The piano was moved back for a week, and Tang Yi didn't play it once.

Chen Ange picked a time to have dinner and asked her, "Too cheap?" ”

Tang Yi snorted suspiciously, not understanding what he was asking.

The incandescent light on the sofa in the hall was particularly harsh, and the little girl deliberately avoided the light when she looked up. So from Chen Ange's point of view, half of her face was hidden in the shadows, revealing only a small patch of white skin, so delicate and smooth that you could see tiny fluff. Down is the curved and soft jawline, the slender swan neck, and the delicate and slender collarbone.......

It is undeniable that Tang Yu is even more stunning when he grows up. There is also a rare real gentle and graceful temperament.

Boss Chen, who hadn't opened the meat for a long time, pressed his eyebrows.

Tang Yi thought that he had lost his patience because he hadn't heard his words, and moved to his side.

"What did you just ask me?"

There is a special faint fragrance on her clothes, which should be the smell of laundry detergent. Chen Ange didn't have it on his body, it was all the smell of smoke.

"I said....." He didn't smoke, but his voice was hoarse: "You don't play the piano, do you think the piano is cheap?" ”

"Of course not."

Tang Yan quickly denied it, and explained in a panic: "I like it very much. It's just that during the day you sleep, and at night you run a billiard hall. That one is going to be noisy. ”

A few days ago, the workers said that they would find a crane to come and send the piano to the bedroom on the second floor, but it has not been implemented.

Chen Ange pondered that it was time to urge them.

"It's not open today, so you can practice."

He was ready to pull the roller shutter door down. It seems that it is not that she will interfere with the business of the billiard hall, but that the business delays her practice.

The girl grabbed his arm as he got up, and somewhere she had the strength to pull him back onto the couch.

Chen Ange glanced at her with his spare eyes, not angry, and expressionless: "What are you doing?" ”

Tang Yan's eyes were shining, and his skin was white and translucent. Chen Ange was thinking at this moment that she was raising her well.

"Chen Ange."

Her voice was soft, and her tone was cheerful and a little seductive: "Do you like me a little?" ”

For the first time, she didn't cry and ask such a question, and she kept laughing. It's a kind of 'don't lie to me, I know everything'.

In other words, it's a firm tone.

She was saying: Chen Ange, you like me.

Chen Ange's hand on the arm of the sofa fiddled with the metal cover of the lighter, and he leaned on the sofa relaxedly. The peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, against the light, and the indescribable waves were beautiful.

"How did you come to the conclusion?" The sound of metal clashing sounded regularly. Rarely, he didn't want to smoke. I don't want the smell of smoke to stain that faint fragrance.

Tang Yi learned an idiom called "inch by inch".

So she leaned closer, her eyes were like a crescent moon in the sky, and her eyebrows and tails were full of smiles and joy: "I just know." ”

Smack.

The sound of the lighter's lid closing is especially noticeable in this silent environment.

Chen Ange's fingertips rubbed against the cold metal material, and a warm flame burned under his eyes.

"Tang Yu."

He called her, word by word, and the words were clear: "Then do you know what Lao Tzu will do if he likes women?" ”

This was a question, but it didn't give Tang Yi a chance to answer at all. Like a ferocious beast lurking in the jungle, he pounced on it and tore his prey to pieces.

At this moment, Tang Yu was the prey that was favored by the beast.

Chen Ange pressed over, and her sturdy body blocked all the light in front of her.

But she didn't struggle or resist, she was unusually obedient.

This person is Chen Ange.

The slender and soft little hand touched the young man's thick black eyebrows, the girl's smile did not converge, and her eyes were full of tenderness: "Chen Ange, did anyone tell you that you are really good-looking." ”

The thought that was about to move broke through the ground, Chen Ange's hand was propped up on her face, and the smell of tobacco and fragrance instantly mixed.

He smiled inexplicably: "I'm tired of listening." ”

Complimenting him on his good looks, I'm tired of hearing this kind of thing.

He is a man who does not know how to be modest.

"Then listen again." Tang Yi leaned up and kissed the corner of his lips: "Chen Ange, you are really good-looking." ”