On the way back from the amusement park, Sikong Yan was driving, occasionally turning his head to look at Nan Chen. His long fingers holding the steering wheel were tapping lightly, as if he had something to say but was about to stop.

"What do you want to say?" Nan Chen thought his appearance was cute and funny, so he shook his arm.

Sikong Yan pursed his lips slightly and said silently, "I just made a wish."

"Oh? What wish?" Nan Chen felt a strong expectation in his heart.

"I want to give you a playground."

His voice was calm and there was no inflection in his words, but he had an inexplicable power that made people believe.

After saying that, he smiled to himself.

"I accept it." Nan Chen said, "I will keep waiting for that day."

Time returned to sweetness and tranquility. They became more intimate. Not physically, but spiritually.

The perfume bottle designed by Nan Chen was converted into craft drawings and put into small-scale production. This made her sincerely proud. Sikong Yan asked overseas friends to help her get the credits. As expected, she didn't draw anything in the end, as she said at first.

What luo model should I use?

On the day Qing Yan's music store opened, he contacted Nan Chen for the first time and asked her to come and support him.

Nan Chen originally wanted to drag Sikong Yan along, but unfortunately he had too many official duties to deal with, so she drove the Wrangler and went alone.

The piano store is located in a prime location in the city center. It has a three-story shop with an area of ​​more than 3,000 square meters. It really shows that Qingxing is not short of money.

The opening ceremony was very grand, with an endless stream of guests coming and going, all of whom were friends in the Qingxing industry.

Qing Xingzhi's face was all smiles. He never thought that he would see Qing Yan start a new life in his lifetime. When Nan Chen walked into the piano store, Qing Xingzhi saw her at first sight and greeted her enthusiastically.

, it seems that he has let the 10 million compensation go with the wind.

"Xiaoyan is upstairs. This kid still doesn't like the excitement." Qing Xingzhi said.

Xiaoyan and Nanchen heard his affectionate address and guessed that their relationship between father and son should have been greatly improved.

"Uncle Qing, hurry up and get busy. No need to greet me. I'll go upstairs to find him."

Nan Chen held the exquisitely packaged painting and walked up the glass staircase.

The decoration of the piano store is luxurious and restrained, allowing people to taste the taste of luxury in every casual corner.

Qing Yan was wearing a black suit, standing upright next to a snow-white piano, looking out through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. His silver hair was shining brightly in the sun.

Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head, still looking so beautiful.

"Boss Qing, you have a good start and your business is booming."

Nan Chen stepped forward and presented the wrapped painting to him.

"Thank you." Qing Yan took it with both hands. Although he didn't smile, his expression was very gentle. His slender hands touched the wrapping paper printed with small sunflowers, and then tore open the package.

He held the frame farther away and his eyes wandered back and forth on the painting.

Then he smiled half mockingly and half playfully, "It's really my face."

"Brother, can you smile gently once?" Nan Chen patted his shoulder and said.

Qing Yan didn't seem to hear her pretense of frivolous words. He looked around the four walls and pointed to the east side, "Hang it here."

"Hey, let me tell you, why don't you give me some praise?"

"You painted me like a spider, and I still want to praise you?"

Nan Chen laughed, Spider Spider... "It is forbidden to speak in dialect."

Qing Yan just did what he said and immediately swung the hammer to drive nails into the wall.

Then she hung her masterpiece on it without hesitation.

The two stood under the painting together, looking up. Nan Chen said, "I'm afraid what you want most is not my painting."

Qing Yan glanced sideways at her and focused on the painting again, "I'm not interested in things I can't get."

"Tsk, tsk." Nan Chen curled his lips, "I don't know which grandson it was, but he wanted to burn me to death and take it as his own."

Qing Yan just walked away from her...

Nan Chen caught up with him and pulled off his sleeve, "Seriously, I feel that you and that Amber

Sichuan is somewhat similar."

"I'm not interested in men either."

Qingyan's slender, pale fingers tapped the black and white keys, producing light notes.

"He doesn't look like a man either." Nan Chen lowered his voice, as if someone was eavesdropping nearby, "He doesn't even have a beard."

Qing Yan looked at her coldly, "You want to say that he and I are neither men nor women?"

"No! No way." Nan Chen glared at him.

Qing Yan snorted coldly and turned his head away from the window.

"I think that if you can become friends, you will understand each other better than me and become closer friends. Qingyan, although people are born lonely, it is better to have someone to walk with than not at all."

"You sound like I want to fall in love with him."

Nan Chen laughed out loud, "If you have this idea, I'll give you his WeChat message. It's not impossible, a pianist and a painter are a perfect match!"

Qing Yan crossed his arms on his chest and tilted his head to look at her, as if he was looking at a fool.

"Save it." He suddenly raised his hand, flicked his thumb and index finger hard, and gave her a violent shudder.

Nan Chen's eyes widened in shock, not because she was stunned by him, but because Qing Yan's actions gave her an inexplicable feeling.

He actually broke that invisible barrier and took the initiative to touch her.

Although the way is a bit violent.

She didn't know where her fault was, but she had a strong desire to bring Qing Yan and Amber Chuan together.

So without Qing Yan's approval, she took it upon herself to forward the chat records between Amber Chuan and her to him.

After Qing Yan read those words, he sneered coldly.

"It's a miserable sale," he said.

"But I felt that he was quite pitiful when he was a child."

"Oh, this kind of trick is only used to trick little girls."

Nan Chen didn't say anything, and he didn't rule out the possibility. Amber Chuan wanted to win her sympathy and get closer to her. But Nan Chen still couldn't figure out why Amber Chuan was approaching her.

"You should be more thoughtful and don't be a fool." Qing Yan looked at her and said.

Nan Chen said a little unconvinced that he understood, chatted with him for a while, and then left.

She was only thinking about one thing right now, how to help Sikong Yan find the whereabouts of his brother.

^

The sky was overcast. Gray clouds were heavy at the end of the sky.

Xiaozhi lay on the windowsill, holding his chin and looking outside.

In this kind of weather, the already dark alley looked more like it was covered with a layer of frosted glass, giving it a dark look.

Opposite is a row of old houses with rotten teeth, now uninhabited, with red letters painted on the dirty walls.

Her home will soon be razed to the ground by bulldozers.

A drop of rainwater hits the window, and soon there are many drops, making a crackling sound, and pulling out fine water strands on the glass.

I'm afraid the takeaway will arrive late due to this terrible weather.

She just ordered a cup of milk tea as a reward for the weekend. A cup of twelve yuan milk tea is a complete luxury for her. Just yesterday, she received a thousand yuan from her father who knew where she was.

, she indulged a little. She missed the feeling of crushing pearl beans with her teeth.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Xiaozhi ran towards the door, but he didn't expect the takeaway to arrive so quickly.

But before opening the door, she still subconsciously asked, "Who is it?"

There was no answer. Maybe it was drowned out by the sound of rain? A trace of suspicion flashed through her mind, and she opened the door.

A few minutes later, the unconscious Xiaozhi was carried on the shoulders by a tall figure wearing a black raincoat and led out of the alley.

She desperately wanted to open her eyes, but she tried her best to open them only a few cracks.

The world turned upside down in the icy rain.

She vaguely caught a glimpse of a pair of black rain boots moving forward.

Like the feet of death.

Then, she was thrown out and re-

She fell heavily on a hard object. The remaining consciousness told her that this was the trunk of the car. The last thing that stayed in her vision was an extremely blurry face. It was very enchanting and like a devil.

Manic rock music came from the car stereo, and the lead singer screamed at the top of his lungs.
To be continued...