qiang won't have anything to do with you, so please don't do anything to him!"

Ling Xue's statement obviously didn't make Jonn angry, and Jon snorted lightly with a cold face, "Really?"

Ling Xue nodded, but in exchange for Yorne's expression was even more displeased and cold.

"But he has possessed your heart, and your body and mind should belong to me!"

Yes, Jon became interested in Ling Xue, it was an emotion that his prey would not allow others to infringe, as for whether it was love or not, even Jon didn't understand, but it was certain that when he heard the name of the person called by Ling Xue in a coma, Jon's own heart was disturbed, and the rest of his self had been sitting by the piano and playing.

The rain had been falling incessantly since the night, like Jon's turbulent heart, and no matter how beautiful the music was, it was difficult to calm himself.

Seeing her lying on the ground in embarrassment, holding the vase on the floor in a strange posture, Jon smiled inexplicably in his heart, and the sound of the piano under his hand stopped abruptly.

She apologized to herself with embarrassment, turned around and wanted to get away from herself, knowing that she was a little wild cat who couldn't keep a family, a hateful woman!

"Young Master...... You're kidding!"

The slender fingers gently lifted Ling Xue's jaw and asked, "Do you think I will use such a wonderful morning to make such a boring joke with you?

Ling Xue wanted to nod her head, but Jon's expression was not good, she didn't want any of her actions to cause Jon's dissatisfaction, so that it would affect Huo Qiang.

"Young Master......"

As soon as Ling Xue spoke, she kissed Ling Xue's red lips domineeringly, Ling Xue wanted to resist, as if she was aware of Ling Xue's movements, Yoon kissed Ling Xue's red lips and said in a vague warning: "Don't move!"

The shell teeth were opened, and the tip of the tongue was sent into the mouth, teasing Ling Xue's spirit tongue.

It was this little tongue that said the name that upset it, and it had to punish it, so it commanded: "Tongue sticks out!"

Unwillingly, his soft tongue entered Jon's mouth with hesitation, and the corners of Jon's eyes rose, and he inhaled lightly and bit hard without warning.

Ling Xue let out a 'hmm' pain, and pushed Yoon away violently, his mouth was full of blood, this man was really sick.

The corners of Yorn's mouth rose slightly, swallowing the blood in his mouth, since his expression was very enjoyable, Ling Xue looked at Yorn with a look of disgust, and said unmoved: "I had a doll bear when I was a child, I like it very much! One day, my mother told me that a boy of my age could no longer sleep with a bear cub and that she was going to give it to Lily, the boy next door, and I was very angry. So he beat Lily, and then tore the bear cub to pieces. ”

said lightly, with a self-deprecating self-evaluation: "It seems that I was very evil at that time!"

Ling Xue took a deep breath and looked at Yorn silently, the story he told was definitely not for self-mockery, smart people understand the deep meaning of the story, Ling Xue, as the little bear that was compared, couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.