If Luo Ziheng knew what she was thinking, would he vomit blood? His purpose at this time was indeed very simple, just that he didn't want her to see Murong An.

But Rong Yanran, who has rich theoretical knowledge, is now feeling like a deer.

Luo Ziheng hugged her and went straight onto the boat. It was indeed very bright, with elegant musical instruments such as plaid windows, satin curtains, and guqin.

The boatman was saying that he would not receive her today, but Luo Ziheng had already put her on the soft couch, pulled out a silver note from her body and handed it over: "If you go down, the boat will still be yours tomorrow."

Rong Yanran was so excited that she said yes when she saw the boatman excitedly, and couldn't help but feel indignant. Why didn't you be more generous to me if you have money? But after being lit into the acupoints, she couldn't even say a word. When she heard his conversation just now, was it this one?

Luo Ziheng was sure that he could not see the shadow of Murong An's group of people, so he went back to help her untie the acupoints.

Rong Yanran stared at him tightly, watching him approaching step by step, beast, beast, should she resist? But resistance doesn't seem to be of much use. Because he is very handsome and good to him, just treat it as a one-night stand. She didn't have a one-night stand when she was studying in the United States, but it was open in ancient times.

Luo Ziheng squatted down and untied the acupoints. He asked inexplicably: "Why are you looking at me like that? It seems like you are going to die. Can you play the piano? Play a song." As he said that, he sat next to the guqin.

Rong Yanran shook her head, but this is the case. I just thought so much. She was still very pure, and her thoughts were a bit too dirty. Her face was hot, but she still didn't understand: "Young Master, why did you click my acupoint just now?"

Luo Ziheng replied lightly: "I just met someone I didn't want to see, and I didn't want you to see."

Rong Yanran was very ashamed and opened the curtain to look at the night view outside the window to cover up the embarrassment. As soon as she opened a corner, Luo Ziheng put it down with her palm wind. "Play the piano for a while."

Rong Yanran looked at the beautiful guqin and exclaimed sincerely: "It's so beautiful." Then she changed her mind, "I can't play it."

"You can't play?" Luo Ziheng asked in disbelief. Is it clear that he is a master of playing the piano? Can you lose your piano skills even if you have amnesia? He doesn't believe it.

"Young master, I am just a child from a poor family. I just had enough food, so how could I do such music, chess, calligraphy and painting?" She said nothing, and she really can't play it now.

Luo Ziheng felt sorry for not acting, and said friendly, "Come on, I will teach you, sit here."

Rong Yanran sat in front of the piano as she spoke and fiddled it a few times, but her fingers seemed to be very accustomed to it, making a refreshing sound. She couldn't help but be surprised, so she simply felt like playing it.

Luo Ziheng looked at her with a smile, with admiration and intoxication in his eyes. "Isn't it great if you can't play?" He knew how could you forget everything that you had practiced for ten years alone?

Rong Yanran felt a little embarrassed when facing his appreciation. This was what the original owner of the body knew, not what she knew, she just knew how to hum modern songs.

"I won't play the piano anymore, I'll sing a song for you. I'll make sure you have never heard of it." Rong Yanran said with a smile.

Luo Ziheng was obviously interested: "What should I do if I have heard of it?"
Chapter completed!