Sheng Chong's lovely wife: The professor's husband is the president

Chapter 291 The Man Playing the Piano (1)

In Lan Weiwei's memory, there are only a handful of people he knows, and few of them can play the piano. Moreover, although the room is decorated on the surface, it is simple and warm, but every place is decorated with special care. Every decoration in the room is unique. It's expensive, this style reminds him of Tang Ruochen, low-key yet extravagant, the curtains in front of him, the simple two-layer white gauze, can become so soft under the glare of the sun, isn't it? Common people can afford it.

Lan Weiwei walked out of the bedroom following the sound of the piano, and the moment she went downstairs, she stood condescendingly on the stairs, and finally saw the dreamlike beauty on the white stone bricks, her eyes fell on the black and white keys, the slender Fingers fly over the keys, and notes pass over his hand one by one. The elegant sound of the piano overflows like a tide, filling every space in the villa. His sound is not very light music, but it is not sad either. The voice is very gentle and lyrical, with ups and downs, making people intoxicated.

The sound of Lan Weiwei's footsteps did not interrupt his rhythm, as if a white elf was dancing with the wind in the sound of the piano, the dance was elegant and noble, his music almost shocked Lan Weiwei's soul, even though it was a The figure of a man, but Lan Weiwei doesn't hate him, he is so quiet, sitting there gracefully, as if he has nothing to do with the world, which makes him can't help but want to look at his face, such a smooth and fair face, His sharp-edged handsomeness is almost comparable to Tang Ruochen's. His deep eyes and perfect facial features all flaunt his elegance and nobility. Such an elegant man, the dreamy sunshine, the beautiful piano sound, Lan Weiwei was intoxicated for a moment.

The sound of the piano stopped at this moment, and he turned around and said, "You're awake."

Only then did Lan Weiwei come to her senses, and asked, "Why am I here, where are my friends who are with me?"

"You mean Xia Ning."

Unexpectedly, he actually knew Xia Ning's name, he must have known her, Lan Weiwei asked suspiciously, "You know her?"

Xiang Haolin did not continue to answer Lan Weiwei's questioning, but gracefully extended his hand and said, "My name is Xiang Haolin, nice to meet you."

Lan Weiwei lowered her head and glanced at his slender fingers, which were flying on the piano keys just now. Looking at them from such a close distance, it turns out that a man's hands can also be very beautiful. Tang Ruochen's hands in his memory seem to be very beautiful, Lan Weiwei couldn't help but I took a few more glances, but didn't reach out to say hello, but just introduced myself lightly: "Lan Weiwei."

The two were silent for a moment, then said to Hao Lin after a pause: "Breakfast is on the dining table, you can eat it anytime."

Lan Weiwei, who is not familiar with the environment here, resisted instinctively: "No need, I should be ready to leave."

After walking two steps, Lan Weiwei turned back and asked, "How did I end up here with you?"

Hearing the words, Xiang Haolin coughed twice, as if he was choosing his words carefully. After a long time, when Lan Weiwei got impatient, he said slowly: "I found you in the men's room... ...I got to know Xia Ning, so I brought you back together."

Men's room... Hearing his explanation, the scene must have been terrible. Lan Weiwei finally understood why he asked him. He didn't want to ask this question anymore. Even she herself regretted asking the question so clearly, and said embarrassingly: "Then... what about Xia Ning?"

"Probably still awake."

Lan Weiwei blushed when she thought of the men's room, she no longer had the face to face the man in front of her, pointed to the upstairs and said, "I'll call her."

Xiang Haolin said: "Yes."

(End of this chapter)