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Sang Qingshi spent 10 minutes in the car to calm himself down, more on a psychological level.

A few months ago, he resisted all opinions and adopted the orphan of the well-known illegitimate son under the guise of his demented grandfather, so that no matter whether he married or not in the future, Sang's family would have successors.

As for whether this little cousin who just didn't wet the bed will be successful in the future, whether he can take over Sang's, that's up to him. At this stage, what he wants is to shut up the mouths of other Sang's people, and cut off their desire to fight for power. quiet.

Of course, if the child is gifted and savvy, Sang Qing would not mind spending energy on cultivating him to become a true heir. If not, then choose someone else at that time, after all, it will be 30 or [-] years later.

He doesn't value blood inheritance, and has no plans to have children. He doesn't care whether he will inherit the honor and disgrace of his life, and he is not interested in leaving much property to his children and grandchildren.What he loves is only the career itself and the pleasure of holding power.

He is 31 years old, well-educated, in good health, has no bad habits, and has made some achievements in his career. He is a self-disciplined person.Today, however, he desires the uncle of his adopted child.

Even if it was just out of a man's instinct, he felt out of line.

What's more, that "uncle" is still a 19-year-old student. If you really do something to him, it will not be illegal at best.

Simply outrageous.

Sang Qing slammed the accelerator heavily in agitation, and drove away from this "land of right and wrong".

Ever since Tang Yuan unilaterally thought that he and Sang Qing had become friends, when he was in class, working part-time, or eating, he always counted the days intentionally or unconsciously, looking forward to Saturday afternoon.Although I was looking forward to it at first, I just looked forward to seeing Xiao Yezi, and I still avoided Sang Qingshi, wishing that he would not be at home.

He looks much closer with his stern face, especially when he has a thin smile on his thin lips, which complements the heroic look of his brows and eyes. He is a mature and abstinent handsome man. Even Tang Yuan, who is of the same sex, finds him charming after a few more glances. .

Suddenly the classroom was filled with eruption and wailing, Tang Yuan turned around with a dazed expression, not knowing what happened at all, and only after asking the students next to him did he find out that there was an in-class quiz.He lowered his head and poked the corner of his eyebrows with the barrel of a ballpoint pen, and stuffed the books on the table into the bag in a nonchalant manner. The backpack tilted, and a small and delicate iron box fell out, hitting the ground with a "slap".

The exam was coming up, he didn't have time to open it, he thought it should be Xiao Yezi's toy that fell on him, so he picked it up and threw it back into the bag.

Until the next afternoon when he arrived at Sangqing, he didn't think about this small box again.

Seeing Tang Yuanlai, Xiao Yezi was more excited than usual, took his hand and mysteriously dragged him into the side hall, and pointed fingers at her aunt, not asking her to talk to Tang Yuan, playing tricks.

Tang Yuan thought that he had made some amazing handiwork to show himself, so he put on an exaggerated expression, and was about to say "wow" in admiration. Unexpectedly, what jumped into his eyes was a pitch-black and shiny grand piano, which was really sincere "Wow" came out.

Xiao Yezi said that he had taken a piano lesson and knew how to move his hands correctly, so he took Tang Yuan's hand and began to gesture.Tang Yuan, who had no understanding of music theory at all, saw such a beautiful piano for the first time, and played along with Xiao Yezi for a long time.

As soon as Sang Qingshi entered the door, he was pierced by the magic sound that was out of tune and out of tune, and made a soft "hiss" in embarrassment.Auntie happened to be tidying up in the living room, she pointed to the living room, and said with a smile: "Xiao Yuan is here, the two of them are playing, the older child likes this piano more than the younger child."

Sang Qing lowered her head and twitched the corners of her mouth, then turned to her aunt and said, "Ask the piano teacher if he can add an extra class on Saturday afternoon, and teach the older ones as well."

Among the children my aunt took care of, there were quite a few who learned to play musical instruments, and they knew a little bit about it. They shook their heads and said regretfully, "Xiao Yuan can't learn, how can he have time to practice."

Sang Qingshi didn't speak any more, and went upstairs.

Hearing his aunt talking to someone, Tang Yuan stopped playing the piano carelessly, pricked up his ears and recognized Sang Qing's voice.

He ran out of the side hall but saw no one.

"Aunt Xu, is Mr. Sang back?"

"Just got home and went upstairs."

The stairs were already empty, Tang Yuan felt a little lost for no reason.

The aunt remembered what Sang Qing said when she entered the door, and half-jokingly said: "Mr. Sang said that he would ask the teacher to give you piano lessons."

