The queen's vest fell off, I picked it up for you

Chapter 89 [89] So bearable?
"It's windy outside, Mu Mu, you can go inside with me first." Duan Yiyao was about to invite people to his palace with a concerned face.

Although the sun was good today, but it was indeed very windy, Yun Mumu shrank his neck and followed him in.

Duan Yiyao walked in front, and Yun Mumu followed behind him.

The hand-warming stove tightly held by Green Onion's jade hand, stepped across the hanging flower door, and walked around the corridor, walking a lot.

Yun Mumu raised his eyes and glanced at the back of Duan Yiyao's head, this dead man, where is he taking himself.

In broad daylight, in his palace, he would not want to...

He didn't dare to think about it, after all, he was still afraid of the military power in his father's hands.

It's nice to have a reliable father.

Let's just say that this guy didn't dare to do anything to her, so he directly brought Yun Mumu into his study.

Then I started to help her repair the piano.

I saw the man paw and pull on the guqin skillfully, and after a while, he helped her change the strings.

"Mumu, come, come and try your piano." Duan Yiyao waved to Yun Mumu.

But what he never imagined was that this might be the thing he regretted most in his life.

But the person I am determined to love, even if I want to kill myself, I have to endure it.

Yun Mumu nodded slightly, her black hair slid slightly and hung on her shoulders, black and oily.

The slender figure came over, lowered his head and looked down at the piano, his eyes were full of excitement.

This Duan Yiyao really has some skills.

When Duan Yiyao looked down at her, he revealed the corner of her pink neck, her skin was delicate and fair, even more so than Xue.I couldn't help but look at her pink and white face twice more.

Yun Mumu's clean and clear eyes were slightly upturned, and he lowered his head to caress the strings.

A certain woman couldn't help itching, and began to pluck the strings.

A harsh music reverberated in the study.

Duan Yiyao was in a daze. What he didn't expect was that the prostitute of the British government had no rhythm at all.

Not only is it unreasonable, but the playing is so unbearable.

Yun Mumu looked up at Duan Yiyao, and asked, "How is it? Is it okay?"

Duan Yiyao was embarrassed, nodded and said, "Mumu played pretty well."

If he would be struck by lightning if he told a lie, Duan Yiyao would probably be the first to be struck to death.

"Really?" Yun Mumu's round eyes looked at the man expectantly.

Those small eyes didn't allow him to say that it didn't sound good at all, Duan Yiyao nodded and said: "Well, Mumu plays very nicely."

"I just said that King Jing is the one who knows the most rhythm."

Yun Mumu sat on the chair, put her hands on the strings in a dignified manner, and started her uncontrollable magical powers.

The devil's song sounded in the study of Prince Jing's mansion.

In the end, except for Duan Yiyao, none of the palace's servants dared approach the study.

Yun Mumu's magical piano sound is absolutely [-]% lethal.

Duan Yiyao was obviously in great pain in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to appreciate it.

Yun Mumu knows how cruel her piano sound is, otherwise she wouldn't even call Bingqiao ugly.

She came here on purpose to harm Duan Yiyao, a scoundrel.

Didn't expect this kid to be so tolerant?Have you ever quit drugs?
Okay, then she will give him something more ruthless.

Yun Mumu frantically plucked the strings, the speed was as fast as if she wanted to break all the strings of the guqin before giving up.

But no matter how hard she performed, Duan Yiyao over there just stood there without changing his expression.

(End of this chapter)