he is so spoiled

I don't know which word in this sentence made Su Nuo happy.

He suddenly smiled, as if remembering something, he whispered a name very lightly.

"Gu Chen."

The tip of the tongue was against the jaw, and the slightly trembling vocal cords made people hear the endless tenderness for no reason.

As if these two words are different, with magical power, Su Nuo's whole body is covered with an indescribable gentleness.

It's not the kind of indifference that Qiao Wenshan has seen in the past, who doesn't seem to care about anything.

Anyone can see that this person is different to him.

Curious, he couldn't help but look at Su Nuo again.

With just one glance, I found that I couldn't move it anymore.

This smile is too seductive.

The slightly narrowed eyes make the originally round cat pupils lose their immaturity, and appear narrow and deep, as if they want to suck people in deeply.

The beauty lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, her eyes fluttering, like the lotus on the shore, leaning against the spring breeze.

Qiao Wenshan was fascinated by the color of that smile, and for a moment he forgot what he wanted to say.

But that smile was very short, as if at the moment when he was in a trance, the looming curvature of Su Nuo's mouth disappeared without a trace.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been in a daze for a long time. He cursed himself a few words in his heart, and quickly moved his eyes away to silently recite the mantra.

Finally, I know why Su Nuo doesn't smile usually.

This laugh is too terrible, it is a disaster for the country and the people. If you laugh like this when you meet people outside, who can resist it?I'm afraid I don't know how many unnecessary troubles I will cause.

Qiao Wenshan made up his mind and took a look at Gu's surname. He probably knew that it was almost inseparable, but he really wasn't sure whether his boss's boss was called by the name just now. He swallowed his saliva and continued cautiously. Follow up: "Mr. Gu?"

"correct."

Su Nuo was confused by his question, and raised her eyes to look at him.

Those eyes were very simple and straightforward, and there was a bright suspicion in them.

Qiao Wenshan choked on that look.

For a moment, he really wanted to pry open Su Nuo's head to see what kind of structure was inside.

What kind of powerful nervous system structure can make a person so calm about everything?

Let's not talk about whether the music master Gludman is a teacher or a tutor, but just looking at the shocked and excited expressions of the old professors in the room just now, how can Su Nuo's piano skills be poor?

From his point of view, it is clearly a genius level that is rare in a hundred years.

Where is he with a starlet?Obviously he picked up the treasure!

As far as Su Nuo's ability is concerned, what kind of singer would she be in the entertainment circle if she didn't become a pianist with such a great musical talent?

There is a big difference between an artist and an actor, and everyone knows how to choose.

Even if she likes to sing, Su Nuo's singing skills are not weak at all, and her comprehensive strength is so strong, why do she have to find a sponsor?

The gold master is even more strange.

He didn't take the initiative to introduce resources to Su Nuo, and he didn't see how he praised them. He carefully selected and built a studio and used it to control and maintain fans.

On the contrary, he was worrying about things like hiring Su Nuo a tutor and going to school. How could it be seen that he was a benefactor raising a young lover?This is obviously raising a son, right?

If Mr. Jiang hadn't given a little insight last time, he would really feel that Su Nuo and that Mr. Gu are definitely related by blood.

The car was parked in the basement on the first floor of Kairui Entertainment.

Qiao Wenshan got out of the car and opened the door for Su Nuo, feeling uneasy, "Shall I accompany you to see Song Jianing?"

Su Nuo shook her head, "No need."

Qiao Wenshan was in a hurry to get angry, and he didn't care whether he should tell him some things or not. He began to persuade him earnestly, "His affairs are not as simple as you think. Do you know why his agent hired him? Because he was hired by several people before." However, seeing that he has stumbled, several bosses want to take advantage of it and get him back, and anyone who wants to help him will have to get all messed up!"

"...Well, I see."

"Then do you have any plans in mind? He is in trouble now, why do you still see him? You don't really want to help him, do you?"

"I don't know." The elevator door opened again with a ding, and Su Nuo walked out first.

The assistant was waiting at the door, "Young Master Su, Brother Qiao, I brought Song Jianing to the living room."

"Thank you."

Su Nuo walked straight towards the living room.

Qiao Wenshan hurriedly followed, ignoring the people beside him, "My ancestor! You must not help him! Have you forgotten what kind of person he is? Be careful and you will be bitten back!"

When Su Nuo entered the room, Song Jianing was not sitting down, he was standing against the wall looking at the green radish in the corner, holding an iron box in his arms.

It was snowing outside the window, it was the time when the world was icy and snowy, but the room was as warm as spring, and the greenery of the green plants growing in the greenhouse stretched out again.

Su Nuo didn't speak, and sat down on the sofa by herself.

I slept late yesterday, and this morning I had a bumpy morning again. Su Nuo sat on the sofa, feeling a little tired, so she took a soft pillow from the side to hug her, and slid her legs down to relax her body. Lie on the back of the sofa.

It's like he didn't know there was anyone else in the house at all.

Hearing the movement of Xixi Suosuo, Song Jianing came back to his senses in a daze, and then turned around to look.

He has lost a lot of weight. Last month, I saw a tall and well-proportioned boy, as if he had suddenly contracted a serious disease, so thin that only skin and bones remained. He didn't have any makeup on, and his eyes were black and blue. He looked a little scary at first glance. .

Su Nuo frowned unconsciously.

Song Jianing saluted this way from a distance, "Su Nuo, this is the first time we meet, my name is Song Jianing." While talking, he walked over with a bright and sincere smile. If you ignore the embarrassment on his face, it can be called It's a gentleman.

But with the current situation, it seems completely weird.

He sat on the sofa chair across from him, smiled and looked at Su Nuo. After ten seconds of eerie silence, he seemed to have encountered something funny, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Su Nuo still leaned on the sofa, looking at him coldly.

He laughed loudly at first, but slowly the cheerful laughter became weaker and weaker, perhaps because his eyes were too cold, Song Jianing's feigned strength began to falter, and in the end he could only feel embarrassed Covering his eyes with his hands, he didn't even have the courage to meet that gaze again.

There was an urn sound of "click".

A drop of tears dripped down his fingers and hit the iron box he was holding on his lap. Song Jianing hung his head, sucked hard through his nose a few times, and choked up, "I haven't been back for a long time."

He was sad and wanted some comfort.

But after waiting for a long time, he raised his head and peeked at Su Nuo, only to find that Su Nuo's expression didn't soften at all, and he still didn't intend to pay attention to him.

Song Jianing can only make himself more honest.

He wiped away his tears indiscriminately, sat upright with his hands on his knees, forced himself to sit in a schoolboy posture on the soft sofa, slowed down his trembling breathing, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry."

Su Nuo didn't want to hear an apology, an unknown emotion flashed across his eyes, he sat up and threw the pillow aside, "What can I do for you?"

Song Jianing glanced at Su Nuo, then pushed the small box that he had been holding like a baby to Su Nuo, with some apprehension and anticipation, "I will go back to Hope House this year for Chinese New Year, and I will put all these away like the previous ones. Those put together."

He opened the lid, and there was a thick stack of envelopes inside the box. Song Jianing took out the top one and handed it over carefully, "I wrote this on New Year's Eve, do you want to read it?"

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