The daughter is poisonous: The Boss' runaway bride

Chapter 70
"It's no longer the cold and strong Mr. Tang." Several servants expressed their opinions there.

And Ye Wanqing was also fascinated by his superb piano skills, she could no longer see him in her eyes, no matter whether it was the present like a prince or the past like Satan, in her eyes, everything became as clear as running water the sound of the piano.

The way he plays the piano is very much like his brother.

She sighed slightly, and then ate the noodles slowly.

When she was a child, she liked to take Qin Jinyan to secretly watch her brother practice the piano. He was like a noble prince.

And Qin Jinyan has slender fingers, he could hold her hand and teach her to play the piano when he was very young...

Thinking of this, she felt a pain in her heart, no matter whether she loves her now or not, in the past years, she has been with her like a shadow.

After all, they grew up together since childhood, as long as she recalls the beautiful past, he will definitely appear in it.

If Qin Jinyan were to be picked out alive, then her memories would be empty and pale, and there was no need to remember them.

Unknowingly, she walked in slowly, and the servants outside saw such a strange scene.

A beautiful girl in a plain dress, the long skirt gently draped over her slender calves, making slight ripples.

The young girl had an adoring and fascinated expression, with a slight smile on her lips, and misty eyes, full of deep love.

But she was holding a large bone china bowl printed with elegant magnolia flowers, just like Cinderella holding her affectionate admirer prince.

They don't know the relationship between Ms. Ye and Mr. Tang, but their identities and training prevent them from guessing randomly, as long as they follow Mr.'s request.

Mr. Tang said she was Miss Ye, and that was Miss Ye.

At the end of the song, Ye Wanqing burst into tears and stood beside the Steinway piano, crying and laughing, and murmured, "It's really great, it's great."

The luxurious piano is stretched out quite imposingly, like a big bird with its wings spread, the clear and lingering tail sound seems to be still in the ear, in the heart, spinning around, and refuses to dissipate.

The prince playing the piano was also immersed in a dream, immersed in the environment created by the music, and did not come out. His eyes were so tender that they almost dripped water. Looking at him so gently, that was never before.

"Do you like it?"

Ye Wanqing nodded lightly, "I really like it. You play really well."

She is at a loss for words and can't say anything. Even the so-called masters of the profession may not be as good as him.

This song should only exist in the sky, how many times can it be heard in the world.

That's it.

Her praise caught him a little by surprise, a smile appeared on his brows and eyes, warm as spring, and flashed her eyes.

He stared at her bright red cheeks, landed on the soup bowl in her arms, and couldn't help smiling, "Did you come here with your destiny in your hands?"

Not to be outdone, Ye Wanqing said, "Fate can be at your fingertips, and of course it can also be in my bowl."

Everyone is born unequal, and fate will naturally not be too fair.

But everyone is born equal, and fate is naturally fair.

Some people are born to be masters, and they don’t have to work hard and spend recklessly; some people are born to be miserable, with a life of hardship and half a life of misery.

But whether you are a master or a lonely person, facing the years, facing life and death, everyone is equal.

"The sound of your piano makes me feel that as long as you are willing, you can hold the throat of fate."

(End of this chapter)