Sylvie and Her New Owner

If she were to come out publicly one day, there would be a lot of people talking for her, right?

One piece of warm support is stronger than 1 cold objections.

in another bedroom.

Su Na squeezed Sikong Ruoshui next to her.

"Tell you something."

"Yeah." Sikong Ruoshui picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put the magazine on the quilt.

"Hill and Qingqing are together."

"puff--"

Although Sikong Ruoshui closed his mouth in time, a little tea still splashed out. His hand holding the toilet paper trembled, choked by himself again, and asked incredulously:

"Is it the one I understand together?"

Suna nodded solemnly and sighed: "Qingqing also did that to Hill."

"what!"

Sikong Ruoshui was dumbfounded.

"Isn't this nonsense!"

"They're serious."

"Huh?" The man froze, "You agree?"

"What else can I do?"

"Separate them!"

"You have to do this kind of thing, I won't do it anyway." Suna sneered, she didn't want to be a bad person.

It would be best if Sikong Ruoshui came forward to block him, she would come out and sell him and stand on his daughter's side.

However, she was very suspicious that Sikong Ruoshui, who was always begging her daughter to open the door with fruit snacks at the beginning, would have been able to hold on for a few minutes under the offensive of tears if she really stopped her.

"Get up and watch the parade!"

Hill and Sikongqing sat together to eat breakfast. It was a normal gesture, but the parents saw a bit of intimacy and ambiguity.

What a sin.

In fact, Hill and Sikongqing really didn't plan to make out in front of their parents - if they were other normal couples, they wouldn't come to their parents to kiss, right?

The shy thing is of course going to the room to do it.

"Hey, look at the Russian phalanx, it's so strange!" Hill pointed to the fighting nation on the TV with his chopsticks.

"Pakistan's is also very strange." Si Kongqing agreed, "It's still good-looking in our country."

"Putin is quite handsome."

"There's Park Geun-hye in the back."

"..." Su Na held her forehead, thinking that her two daughters were stupid. "This is the anti-fascist military parade on September 9 a few years ago. I recorded it and broadcast it. How can there be any military parade this year."

Hill was shocked, "Not this year?"

Sikong took a sip of milk calmly. She knew that Park Geun-hye had already been suspended, and she just acted stupid with Hill.

But Hill really didn't know.

She also thought that the military parade was random every year on National Day, whether reading it or not depends on the mood.

"Hill, come with me."

After breakfast, Sikongqing took Hill to the third floor.

It looked like a dusty room.

"Yesterday I asked Auntie to clean it up," Si Kongqing pushed open the door, the bright room was flooded with sunlight, and the misty purple curtains were blown by the wind, "My piano room."

She hadn't planned to come back to this room because she didn't think she would be staying here for a long time.But it's different now, they have both agreed that they are with Hill, and the apartment doesn't seem to need to go back.

"Wow, what is this?" Hill saw the behemoth in the center of the room, "A piano with two rows of keys?"

She thought that the arrogant Si Kongqing would put a Steinway here.

Hill, who has never seen the world, only knows Steinway, and when he sees a keyboard, he calls out the piano.She felt that she had changed. Before eating instant noodles, she did not dare to add marinated eggs, but now she dares to think of Steinway.

"This is an electronic organ," Sikong Qing smiled, "Yamaha."

She sat on the chair, and Hill noticed that there was a row of keys under her feet.

"You can play?"

Hill blurted out a silly question.

Sikong gave her a clear look and decided to prove it with practical actions.

The white fingers danced between the keys, like floating stones, bringing complex and beautiful music.The silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded and shot.Her hands dazzled Hill, the girl couldn't imagine how she could write down such a long score, and the most important thing was...

Very handsome.

Si Kongqing is so handsome when he plays difficult songs.

"Does it sound good?" The player looked up at her.

"It sounds good!" Hill clenched his fists, "I want to learn coaches too!"

Many people are like this. When they see others playing the piano well, they want to learn the piano. When others play the saxophone well, they want to learn the saxophone. Anyway... it only takes 3 minutes.

"Do you really want to learn?"

"real!"

"Then," Si Kongqing stood up and took a step closer, "Pay the tuition first."

"Qingqing still plays so well."

Su Na listened to the sound of the piano upstairs and was deeply moved.

But after one song, the sound of the piano became messy, like the hands rolling randomly on the keys.

"Why did you start playing?" Sikong Ruoshui wondered, is he playing with his feet?

In the piano room they couldn't see, the girl's back pressed against the keys, and the sound of the piano drowned out the moans.

Chapter 98: The Illusion of Peace

"how do you feel?"

The man exhaled like blue, warm and moist.

"On your back..." Hill got a brief breath, struggling to look away from her face and gasping for breath, her waist was pressed against the keys, she was a little ashamed, "It's not very comfortable."

Si Kongqing was stunned, picked up the pillow on the back of the chair, and gently supported her, "Get up."

"Oh."

Hill obediently got up, and there was a pillow between his waist and the cold piano keys.

"Won't it be crushed?" She was still very distressed about the money, this piano was expensive at first glance, "Why don't you change the place."

"It's long overdue." Si Kongqing pressed the girl's body down again, "I mean the piano."

The piano sounded again, mixed with whispers and gasps.Hill's bewildered hand stretched out subconsciously, touching the edge of the note button.

The two used this Yamaha to play a movement called lust.Disorganized, but the most realistic portrayal of action and rhythm.The girl's bare snow-white skin contrasted with the black and white buttons, and her lips were separated by silk threads. Her kiss was like a drop of dew falling on her body, sliding down from the top, leaving a fiery road mark.

The unbuttoned, torn jeans fell into a ball on the ground, making the sound of the wind.The panties dangling from his ankles were shaky, as if they would be kicked off if they moved.And the girl's trembling, clean feet.

In the dimness of Hill, he vaguely remembered a description of Zhang Ailing.

"The beast drank from the first line of yellow spring in the dark cave, and the moor curled up with her tongue. She was a bat hanging upside down at the entrance of the cave, a remnant hidden in the deep mountains, violated, found, helpless, unreported, with An animal nibbles at her core."

The drunkard's intention is not about wine, but about...

Double. Between the legs also.

"Hill?"

Han Yueru called the girl next to her three times.

"what?"

Hill finally recovered.

"What's wrong, I was absent-minded early in the morning." The president sneezed, and it was still cold in the morning, "Why didn't Sikongqing come with you?"

"She," mentioned Sikongqing, Hill couldn't help but feel hot, "she thought this activity was boring and refused to sign up."

"Hey, it's great to watch the concert for free."

"Yes, I think so too." Hill echoed, "Where's Wen Yuyan? Are you not coming?"

"She writes novels at home on National Day." Han Yueru pouted.

"She still writes novels?" Hill raised her spirits when she heard that she was traveling with her, "What type?"

"...you better not know."

On the second day of the National Day holiday, they were outside the Panlong Gymnasium, where the volunteers of the Guofeng concert gathered.As a large-scale volunteer activity, volunteers naturally come from various schools and even universities.

What is Si Kongqing doing now?

Yesterday's performance reverberated around the beam, and she found that Si Kongqing's lower limit was getting lower and lower.If it was said that the night of the wedding photo shoot was an uncontrollable emotion, and it was a little jerky, then yesterday...it was pure indulgence, as if it were a matter of course.