The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

However, it was natural that someone would report to him everything that happened throughout the day.

After dinner, he would hold her hand, take a walk in the shadow of the trees, lead her out, and carry her back. The days were still full of happiness.

"Hao, Chunchun said, in fact, you are the best at playing the piano. I haven't even heard it. You can play the piano for me, okay?" If Chunchun hadn't told her secretly, she wouldn't have known the real The master is just around the corner.

Tian Junhao smiled: "Want to hear me play the piano?"

"Yes." Don't you just want to see how powerful the rumored master is. [

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head resolutely.

An Ying climbed down from his back, held his wrist, blinked, and said with adoring eyes: "Master, why don't you entertain the chick?"

"No!" He vetoed it calmly, but changed the topic and smiled slightly: "Unless you dance a dance to entertain me at the same time, I can still consider it."

!An Ying was worried. "But I can't dance."

"Then don't even want to hear it." He strode forward with an expression of no room for negotiation.

Unwilling to give up, An Ying rushed to the front of her, faced him, and walked backwards.She rolled her eyes wide, "Well, if I don't dance well, you are not allowed to make fun of me."

"make a deal!"

An Ying raised the corner of her mouth slightly when she heard the words, and looked up at Hao with joy in her heart.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions, willows and willows.

Not long after, in the courtyard, a few bright red lanterns were hung high, and the man enveloped in colorful streamers lightly plucked the strings, the moon was bright and the stars were thin, and the soft light shone on his body, a thin One layer, it makes him so beautiful that it makes people eye-opening.

An Ying changed into a long-sleeved skirt and stood among the bouquet of flowers not far from him. She watched Hao swallow and stick out her tongue mischievously, a little shyly: "Hao, are you really Don't laugh at me, okay? Otherwise, I won't dance, hum."

Tian Junhao smiled lightly and nodded, his fascinated eyes stayed on An Ying among the flowers all the time, and a faintly sweet tune sounded from his hands, the sound of the piano was light and free, tactful like a lark, extremely pleasant to hear.

"An Ying, you're so beautiful!" Even if she doesn't know how to dance at all, even if she just flicks her sleeves playfully and turns around, she is the most beautiful scenery in her eyes.