The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

That night, Jiang Yueming played the piano without a hand.

The piano was shipped back from abroad by Qu Cunzi, worth 40 US dollars.

The piano notes floating in Luomei Xuan are like elves wandering around the sky on such a gorgeous midsummer night.Qu Cunzi remembers so clearly that when she first met her, she played the piano.

A lake-green evening dress, a smooth and elegant neck, and a graceful and graceful posture like a crane.She came back from the dance floor, sat by the piano, and a piece of music shocked the audience?

Who said all beautiful women are embroidered pillows?She is a true colorist.

Her piano level is completely at the level of a musician.The acting is also top notch.Even her kind of literary style... her best-selling autobiographical essay collections...

At that time, he couldn't believe that there was such a perfect woman in the world.

To paraphrase a sentence: Those who are more beautiful than her are not as talented as her, and those who are more talented than her are definitely not as beautiful as her... The first part of this sentence is absolutely wrong. In this world, there is no woman who is more beautiful than her.

She became the unique and stunning beauty in his mind.

He remembered that at that dinner party, she was the absolute core, the absolute focus, and countless people lined up to dance with her. For this reason, the band kept each song within 2 minutes.

He, Qu Cunzi, also waited in line for a long time before arriving.

As soon as he held her hand, he could hear a buzzing in his heart, and a voice shouted loudly: Yes, this is it, this is this woman——she is the most ideal partner in my life, the most ideal partner of my youth. The dream girl I've been looking for since time immemorial.I must have her.

After many years and many twists and turns, he finally tasted the taste of monopolizing the oiran.

It was a scene he had longed for for years.

The hard-working man returns home with delicious food and a beautiful wife.He takes a nap while she plays the piano.

Fairy couple.

The woman he wanted most could finally face him day and night, every day.

Enjoy it thousands of times and never get tired.

However, at this moment he only felt tired.The heavy work, the worries of the wedding, the fear of absent-mindedness... He felt a lot of pressure.

The music stopped.

She stood up, pursed her lips, and stretched out her hand in a silent gesture.

In an instant, youth is peerless.

He gets it.She asked him to dance.

He stood up, put his arms around her waist, and danced to her rhythm.

Once, he danced with her until dawn...

For a time, with such a hug around his waist, he felt that he was already a fairy.No, no, no, I won't do it for the gods.

This day, he is also the same - as if he doesn't feel that he is a god, and he is sorry for the long, long madness and anticipation in the past...

A peerless treasure obtained by all means.

Shouldn't you be careful? ?

He was dancing, but he took the wrong step and stepped on her.

However, he didn't notice it himself.

Trance.

Mood, I don't know when it started to change.

Slowly, he fell into a doze.

The sound of the piano is still floating, becoming the most timely lullaby.

In a trance, he suddenly heard someone singing:

Other people's husbands are good and good,

My husband stayed and stayed.

stand up like a tree stump

sit up like a fire rock

The sun sets on the four mountains of silver

It's hard to live in this house

May the sky burn down the tile house,

I hope the tiger bites the man.

The turtledove calls for sunshine,

The crow calls for the dead.

dead man dies my husband,

My husband is dead so I can go out

……

His face was extremely pale.

"Cunzi... Cunzi... Cunzi..."

He was terrified.

When he woke up, he didn't know how many times she had called him.

(Because everyone is actively writing book reviews, a new chapter will be added tonight, everyone will continue)