Headline Marriage Contract

Chen Junze held the steering wheel, and the corners of his lips raised involuntarily. He kissed Tong Ye for so long, but he still couldn't get enough of it. That little star was cuter than he imagined...

Tong Ye got dressed, walked out of the dressing room and went downstairs, the doorbell of the villa rang, Tong Ye opened the door, Secretary Huang straightened his cuffs, and said politely: "Mr. Tong, Mr. Chen asked me to take you home .”

In the Mercedes-Benz, Secretary Huang was driving the car. Through the rearview mirror, he looked at Tong Ye who was sitting quietly on the back seat, and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, I was really surprised. Mr. Chen actually let Mr. Tong Take his car."

"Huh?" Tong Ye didn't quite understand what he meant.

Secretary Huang drove the car and said: "Actually... Mr. Chen's mother left him when Mr. Chen was very young. Because of this incident, Mr. Chen was rejected by the upper class for a while. Even Mr. Chen's father... He also treated him coldly, butler Liu said that Mr. Chen was very withdrawn when he was a child, he didn't like to talk, and always hid in the corner."

Tong Ye was stunned. He didn't expect that Chen Junze, who was arrogant and had a bad mouth, would have such a childhood. It turned out that Chen Junze was not as high as he thought, always aloof.

"Until Mr. Chen was ten years old, his mother began to send him money, and a large sum of money was credited into the account every month. Although he didn't see each other, Mr. Chen was still very happy. Gradually, he was no longer so happy. Silence, when Mr. Chen was 20 years old, his mother stopped sending money, so Mr. Chen bought the Maserati with the money saved before. For Mr. Chen, the Maserati was a gift from his mother. So he never let anyone get into his car, not even Mr. Rong, unexpectedly...he actually let Mr. Tong ride in his car, so Mr. Tong is very important to Mr. Chen, right?" Huang said the secretary.

I...is very important to Chen Junze?Tong Ye clenched his fists, his heart was beating fast, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, no, no fantasies, the person Chen Junze likes is obviously Rong Xia, don't be tempted just because of his little favors, just love If you have an illusion, the only one who gets hurt like this is yourself.

The Maserati stopped at the downstairs of Longteng, and Chen Junze got out of the car and walked into the company gate. Along the way, the staff were busy holding documents, and when they saw Chen Junze, they all stopped and said hello: "Mr. Chen."

Chen Junze came to the office in the building, went to the desk, opened the drawer, he was stunned, he saw a water tone bell with a big painted face, it was bought for him when his mother went to Japan to play when he was young.

Chen Junze picked up the water tone bell, and thought of the boy crawling out of the swimming pool, he smiled pantingly, with wet brows and eyes, and the tear mole under his eyes was very cute, he thought of the boy stretching out his fist, and said childishly: "Don't you I'm sorry, I retrieved your water tone bell for you."

Xiaoxia... Chen Junze shook the water tone bell, it was a nice and reassuring voice, Chen Junze sighed, and slowly closed his eyes.

In the evening, in the soundproof piano room, Rong Xia stopped at the reappearance of the music. He looked at his slightly trembling left hand, frowned, and the mole of tears under his eyes looked a little sad.

He knew that it was for his own good that Junze didn't let him continue practicing, but... the world tour was about to start, and he didn't want to postpone it. He hoped that his piano sound would travel all over the world, and that person might come back when he heard it?

Rong Xia sighed, he came to practice the piano secretly, or he should not stay for too long.

Rong Xia walked out of the piano practice room. A large truck was parked downstairs in the prosperous building across the street. Several workers moved a grand piano down. Rong Xia's eyes lit up.

He crossed the street, looked at the piano, and exclaimed in a low voice: "The collector's version of Steinway, with the signature of a famous composer on the cover... Excuse me, is this piano going to be moved into the Prosperity Group?"

The worker looked at the handsome, tall, and arrogant young man in front of him, and said, "Yes, this is a piano made by Mr. Mu, and it needs to be moved."

Mr. Mu...Rong Xia looked at the Steinway piano thoughtfully.