After leaving the crowd and walking for a few minutes, the two holding hands attracted many people's attention.
Mo Yan regained her composure. She stopped, looked at her grabbed hand, and tried to pull it out, "Qin Yan, I'm fine. Thank you."
Qin Yan turned his head and looked at Mo Yan, as if he had never seen her in a fearful mood. Even just now, she was only slightly surprised, but now she quickly returned to her cold demeanor.
Hearing this, although he was reluctant, he still let go of his soft little hand.
He frowned and asked uncomfortably, "Aren't you scared?"
Mo Yan was stunned, are you scared?
She was definitely scared, but it was not a desperate situation. If Qin Yan was not there at that time, she would be sure to avoid it and not let the other party succeed.
Facing Qin Yan's well-intentioned concerns, she smiled slightly, her bright almond eyes curved into a crescent shape, "Fortunately, there are so many people present, and he can't hurt me."
Her smile instantly melted away the unhappiness in Qin Yan's heart.
Forget it, he'll keep an eye on him more anyway, because the person he's attracted to is very stubborn.
When this idea popped up, Qin Yan himself was startled. Is this the person he likes?
There seemed to be some subtle emotion spreading in my heart.
After the afternoon classes were over, Mo Yan left school in a hurry. Today was Monday, from 18:00 to 21:00, and she needed to go to Qingxi to play the konghou part-time.
Today is her first time performing here, so she went there early to prepare her costume and makeup.
The harp is an ancient Chinese musical instrument that flourished in the Tang Dynasty and later disappeared. It was not until modern times that it was restored and played again through the efforts of many musicians. In order to promote traditional culture, Mo Yan specially chose to pay tribute by wearing a flying costume.
Qingxi Club is an ancient style building and is the most high-end private club in Hangzhou. All the decorations inside are of course extremely exquisite, with well-proportioned pavilions and pavilions, as well as flowers, birds, insects, and fish.
Mo Yan's performance stage is in the middle of the open-air courtyard. Next to it are dozens of pots of orchids of various varieties, emitting bursts of fragrance, and there is even a pot of ghost orchid in full bloom. On the outermost edge, there are about two meters high emerald green flowers.
Bamboo blocks part of the line of sight, creating a sense of mystery where you can only hear the music but not the person.
After dressing up the dressing room, I turned around in the mirror.
She has a pomegranate-colored Wu belt on her arm, a high-waisted tube top, a wide skirt that falls to the floor, and multi-colored gauze scarves that are layered in layers, revealing some rounded shoulders and slender waist, and her graceful figure is vaguely visible;
The white gauze covers the face, making the crimson-colored glazed flame flowers on the forehead and the smart and moist apricot eyes look even more mysterious and tempting, making people want to pick them up.
Qingtian came with her. As soon as she put on this dress, she started shouting excitedly, touching and mumbling, "Oh my God, Xiao Yan'er, you are so beautiful. You look exactly like the fairy who walked down the wall in Dunhuang."
, these breasts, this small waist, if it were not for gender restrictions, I would definitely take you down. Come on, come on, baby, give me one."
Qingtian was slightly taller than Mo Yan, and after circling around her, he lifted Mo Yan's chin with a smile and gave her a rude kiss on the cheek.
"Okay, okay, next time you dance, I will give you this look too."
Mo Yan smiled and helplessly put some more powder on her cheeks.
She also felt a little shy in this appearance. Fortunately, she knew that the performance stage was relatively hidden and no one could see her dressed like this. Otherwise, she would not dare to wear something so revealing.
As night falls, the warm yellow outdoor lights in the courtyard are turned on, and the scenery is shadowy. Accompanied by the soft and clear music of the piano, it is like traveling back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, like a dream.
"Is this the sound of the harp?" A lady waiting for her meal raised her head and asked Lao Jiu who was standing aside.
Your wife is Shen Qingyi, the wife of the president of Qin Group.
Lao Jiu is the manager here, a person who is good at observing people's emotions. He immediately replied, "Yes, madam, this is a newly introduced musical instrument performance, and it also promotes traditional Chinese music."
"Kunshan's broken jade phoenix screams, hibiscus weeps and dew fragrant orchid smiles, it is indeed well-deserved." Shen Qingyi nodded with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, someone pushed the door open and called, "Mother."
Then, Qin Yan took a leisurely step and sat next to her.
Shen Qingyi smiled and asked with concern, "Ayan, are you tired from school recently? I haven't been home for a long time. If I don't invite you here for dinner, I won't be able to see you."
Qin Yan supported his head with one hand, with a smile on his lips, tilted his head and looked at Shen Qingyi, "How dare you disobey your mother's call? I'm here right now?"
"You have a sweet mouth, and you've lost weight even if you eat and try this bamboo fungus and black-bone chicken soup."
Shen Qingyi tapped his forehead, filled him with a bowl of soup, and placed it in front of him.
Qin Yan was not polite and drank it all in one gulp. The two of them had a great conversation during the dinner.
When it was almost over, Shen Qingyi suddenly asked, "I haven't heard that you frequently change female partners recently. Are you ready to calm down?"
"Mom, I will not marry Zhou Shiyuan!"
Qin Yan frowned, his tone instantly became serious, and the smile disappeared from his face.
Shen Qingyi sighed and explained,
"I'm not asking you to marry her. Mom is on your side and I respect your wishes."
"Then you've agreed, and you can't go back on your word. When the time comes, I will bring my wife back, and you have to support me and stand by my side."
Qin Yan immediately answered and asked for the amulet from his mother.
"Okay, as long as the girl has good character, everything else won't be a problem."
Shen Qingyi looked at her son lovingly.
The biggest conflict in her family is that they have a husband on one side and a son on the other. She is caught in the middle, which is a bit troublesome.
Qin Yan looked at the time. It was half past eight. It is better for elders to go to bed early and get up early, so he stood up and said, "It's almost time. I'll take you back to your old house."
When passing by the courtyard, I casually glanced in the direction of Qinyin and couldn't move away.
When they arrived at the parking lot, they took out their mobile phones and checked WeChat, and said to Shen Qingyi, "Mother, my classmate just sent me a WeChat message saying that there is something urgent to deal with at the school. I won't send you back today. I will accompany you in two days."
Have a meal."
"You, go ahead, your studies are the most important thing."
Shen Qingyi didn't pay attention and got into the car with a smile.
After watching the Bentley leave, he turned back and called Lao Jiu, "Who is playing the piano tonight?"
"Huh? That's not Qin, that's Konghou, a newly hired part-time girl, I think her name is Mo."
Lao Jiu looked at Qin Yan with his uneducated eyes. It was rare that he knew something that his boss didn't know.
"Ink smoke."
"Yes, yes, Mo Yan, do you know Mr. Qin?"
Qin Yan ignored him and said, "Take me to her lounge."
It had been a long time since she had performed. Mo Yan played continuously for three hours. After she stopped, her arms and fingers were trembling. She walked around the corridor and walked quickly to the lounge. She just wanted to soak her hands in warm water to relax.
The lights are dim and people are in a hurry. Usually at this time, you will definitely encounter uninvited guests.
So, as expected, the little fairy in Moyan, who was wearing a flying costume and a veil, ran into the arms of a young man, supported her with warm hands, and said in a hearty voice, "Are you okay?"
Hearing this strange yet familiar voice, Mo Yan felt like she was falling into an abyss, and there was finally fear in her eyes.