The wolf cub I raised also wore it.

Chapter 230 is different

The woman in white was a little puzzled, and just about to continue speaking, a maid walked up to her and whispered something in her ear.

The woman in white looked towards the third floor in surprise, then turned her head and said to Qian Anlan, "Girl, please follow me."

Qian Anlan smiled and followed the pace of the woman in white.

She guessed right.

Young Master Qinghan is here, and has been watching here.

The look in her eyes just now was too aggressive.

Because she was saying: This piano must be hers!

Of course, the reason why she didn't play the piano in front of so many people was mainly because she was afraid that people would know that Mr. Qinghan's piano fell into her hands.

She did not forget the assassination that this Qinghan young master encountered not long ago.

If she really got the affirmation of Mr. Qinghan in front of so many people.

Qian Anlan had a hunch that she would become a target in the next second.

Qian Anlan was quickly taken to the box on the third floor, and entered a white box without a trace of variegation.

this feeling...

This man may have obsessive-compulsive disorder or cleanliness.

Just, what about people?
Qian Anlan took a step forward suspiciously.

The door behind that was suddenly closed.

Qian Anlan's heart skipped a beat.

Then, Qian Anlan heard the sound of the wheelchair rolling.

Look towards the source of the sound.

Qian Anlan was startled by the person who appeared in front of her.

What a nice view!

If it wasn't for his normal ears, Qian Anlan would have thought he was an elf who strayed into the mortal world.

Lan Qinghan looked at Qian Anlan's amazed eyes.

The pale eyes moved slightly.

They were not treated differently.

Some are just admiring.

I thought that this woman would also think that he was a monster.

"You are beautiful." Qian Anlan couldn't help admiring.

nice?
Is this word suitable for men?
However, it is not disgusting.

"Don't you think I'm a monster?" Lan Qinghan's voice was as pale as the color of his pupils.

"If I could have such beauty, then I would also like to be a monster." Qian Anlan said jokingly.

It was the first time Lan Qinghan heard such a statement, and he couldn't help but asked again: "What if the price is this?"

Lan Qinghan glanced at his legs.

Qian Anlan looked at his legs.

The pupils shrank slightly.

It turned out to be an elf with broken wings.

Qian Anlan sighed a little.

God is really fair, it is impossible to give you all the good things.

Seeing the pity in Qian Anlan's eyes, Lan Qinghan's eyes dimmed a bit.

It's still the same after all.

"May I caress a piano?" Qian Anlan knew that no amount of comfort would be worthless.

Perhaps, the sound of the piano can soothe his soul.

Lan Qinghan touched the ice-blue piano in his hand, and handed it to Qian Anlan.

Qian Anlan stepped forward and caught the piano.

His pale fingers tightened slightly, and he was reluctant to let go.

Qian Anlan's mood is complicated.

Because, she could tell that Lan Qinghan was from Aiqin.

But, since Aegean, why send it away.

Is it because you don't live long?

So I can't bear to let such a good piano be buried in the dark underground with me?
Thinking of this, Qian Anlan subconsciously let go of her hand.

This violin is too heavy.

It's not something she can afford.

And Lan Qinghan also let go at this moment.

The two of them were startled, and they reached out to catch the piano at the same time.

Qian Anlan's warm palm covered Lan Qinghan's cold fingers, and for a moment, her heart shuddered.

Is this really the temperature a person should have?

(End of this chapter)