Tang Yuan's eyes lit up, and he looked at his aunt in disbelief, "Give me lessons? Really?"

Apparently it was true.

When Sang Qing went downstairs after changing her clothes, she happened to see Tang Yuan pestering her aunt to ask her about finding him a piano teacher.

"Do you want to learn piano?"

Sang Qingshi wore a set of dark casual clothes and went downstairs without rushing, proving to himself that a man's aura has nothing to do with suits and shoes.Tang Yuan was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and raised his eyes to meet his serious questioning gaze.

Tang Yuan didn't say he thought about it, but his thoughts were all written on his face.

"Do you have time and place to practice?"

Tang Yuan lowered his head and whispered embarrassedly: "I can go to the school's music room to practice after class."

"Then you should come here at this time every Saturday, and I'll ask a teacher to teach you." Sang Qing made a decision indifferently, and glanced at Tang Yuan when passing by, "Set an example for Xiao Yezi."

Tang Yuan nodded excitedly, learning the piano, that was something he never dared to think about since he was a child.So he diligently chased Sang Qing into the bar, snatched a cup in front of him and pointed to a row of refrigerators, wine cabinets and coffee machines behind him, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

Sang Qing raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

"Occupational disease." Tang Yuan joked about himself with a smiley face, "I'll tell you the truth, I've been working in a restaurant for a long time, even if I'm eating out, as long as someone next to me calls 'waiter', I can stand up reflexively, several times. It scares my classmates every time."

Sang Qingshi held his forehead with one hand, almost laughing.

Xiao Yezi suddenly called them from behind: "Uncle Tangyuan, Brother Qingshi!"

The little short-legged man ran over, not tall enough for the bar table, raised his face and asked Tang Yuan, "Why did you suddenly run away, Tangyuan?"

When she turned her head to look at Sang Qing again, she pouted and said childishly: "Brother is back, you won't play with me anymore, just play with brother."

Tang Yuan turned around in embarrassment and opened the refrigerator, and got a bottle of soda for Sang Qingshi.As soon as Xiao Yezi said it, he realized that he had indeed waited for Sang Qing all afternoon.

Sang Qingshi reached out and hugged the mulberry leaf by the waist, put it on the bar chair next to him, and explained to him: "No, Tangyuan has something to tell me."

Sang Ye said sensiblely, then curiously raised her chubby little hand and asked, "Tang Yuan, what is this?"

He was holding a pink square tin box in his hand, which was about the size of the toys he usually held, and no one noticed it just now.

Tang Yuan looked intently, seemed to have an impression but couldn't remember it, and asked uncertainly, "Is it mine?"

Sang Ye nodded: "Yes, it's in your schoolbag."

Only then did Tang Yuan remember that this thing fell out of the side pocket of his schoolbag when he was in class yesterday, because he had no time to look at it because of the exam, so he put it back in the bag again.While taking it, he tilted his head pretending to be stern and said, "Sangye kid, how can you rummage through other people's bags."

Sang Ye sighed calmly and helplessly: "I didn't rummage around. It was your bag that was thrown around. I want to help you pick it up."

Tang Yuan stuck out his tongue and even apologized to Xiao Yezi, the lid of the iron box had already been lifted by him.

There are a few things stacked inside, because the bumps have messed up the original arrangement for a long time.

Tang Yuan poured out the things one by one, and saw clearly that it was a bunch of keychains used by girls, a few candies, and a note folded in half.

Sang Qingshi unscrewed the soda water and took a sip, thinking that it was someone else's love letter to Tang Yuan, who was still young.

Even a few candies are bright red hearts in transparent packaging.

Tang Yuan unfolded the note and saw the lively and beautiful handwriting on it: Thank you senior for helping me pick up the key, this is for you, if you like it, you can let me know on WeChat, please eat candy!

The meaning is concise but not explicit, followed by a series of micro-signals, the method of striking up a conversation is quite clever.

Although Tang Yuan couldn't remember what this girl looked like, but he was naturally thin-skinned, and immediately blushed with embarrassment.But Sang Ye was still stretching her neck waiting for him to speak, so she could only put the note into the box pretending to be calm, and explained solemnly: "Uncle helped others, and someone wrote a thank you letter to uncle."

Sang Ye's originally excited and expectant expression collapsed, and she sighed in disappointment, "It's not a love letter, hey, when will I have Aunt Tangyuan."

You can fool the little ones but not the big ones, Sang Qingshi pushed the soda water bottle in his hand, got up and left, "Put away your wedding candy, it's all pigmented, don't give it to Xiao Yezi."