How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1853 Sweet Marriage Chapter 414 Hao Xiaoman, haven't you learned enough yet?
Wrapped with gauze layer by layer, Nan Muqing suddenly looked at her with great interest: "Xiao Man, since we are a family, we should do our best to help each other, right?"

This man, seemingly gentle and harmless, is actually full of bad water, thinking about how to take revenge on his brother through a woman.

Hao Xiaoman glanced at him lightly: "What do you want to say?"

Nan Muqing looked very distressed, but looked at his dear brother with a sneer in his eyes: "Recently, my insomnia broke out again, but my doctor warned me not to continue eating. Sleeping pills, he said that listening to music may help me sleep, but I have high requirements for this aspect, I don’t like the sound from those machines, can you play the piano? Just treat it as a nurse The patient is well."

Hearing this, without waiting for Hao Xiaoman to say anything, the man who was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window and smoking a cigarette casually looked over, his eyes darkened, and his tone became colder: "She can't play the piano. She won't touch the piano in her life For a moment, if you really can’t sleep, just count your sheep, if you can’t count a hundred sheep, you can’t sleep, but if you count 1000 million sheep, you can fall asleep.”

Hao Xiaoman lowered his head and slowly wrapped the excess gauze back.

"I don't know much, and I haven't played it for many years. If you don't mind, I can try to play it. Canon?"

The man in front of the window suddenly stood up straight, but the orange light didn't soften the breath around him.

He stared at her, and said word by word: "Hao Xiaoman, haven't you been taught enough yet?"

From the first day he knew her, he knew that she was born with rebellious blood in her bones, the more pressing she was, the more she would instinctively resist and struggle, and she would not easily make demands on a stranger nod.

But she seemed to be very...gentle towards Nan Muqing.

This cognition came to mind so clearly, forcing his eyes to gradually roll out a thick hostility.

There is a piano in the bedroom. It seems that it has not been used for a long time. Although it is spotless, you can still feel its loneliness and loneliness.

There is a thick stack of piano scores next to it. "Canon" is a world-renowned song, so it is not too difficult to find, so she found it after searching for a while.

When the fingers touch the keys, the cold temperature sticks to the fingertips, an indescribably strange feeling.

When she was with Bei Fanxing, she had to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the most painful thing was probably playing the piano.

It is really too difficult for her to understand these inexplicable little tadpoles. She often plays while crying, and when Bei Fanxing leaves for something, she will vent her anger and clench her fists heavily on the piano keys.

But the second brother is good at playing the piano. He likes to compose songs, but because of limited financial conditions, he can only play a few times in the musical instrument shop of an uncle he knows well. Hao Xiaoman will go there with him when he is free. In the musical instrument shop, I play it from time to time. After so many years, although I haven't made any progress, I still don't know how to play it.

Nan Muqing didn't make things difficult for them anymore. After she agreed to play the piano for him, he really lay on the bed as if he was going to sleep.

In the deep night, everything is quiet, only the notes when the piano falls and plays are clear and gentle.

The slender and fair fingers danced flexibly on the black and white keys, and the brisk and agile voice was like clear spring water flowing from a mountain stream, galloping happily.

There is the fragrance of fragrant grass, the bright colors of flowers, and the free swaying of small fish...

(End of this chapter)