Ex-wife is not allowed to run: Satan's chief favor

The hands of the clock on the wall pointed to 07:30, and the ticket for the concert in his hand was crumpled by Rao Mengyu and spread out in the palm of his hand, crumpled and spread out again and again, hesitating.

It was an admission ticket for a piano recital, with melancholic and deep blue prints, a calm and inclusive color like the sea, VIP seats, and the opening time was at [-] pm.

Rao Mengyu looked coldly at the crumpled admission ticket in his hand, and watched the blue print become distorted, just like seeing Kang Mina's mad face yesterday.

To go, or not to go?

She asked herself over and over again in her heart.

If she goes, Kang Mina will definitely be angered, and there will be another hysterical yelling at that time. She doesn't know if she can still bear the unrestrained insults and scolding from that crazy woman, but in conclusion One thing more is worse than one thing less!

However, if you don't go...

She thought, if she didn't go, she would definitely regret it for the rest of her life!

Mu Fan is a rare ray of sunshine in her dark life, a ray of warmth that can illuminate her whole life. The future is such an unknown thing. No one can guarantee that this ray of sunshine in her life will Light up for her forever!

Maybe, after Mu Fan left, the story between them also came to an end, didn't they?

"No, I'm going, I must go!"

Taking a deep breath with difficulty, thinking that this might be the last time she saw Mu Fan, Rao Mengyu didn't think about anything else anymore, she grabbed her coat and rushed to the theater where Lin Mufan was performing.

Along the way, looking at the gradually darkening sky, looking at the bleak passing street scene, the autumn is already very deep, and the large leaves of sycamore trees flutter down like butterflies in a tragic and sad posture. Wrapped in the coat, she suddenly felt that her eyes were so dry, her vision became more and more blurred, and the slightly hot liquid crawled all over her snow-white cheeks unknowingly.

------------------------------------The dividing line of fingertips------------ ------------------The theater is located in the center of Taipei. Although it is small in size, it has a unique artistic atmosphere.

The fine lights of the dome are shining like stars. There is a big red curtain on the stage. Rows of flower baskets are placed neatly and orderly along the front of the stage. A vip seat is empty, which is particularly eye-catching.

A false door was gently pushed open. There was no light in the dark room, and the faint light that suddenly penetrated from outside the door outlined the man's handsome and silent profile.

Lin Mufan was wearing a neat black dress, a white shirt, and a very delicate and elegant black bow tie around his neck. His jet-black hair was neatly combed.

He is a rare pianist in the music world, not only has superb piano skills, but also has a handsome and gentle appearance, just like a piano prince.

Tonight, his farewell concert was held in a grand manner. The enthusiastic audience outside the curtain who were waiting for his music could no longer hold back, but he didn't seem to care at all, and refused to show up for a long time.

"Leon, the performance is about to start, why are you still so absent-minded."

Manager Miss Jun turned on the light in the dressing room and slowly approached the silent handsome man.

"You have to know that this is your last performance in Taipei, and it is also your last performance for nearly a year and a half. Next, you will be sent to the United States for a fully enclosed advanced study. I want you to promise me this No matter what, you have to give me a perfect ending this time."

She didn't want to put pressure on him, but his current state really worried her.

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion. But please go out now, I want to be alone."

He spoke lightly, without any emotional fluctuations between his brows, but there was a firmness that could not be ignored.

Miss Jun had no choice but to raise her eyebrows and leave angrily. The room, which was originally quiet, became even quieter now.

The man is like a silent sculpture, covered in melancholy all over his body.

will she come

Would she come in the dress he had chosen for her?

He didn't know, and he wasn't sure.

Yes, he has never been sure about his little words.

Not sure what she was thinking, not sure what position he had in her heart, not to mention whether the distance between Taipei and New York would make them strangers after eighteen months.

Sometimes, he felt that she was a little girl who didn't understand anything. She would always remain the same as when he first saw her when he was three years old. She was innocent and fragile, and needed his support and care.

But sometimes, he felt that she was like a gust of wind that couldn't be grasped, swaying, wandering around, her tenacity, her forbearance, sometimes even a big man like him couldn't do it.

does she love him

Will she wait for him?

Did she know that that white dress was his most sincere promise to her?

At 08:30, the music sounded loudly, and the tide of applause swept over his eardrums. His body suddenly became stiff, and his heart was pounding. When the curtain opened, she...would be there Does what he looks directly respond to him as well?

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