Ji Shao, he is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 387

"Here we are." Ji Mo said calmly, pointing to the door of the innermost private room.

Qi Shaoqin raised his eyes and looked towards the door: Guimeng.

Qi Shaoqin snorted slightly, "The name of this private room is very elegant."

Ji Mo's slender and white hand gently pushed the door of the private room, the door was pushed open, and a fresh scent of tea came from inside.

Qi Shaoqin sniffed his nose and hurriedly followed into the private room.

There was no one else inside, but the tea had already been bubbled on the table, Qi Shaoqin poured a cup, the temperature was suitable for drinking.

She basked outside in the sun and sweated a lot just now, she gulped down three cups of tea in one go.

Thinking that the tea was delicious, when she was about to pour the fourth cup, Ji Mo stretched out her white hand towards her.

"If you want to drink it yourself! It's mine!" Qi Shaoqin stared.

Ji Mo shook his head helplessly, "You've already drank three cups of tea in a row, if you drink any more, do you still have the appetite to eat this restaurant's signature dish?"

"emmm...why didn't you remind me earlier! Damn, you didn't say it until I drank three cups!" Qi Shaoqin stuffed the tea in Ji Mo's hand with a speechless expression. sized up.

Seeing a well-made piano next to the partition next to the dining table, Qi Shaoqin felt itchy for a moment, got up and walked towards the piano.

Ji Mo held the tea, drank a few sips, and looked up at Qi Shaoqin who was sitting by the piano and was dancing his fingers on the black and white keys with an expression of excitement.

What she played was a piece of music that he had never heard before. The style of the piece was very cheerful, but it was not easy to play, but it did not trouble her.

A piece of music was completed under her slender fingers, she raised her head happily, and exhaled, "How is it? Sick boy, I play the piano very well!"

Ji Mo took a sip of tea with a smile, and answered the irrelevant question: "What tune do you play?"

"I created it when I was in junior high school, and I gave it a great name, "Mindless Eyes"!" After Qi Shaoqin finished speaking, Ji Mo shook his hand holding the teacup, paused for half a second, and laughed out loud: "Good name!"

Qi Shaoqin raised his eyebrows: "You're not bad at playing the piano, aren't you? Go and play a piece! Let me play "Memories of Don Juan" by Liszt."

Ji Mo didn't move while holding the teacup.

Qi Shaoqin insisted: "This piece is a bit difficult, but aren't you very good at acting, it won't trouble you! Come on, play it!"

Ji Mo shook his head and said, "I never said that I'm good at playing the piano. If you want to play, I can be an audience and listen to it."

"What? You can't play the piano?" Qi Shaoqin's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, "Sick boy, you can't play the piano?"

It was as if a new continent had been discovered.

Qi Shaoqin has always thought that a sick man is an all-rounder, and there is nothing he can't do.

"It's not surprising that you can't play the piano." Ji Mo said disapprovingly.

Qi Shaoqin said with a smile: "The famous Ji Shao can't play the piano, okay. Hahaha, forgive me for laughing unkindly! It turns out that you can't even play the piano, hahaha!"

"It's just that you don't know how to play the piano. Is it so funny? Why didn't I realize that you have such a low laugh before." Ji Mo raised his eyes and glanced at her faintly. Qi Shaoqin couldn't stop his tears from laughing.

Qi Shaoqin slammed the wall with a smile: "Hahaha, you have fallen from the altar, sick child, you are no longer omnipotent, hahahaha..."

(End of this chapter)