Deliberately seduce

Chapter 141

Gentle touch came from the fingertips, Jiang Yunmu held his hand, quietly leaned to his side and said softly: "I asked, there will be no piano performance in this concert."

Zhou Shiyin's originally frowning brows gradually relaxed, and he wrapped Jiang Yunmu's hand in his palm with his backhand, and turned to Director Qian with a polite smile on his face: "In this case, it is better to be respectful than obedient."

Qian Dong nodded very satisfied, looked sideways at Wang Dong and made a gesture of invitation: "Wang Dong please."

Wang Dong smiled enchantingly, glanced at Chen Qihou who was standing there, and walked ahead with Qian Dong.

Chen Qi, who was helping Wang Dong with the bag, stood there hesitating for a while, then hurriedly followed.

"I should have rejected their invitation directly." Jiang Yunmu looked at Zhou Shiyin, and it was obvious from her tone that she was not interested in this concert at all.

As soon as she got home, she received a call from Secretary Qian Dong. The general content was that Qian Dong was very satisfied with her successful overseas cooperation with her lover at home, and specially invited her to go to the concert together.

Rumor has it that this concert is only open to senior internal members, and ordinary people can't even get in. Qian Dong was able to invite her, which shows that he attaches great importance to it.

However, Jiang Yunmu, who only wanted to lie at home with his dead body, had no interest in such a so-called high-class occasion, but it was hard for her to refuse Qian Dong's invitation in person.

"Since you're here, you'll be safe." Zhou Shiyin raised his hand and stroked her hair with a gentle tone.

Jiang Yunmu nodded, put his other hand around his arm, and entered the concert hall with him.

The repertoire played in the concert hall is some classic classical music.

Qian Dong boasted that he had a little understanding of these pieces, so he listened very carefully.

Wang Dong was obviously not interested in listening to the music, his fiery eyes were fixed on the cello on the stage, the handsome young man raised his hand and bit his thumb with interest.

Jiang Yunmu was incapable of appreciating these tunes, and soon his eyelids became heavy, and he looked drowsy, and his head tilted to the side uncontrollably.

A hand went around her neck, cupping her face and gently moving her head onto solid shoulders.

The tip of the nose was lingering with the light fragrance of iris cedar, Jiang Yunmu rubbed it subconsciously, and muttered softly: "Zhou Shiyin..."

"Go to sleep." Zhou Shiyin patted her on the shoulder and coaxed her softly.

Chen Qi sat silently in the row behind them, lowered his eyes and quietly watched Jiang Yunmu leaning on Zhou Shiyin's shoulders, and then moved his eyes to Zhou Shiyin's body, his eyes were dark.

With the end of the last song on the stage, the whole concert is drawing to a close.

Jiang Yunmu also woke up, turned his head away from Zhou Shiyin's shoulder, and quietly stretched while Qian Dong was not paying attention.

"You wake up as soon as the concert is over, so you pick your time." Zhou Shiyin leaned into her ear and teased.

Jiang Yunmu raised his hand mercilessly to push his handsome face away, and said solemnly: "No way, I have been listening to their performance carefully all the time."

Zhou Shiyin, who was pushed away, had a warm smile on her face, and reached out to ruffle her hair in a mess.

"Zhou Shiyin!" Jiang Yunmu grabbed the hand that was acting recklessly on top of her head, stared at him displeasedly, and protested softly, "You don't talk about martial arts..."

Before he finished speaking, the lights of the entire concert hall flickered with the sound of an electric current.

Zhou Shiyin's hand stopped, and the smile on his face froze.

Jiang Yunmu also felt the instability of the light, and he cried out inwardly, subconsciously looking sideways at Zhou Shiyin.

I saw Zhou Shiyin staring closely at the scar on his left wrist that he didn't know when it was exposed, his brows were furrowed, his breathing was a little heavy, and his lips were faintly pale.

Jiang Yunmu followed his gaze to look at the wound on his hand, a flash of surprise quickly flashed in his eyes.

The last time I didn't have time to take a closer look, I thought there was only a shallow scar on his wrist from when he was in Baiyunchuan, but I didn't expect that there was a thin scar under the scar.

The wound scabbed and fell off early, but there were still traces left, which shows how deep the wound was at that time.

How many injuries did Zhou Shiyin suffer?
Jiang Yunmu only felt that the beating of his heart seemed to freeze for a moment, and the eyes he looked at Zhou Shiyin were full of distress.

The lights dimmed again, and Zhou Shiyin's fingers trembled slightly.

"Zhou Shiyin, look at me." Jiang Yunmu quickly diverted his attention, took Zhou Shiyin's cold hand with both hands, and looked at him firmly, "We can leave soon."

Zhou Shiyin closed his eyes to suppress the unstable emotions in his heart, and held Jiang Yunmu's hand tightly.

Jiang Yunmu calmed Zhou Shiyin's uneasy emotions, while keeping an eye on the lights in the concert hall, for fear that the lights would go out in the next second.

Fortunately, the lights lasted until the end of the concert.

The person in charge of the venue came over with an apologetic face and explained the situation to Dong Qian and the others. The problem with the lighting just now was caused by factors such as insufficient voltage, and asked them to leave the venue as soon as possible to avoid accidents.

Qian Dong shook hands with the person in charge expressing his understanding, and turned his head to inform Jiang Yunmu and the others of the situation, only to see that she and Zhou Shiyin had long since disappeared from their positions.

Before the last music ended, Jiang Yunmu took Zhou Shiyin and left the theater early, not caring at all that such impolite behavior would make Dong Qian unhappy.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Yunmu helped him to sit on a wrought iron armchair by the side of the road, and handed him a bottle of water with a worried tone.

After taking a sip of water, Zhou Shiyin obviously calmed down a lot, his face returned to normal, and he showed a comforting smile to Jiang Yunmu: "It's all right now."

But Jiang Yunmu's frown didn't relax because of his pretended relaxed words, his eyes kept fixed on the scar on his left wrist, and his voice was a little hoarse: "This wound..."

Zhou Shiyin looked down at the wound that was accidentally exposed, pulled down his sleeve to barely cover it, and said calmly, "It's just an old wound."

Jiang Yunmu raised his hand distressedly, wanting to touch his hand: "When did you get hurt?"

Zhou Shiyin subconsciously avoided Jiang Yunmu's outstretched hand, glanced away, and said in an unnatural tone, "I don't remember."

Jiang Yunmu's frustrated hands stopped, and he opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a word.

The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

The sun was setting in the sky, and the warm color sprinkled on the two of them, as if they were coated with a layer of rays.

After a long time, when the last outline of the sun was hidden under the horizon, Zhou Shiyin looked at Jiang Yunmu and said, "It's getting late, I'll take you back."

Jiang Yunmu nodded, she came in Secretary Qian Dong's car, she didn't drive her own car.

Just as Zhou Shiyin took out the car keys from his jacket pocket, his cell phone rang untimely. It was Han Xiaozhou calling.

(End of this chapter)