The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 3097 Who is not a little fairy?
"I'll draw for you tonight."

Satisfied, Mu Li nodded.

Yin Lu buried her head and smiled lowly. She didn't ask Yin Zhan to give her advice after dinner. Instead, she urged her brother to draw pictures for her sister-in-law. Sitting next to the piano and practiced a couple of times, Leng Yejin listened with gusto.

Mrs. Yin coughed twice, embarrassed to hit her daughter, and said: "Lulu, you just started learning, don't expect to be able to play a complete piece of music, and practice more basic skills. Learning piano is not something that can be accomplished overnight. It takes three to five years to practice. , it will definitely work.”

After Mrs. Yin left, Yin Lu secretly asked Leng Yejin: "Did I play badly?"

"Fine, go on."

Yin Lu regained her confidence and smiled softly.

In fact, she herself knows how badly she plays, but she just likes Leng Yejin who praises her with open eyes and nonsense.

Who is not a little fairy at heart?Eager to be held?

She only started learning the piano at such an age, without the foundation and nimble fingers of a child, it is impossible to make any constructive breakthroughs in just two months, but she is not discouraged, it is just a hobby That's all, she's not doing it for the grading test, nor is she planning to become a pianist in the future, so she has a very calm mind.

She found that when she put her mind at ease, everything became more interesting.

Yin Lu practiced for another half an hour, and Yin Zhan finally couldn't take it anymore and went downstairs. His body was stained with some paint. He came over and tapped her shoulder. Yin Lu got up and left. After Yin Zhan sat down, he sang a song The piano music overflowed from the fingertips.

In the room, everyone's ears were finally soothed after being injured.

The butler secretly praised Yin Zhan. After listening to the magic sound for half an hour just now, he really dared not speak out.

"Brother-in-law, what do you mean, hit my wife?" Leng Yejin crossed his arms around his chest, with a cold face.

Yin Zhan didn't look at him, and found a few simple pieces suitable for Yin Lu to play, and handed them to her: "Practice slowly."

"Don't practice anymore, go home and practice." Leng Ye would like to mention that she took a few books and flipped through them: "What year is this book? The words on it are really childish, um, it's not childish, it's ugly."

This is the book that Yin Zhan used to practice when he was young. He was only six or seven years old at that time, and his handwriting was definitely not as self-contained as it is now. Yin Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Ugly? I remember that someone couldn't write when he was young, but He likes to follow me like a fool, and watches me practice calligraphy with a look of admiration."

"Is there?" Leng Ye refused to admit it, and raised his head to the ceiling.

"Really?" Yin Lu looked at the two of them curiously.

Leng Yejin pressed her into his arms, and pressed her head: "Your husband is behind me, but you are behind my back?"

ungrateful!
Yin Lu tried her best to hold back her laughter, and looked at the time: "Well, we won't practice anymore, we should go home, it's getting late."

Mrs. Yin didn't keep her daughter anymore. She was afraid that if she played for another half an hour, her ears would suffer. After Yin Lu left, she played a song to wash her ears, but after she finished playing, she felt uncomfortable again. How could she despise her daughter? Woolen cloth?

If the daughter hadn't...she must have played the piano well now, the more Mrs. Yin thought about it, the more she blamed herself, and she couldn't help calling Yin Lu again. When the call was made, it showed that the line was busy and she didn't get through.

Yin Lu received a call from Lan Ting, and she was very anxious at the moment: "What are you talking about? Shanshan was kidnapped, when did it happen, how is she doing now, where is she now?"

(End of this chapter)