Gong Ji shook her drowsy head, staggered Tang Shaobai's tender eyes, and looked through the car window, but it was a small white bungalow, standing quietly in the misty night.

The evening breeze blows, and the wind chimes in front of the small bungalow tinkle with the wind, crisp as a song.

Gong Ji looked at it in a daze for a long time before she looked back at Tang Shaobai and said with a smile: "Tang Shaobai is a very romantic man. ”

He would build such an exquisite bungalow in such a quiet place, and he would pull someone to accompany him crazy on such a night, such a man must have a certain romantic cell, right?

Tang Shaobai, he took the lead in getting out of the car and helped Gong Ji open the car door: "Let's go, go to my house and have a look." ”

Gong Ji got out of the car and walked side by side with Tang Shaobai.

The breeze lifted her long hair and swept it away. There were some playful hits on Tang Shaobai's neck, he unconsciously lowered his eyes, looking at the woman's black hair, there was a faint fragrance of it, so elegant that there was no trace, if you don't sniff carefully, you won't notice.

He froze in place, watching Gong Ji's slender figure stretch under the dim street lamp, and the old man ......

Gong Ji walked in front, she suddenly felt that there was no one behind her, and when she looked back, she saw Tang Shaobai standing in place, the lights were unknown, she couldn't see his face clearly, and she didn't know what he was thinking.

"Don't you have the keys with you? Gong Ji smiled lightly, she had already had the idea of leaving.

This is Tang Shaobai's private territory, and it is late at night, it is not good for lonely men and widows to be together, she feels that she is wrong like this, more like she is sorry for Los Angeles, even if she and Tang Shaobai do not have a relationship between men and women.

Tang Shaobai didn't make a sound, and opened the door with the key.

The moment the door was pushed open, he jumped into the exquisite and simple living room that Gong Ji saw. The bungalows were full of black and white furnishings, and there was a round white arc staircase in the style of a European court all the way up, and she looked up suspiciously, only to see a beautiful white piano at the end of the arc staircase.

When she was in a trance in the palace, Tang Shaobai pulled her towards the arc ladder, and soon they went to the white piano.

Tang Shaobai sat in front of the piano, his long fingers brushed over the keys, and a beautiful note slipped out.

Gong Jimei looked around and found that there were pure white curtains all around her, so she curiously opened the curtains and looked at the world outside the window. Not far away, there is a huge building that is brightly lit.

The building is oval-shaped, and it is beautiful in the night, and it is actually the West Bird Resort.

"Gong reporter, do you want to play a song?" Tang Shaobai's voice sounded not far behind Gong Xi.

Gong Ji looked back, shook her head and smiled: "I only know fur, I don't dare to be ugly." ”

"Come here, I'll teach you. Tang Shaobai got up as he spoke, and forcibly pulled Gong Ji to sit down.

As soon as his big palm covered the back of her slender white hand, Gong Ji shrank away, lowered her eyes and smiled, "I'll try it myself." ”

Tang Shaobai retracted his hand and stepped aside, wondering if Gong Ji could play the piano.

When a string of beautiful notes like water flowed out from Gong Xi's fingertips, Tang Shaobai's gaze was fixed on Gong Xi's quiet little face, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

He thought that this woman could not play the piano, but it turned out to be the opposite. She doesn't just play, she plays well.

Gong Ji played half of the tune, shrunk her hand and shook her head: "I haven't played it for too long, I'm rusty." "She hadn't touched it in 10 years......