Mr. Huo, please spoil me

It took a while for Bai Wei to utter a word: "Lawyer Huo is really playing."

Wen Man was more conservative, she blushed and took the phone back.

No matter how Bai Wei asked, she couldn't find out the specifics.

Wen Man is really ashamed to say that they were the same last night, but there was no real union. Even so, Huo Shaoting still struggled for a long time...

Bai Wei also wanted to make fun of her.

At this time, the LCD screen hanging in the coffee shop played a news.

Qiao Jingnian, a pianist living in the United States, returned to China and planned to hold a tour in several major cities.

The scene was full of reporters, and the scene was hot.

Bai Wei snorted softly: "Qiao Jingnian, the well-deserved glory of the Chinese! A concert is hard to come by, and countless people are chasing after it! Who would have thought that 25 years ago, he was a poor boy who couldn't even pay the rent!"

Wen Man learned piano, so she naturally knew Qiao Jingnian.

She admired him very much. Her teacher told her since she was a student that her playing style was somewhat similar to Qiao Jingnian.

Wen Man was very happy for a long time.

Qiao Jingnian is such an unattainable character.

Seeing Qiao Jingnian's news again and hearing his name at this moment, Wen Man felt the love slowly flowing in her veins.

She still wants to play the piano.

Perhaps, Huo Shaoting's proposal is right, she should go to study in England after everything is over.

Wen Man was distracted, and Bai Wei asked her: "What's wrong, Wen Man?"

Wen Man smiled lightly: "It's okay."

Bai Wei looked at the screen again, and suddenly said, "Wen Man, have you noticed that Qiao Jingnian is very comfortable with both hands, and you seem to be the same! This is really not much."

Wen Man couldn't help but pay attention.

Indeed.

Qiao Jingnian was also fluent in both hands.

Wen Man smiled unconsciously: "Probably because we all play the piano."

Bai Wei gave her a hug: "Come on! The probability of this is very low, well, it has something to do with the piano, it can only be said to be a coincidence."

Wen Man hummed lightly, and she looked at the elegant man on the screen with burning eyes.

Bai Wei complained: "If I hadn't witnessed the adultery between you and Lawyer Huo, I almost thought you fell in love with an old man."

Wen Man is about to attack.

Bai Wei put her hands together and begged for mercy: "Grandma, we should worry about what our classmates will wear! We can't be compared by Ding Cheng's little watch."

Wen Man didn't intend to compare with people like Ding Cheng, but Huo Shaoting would pass that day, and she thought she couldn't embarrass him.

So Wen Man picked out two more pairs of high heels and restyled her long hair.

After finishing it, Wen Man herself thought it looked good.

She took a taxi home, lay down on the sofa and called Huo Shaoting, and he picked up after it rang for a long time.

"Are you coming back tonight?"

Huo Shaoting smiled lightly: "I got comfortable last night, do you still think about it tonight?"

Wen Man blushed and refused to speak any more.

Huo Shaoting stood on the second-floor terrace of Huo Zhai, gently moved the white curtain with his slender fingers, and said in a low voice, "An old friend of my father came back from England, and he will be here later. It looks like I won't be able to leave tonight."

U.K?

What a coincidence!

Qiao Jingnian also came back from England.

Wen Man felt soft in her heart: "Then treat me well."

Huo Shaoting nodded, and was about to say something to her again, when an elegant voice sounded from behind: "Shao Ting!"

Huo Shaoting turned around.

Behind, stood a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a refined appearance and a personable manner.

Huo Shaoting whispered something to Wen Man, then hung up the phone.

He smiled lightly: "Uncle Qiao, long time no see."

That person was Qiao Jingnian, he and Huo Zhendong had been friends for many years and cherished each other.

When I came back this time, on the surface it was to give a concert, but in reality it was secretly looking for my own daughter...