After the princess dressed as a school scum, she became a heartthrob

Chapter 69

hotel.

Si Huayuan looked at his daughter who was more beautifully dressed than usual in the room, with love and pride on his face.

"By the way, what about Xiaoyan, why didn't you see her?" Si Huayuan asked.

"The child has something to do today, so it's not certain whether he can come over. Xiaoxi's birthday party, Xiaoyan's absence won't affect much." Si NaiNai said, who was sitting on the side.

Si Huayuan didn't seem surprised by this answer.

He nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

On the contrary, Si Jinxi said with a gentle, considerate and magnanimous older sister: "Why don't I call my sister again, anyway, it's our family's banquet, and my sister won't be there, so I'll make her feel uncomfortable when the time comes." Oh no."

"No, if Xiaoyan has something to do, let her take care of her own affairs. I'll just hold a banquet for her next time on her birthday. Besides, Xiaoyan is not a child who cares about these things." Si Huayuan waved his hand.

Si Huayuan didn't mean anything else when he said this, because Si Jinyan was like this before, and he almost rarely attended the Si family's banquet, so he naturally thought it would be the same this time.

But Si Jinxi heard it in his ears, as if Si Huayuan was saying that her birthday party was not important, so Si Jinyan came whenever he wanted, and she and her father had been struggling for a long time to get the party, and now Si Jinyan didn't even care about it. Without saying a word, you can easily get the opportunity to hold a birthday party.

If it wasn't because today was her birthday party, she would not have given up on it.

But he didn't put down his phone.

It's just that after the call was made, no one answered it, three times in a row.

"Since Xiaoyan is busy, don't disturb her. Xiaoxi, you are the protagonist today, as long as you are happy." Grandma Si said lovingly, holding Si Jinxi's hand.

"Well, I see, Grandma."

On the other side, Ye Zhiqiu was carrying Si Jinyan to Siyu Hotel.

At this time, the sky was getting darker, and the sun in the west fell on the high and low buildings, so that half of the city of Fucheng was dyed with a soft halo.

Si Jinyan propped his chin with one hand, his eyes fell outside the window, his expression was loose and lazy, and his body was as cold and distant as the clouds and mist of distant mountains.

Ye Zhiqiu in the driver's seat supported the steering wheel with one hand, tapped on the screen in the car with the other, and looked sideways at Si Jinyan.

Her sitting posture is really not proper, with one hand propping her chin, the other on her lap, her slender fingers are as smooth and white as jade, her nails are clean and round, these hands are really beautiful.

Even if he took care of his hand, he couldn't help being amazed.

But apart from these hands, that face also makes people's heart throbbing.

He himself didn't know why, although he was only a 17-year-old girl, but he felt that the girl in front of him was not even as mature as a 30-year-old woman.

The temperament of the whole body is loose and expensive.

When playing the piano, he seemed to be a different person again. He seemed heartless and didn't care about anything, but there was a touch of sadness in the sound of the piano.

It's obviously very light, but it makes the listener feel a dull pain as if his heart is being entangled.

"Want to listen to the song?" Ye Zhiqiu asked.

"up to you."

Si Jinyan is not interested in the so-called popular music here, and he never listens to music on his mobile phone.

[It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, like this, they are all endowed with broken wells and ruins]
"I don't know what you like to listen to, so I played what I usually listen to in the car. If you don't like opera, I can change it to pop music." Ye Zhiqiu's tone of voice is so gentle that it's hard not to feel good about him .

"No, the song is good, and the voice of the boudoir is not bad." Si Jinyan glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, and smiled lightly.

The look of alienation and laziness dissipated a little.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that she liked this song.

I feel a little happy in my heart.

The whole journey was spent in "Zao Luo Robe", "Hillside Sheep", "Lazy Thrush" and "Tetering", and neither of them spoke again.

This boudoir's voice is really tight, crisp and clear, the transitions are smooth and natural, and the true and false voices can be switched freely without any discomfort.

Moreover, the loneliness and emptiness of the garden, the joy and joy of the dream, and the sadness and sorrow of the dream are all interpreted so well that people can't help but experience various emotions with the singer.

Si Jinyan sang along softly when he sang "a string of poplar strings hanging down, a drop of money from elm pods".

If she was in Chaofeng Kingdom, as a princess, she would definitely not be able to babble and sing like an actor on the stage, but when she heard the "by the lake, mountain and stone, by the Peony Pavilion", she remembered that when she was young, she accompanied the empress, The father went to Luoyang City to hold sacrifices.

It's April, and the garden is full of layers and layers of complex and bright red peonies.

She was playful, and while the mother emperor was resting at noon, she pulled her father to burn incense and cook tea in the pavilion surrounded by peonies, and recite poems and fu.

Although she was young at that time, her father's poetry was not as good as hers.

After losing, she asked her father to play Flying Daggers.

Obviously it should be played with the pipa, but she insisted on asking her father to play it with the guqin.

My father may not be able to compare with her in poetry, but his qin makes the most famous musician in Chaofeng country, Layman Huaishan, feel ashamed.

Originally, the Guqin, which was as gentle and elegant as a jade stone, still played the golden and iron horse played by the pipa under the hands of the father, and the killing spirit of breaking through mountains and rivers.

At the end of the last sentence "the thread is so stupid that money is hanging around", Si Jinyan woke up from the memory, and regained the indifference and indifference that was not easy to detect before.

"Jinyan, are you a fancier? I think you can sing very well. Have you learned it?"

He was really amazed by the few words she spoke just now, which made him, who was not originally curious, ask a few more questions.

"No." Si Jinyan replied in a somewhat dispirited manner.

Seemingly aware that she seemed to be in a bad mood, Ye Zhiqiu didn't ask any more questions.

The urban area of ​​Fucheng is not big, and the house where Mr. Qin lives is not far from the hotel, and he will be there in ten minutes.

A five-star international hotel has a dedicated parking boy.

Bypass the fountain in front of the hotel and stop at the glass door.

"Thank you."

Seeing her leave, Ye Zhiqiu didn't drive away immediately, but sat in the car for a while before starting the car.

The opera in the car was still playing, but somehow it was no longer as pleasant as it was when Si Jinyan was there.

He glanced at the hotel behind the car through the rearview mirror of the car, and when he looked away, he suddenly caught sight of the piano box wrapped in brocade on the back seat.

Busily stopped the car, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he could hear a hint of joy from the "Lazy Thrush" in the car.

He drove the car into the entrance of the hotel again, handed the key to the parking boy, picked up the guqin carefully, and walked to the banquet hall of the Si family.

As soon as Si Jinyan pushed open the door at this time, he saw a light blue tube top dress that dragged the floor, revealing straight and beautiful shoulders and a sexy collarbone. Si Jinxi
Compared with Si Jinxi's grandeur, her white casual clothes are simply shabby.

(End of this chapter)