My husband is a wife

Chapter 199 is more contagious

Despicable and shameless villain, Qin Wushuang snorted coldly, turned his face to the other side, not wanting to see his arrogant and domineering face.

But Zhan Beichen domineeringly forbade her to ignore him, turned her face back, and forced her to look at him: "Tell me, why do you want to participate in the competition?"

Qin Wushuang stared at him, and said loudly: "Because I want to be the champion." Isn't that what the people who came to participate in the competition wanted?

Hearing her obviously perfunctory answer, Zhan Beichen frowned slightly: "It's that simple?" She is not someone who is greedy for fame and fortune.

"How complicated do you think?" Qin Wushuang immediately yelled back, although he was a little guilty, but he was not hers, why should she answer honestly when he asked?
"In that case, let me hear your strength." Zhan Beichen let go of her hand, pointed to the piano by the window, and said in a commanding tone, "Play me a song."

To be honest, Qin Wushuang was very unwilling to play the piano for this bastard, but he was the chief examiner of this competition, if she annoyed him, he might be disqualified from the competition at any time.

She was sitting in front of the piano, her clear and bright eyes suddenly flashed a sly light, she stretched out her slender fingers like white jade, put them on the piano, took a deep breath, and her fingers began to dance nimbly on the black and white keys .

Qin Wushuang deliberately picked an ironic tune to play, intending to satirize Zhan Beichen, a rude and reckless man, pretending to be gentle to listen to the tune.

Zhan Beichen raised his eyebrows slightly, smoked a cigarette in the cigarette case, put it in his mouth, picked up the lighter, turned it on with a snap, and lit the cigarette.

Qin Wushuang learned the piano from her mother for more than ten years, and she inherited her mother's talent for playing the piano, and she is particularly sensitive to the piano. Day, as long as she wants to take the exam, it must be at the performance level.

Zhan Beichen took a few puffs of cigarettes, and through the misty smoke, squinted at the charming charm that naturally emanated from her body when she was playing, the color of her eyes gradually deepened.

"It's over." After playing a song, Qin Wushuang stood up. Seeing that there was no expression on his face, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows and swearing. She really didn't know anything about rhythm. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him even coming to be the examiner like this. The majority of contestants felt chilled. If they knew that the chief examiner is a person who does not understand rhythm, they would probably vomit blood with anger.

Zhan Beichen looked at her, and said flatly: "You can be more emotional."

Qin Wushuang was taken aback when he heard the words, and then said sarcastically, "Do you understand the feelings of piano music?" Hmph, probably pretending to understand.

Zhan Beichen stuffed the unfinished cigarettes into the ashtray, then stood up like an elegant and noble leopard, and came behind her, bending slightly.

He was very close, exuding a masculine smell of tobacco, just like a domineering him, plundering the air around her very unceremoniously, making her heart beat wildly.

Zhan Beichen stretched out his rough and slender fingers, and began to dance flexibly on the keys. What he played was the piece she played just now, which was part of the intensified conflict.

Qin Wushuang, who thought he couldn't play the piano, was shocked.

She looked at the long fingers jumping nimbly on the black and white keys in amazement, and couldn't believe her ears.

Oh my god, how is it possible, it's a lie, listening to his playing skills is definitely not inferior to hers, and even more contagious than hers.

(End of this chapter)