Shen Wangjin didn't look back, he just reached out and grabbed her, pulling her to the piano bench and sitting side by side with him.

"Play a piece of music." He said, "Just play... the song "Girl's Prayer" that you used to play."

Zhuang Yibo was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect that he would know the name of the song, but he still nodded, and then slowly put his fingers on the keys.

He said that she used to play this song before, but she couldn't remember. When she was in Shen's house, she had a mood to play this song.

She can only work hard, try, and find the rhythm that is most suitable for this song ...

But it still failed.

Because when she finished the last note, Shen Wangjin slowly held her hand.

"Different." He said.

Zhuang Yibo heard the words, silently for a moment, and after slowly looking at it, he said lowly: "Actually, it is the same way."

"Is the same?" Shen Wangjin stretched out his hand to slide from the piano keys. "It is said that music is spiritual, what kind of mood will play what kind of song will play ... it turned out to be true."

Her fingertips shrank uncontrollably, but the next moment, they were held by him again.

He raised her hand and looked at it in front of him, and then his eyes fell on her face again, and he laughed slowly, saying: "Is that solved the problem of Zhuang's, you can get better

a little?"

Zhuang Yibo just looked at him quietly without answering.

"If that's the case..." Shen Wangjin suddenly put her hand to her lips, kissed her, and then turned to look upstairs, "Shen Ruiwen!"

Soon, Shen Ruiwen came in response, "Mr. Shen, what are your orders?"

"Injecting Zhuang's affairs, you are preparing, the faster the better." Shen Wangjin said.

Shen Ruiwen heard it, and couldn't help but first glanced at Zhuang Yibo, and then said: "Okay, I will do it."

Shen Wangjin told a few other precautions. Shen Ruiwen answered one by one, and soon turned to prepare.

Shen Wangjin turned around again and looked at Zhuang Yibo sitting next to him. "Now, do you want to play again?"

Zhuang Yibo looked at him quietly. After a while, he gently pursed his lips and whispered: "Can you play again tomorrow? I may ... may not be in good condition today."

Shen Wangjin listened, but just looked at her, "Say again?"

When he said this, he did not express dissatisfaction or anger, but rather a sense of expectation...

Zhuang Yibo was stunned, and he opened his mouth and repeated: "Can I play it again tomorrow..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Wangjin suddenly reached out his hand and gently touched her face.

She didn't say much, and she didn't have any smiles on her face, but he just felt inexplicably that the face in front of him suddenly had a trace of anger and agility. It wasn't the state of no waves at that time.

Although this was still far from what he wanted, for now, it seemed to be very gratifying and satisfying.

He chuckled uncontrollably, and then slowly approached her, "In such a great time, if you don't play the piano, what should you do?"

She drew her eyes again, avoiding his sight slightly.

However, before she had time to hide it completely, Shen Wangjin had already held up her chin, and then came up and kissed her lips.

Her lips are as soft as ever, but this time, it seems that there are a few more sweetness.

Sweeter than ever.

…

The next morning, bedroom.

The thin morning light in winter filtered through the white gauze. Zhuang Yibo was held in Shen Wangjin's arms and kissed almost in a blur.

From yesterday to this morning, he seemed to be addicted to kissing her. This short period of more than ten hours had been like countless reincarnations.

Finally, when everything calmed down, Zhuang Yibo lay helplessly on his shoulder, letting his hot breath pass over his neck.

The next moment, there was another knock on the door.

This is already the third time this morning, accompanied by Shen Ruiwen's embarrassed voice: "Mr. Shen, the video conference in Europe cannot be delayed any longer..."

This time, Shen Wangjin finally responded to him: "I understand."

Through the door, Zhuang Yibo seemed to hear Shen Ruiwen's sigh of relief. Before she could move, Shen Wangjin's hand wrapped around her waist again, "Are you hungry? Get up and have breakfast first."

"I don't want to eat." She replied in a low voice, "I want to sleep."

He pinched her chin, chuckled and said, "Eat before you sleep."

She seemed a little embarrassed, but still reluctantly responded.
Chapter completed!