Domineering baby: I want this daddy

【426 Miss Tang's Strange Taste】

"Okay!" Putting away the gun on her waist, the long-haired beauty made an OK gesture, "I agree, godson, remember to save time, I have an appointment for hot pot tonight."

"Understood, godmother."

After the next sentence, the man's expression was a little impatient - in an Italian city, insisting on going to a Chinese restaurant for a hot pot dinner, what kind of weird taste is this?

Speaking of which, Miss Tang, the current godmother who is the acting head of the mercenary Tang Sect, has never taken an unusual path.

"Three ten minutes." Tang Shuang looked at him with a solemn expression at this moment, and said in a low voice, "Stone, they have human self-explosive bombs and anti-danger bombs placed in advance, don't be in a fight, if you can't find anyone within 10 minutes, come back ,understand?"

"Godmother", Nangong Tou replied with a smile, "I have to say, the time you gave is too much."

Too much……

Before Tang Shuang could reply, he looked up and saw that black shadow that was as fast as the wind had disappeared from sight and sneaked into the woods.

She sighed a long time, lowered her head, her black hair poured down like a waterfall, covering her fair and beautiful face, her expression was full of frustration——

Her standard half-hour lunch break was wasted again...

****qian***mo***mo*******Original release****

When Yan Xiaoyu arrived in the building where Brando presided over the organization office, he saw that in the huge conference hall, Brando was the only one sitting on the front black leather sofa.

He leaned up slightly, and embedded his head in the soft black leather. He had changed his clothes at this time, pure black cotton cloth, slightly in the style of the robes of the Republic of China, the shoulders were just right, and the chest was dark gray with gold-plated buttons , bringing a bit of rigidity to the transparent black of the whole body. . . .Tall and straight, the drooping corners of the robe added a roundness to his whole person, and he didn't feel any inappropriateness or weirdness in wearing such clothes in such an era.

For this man, Xiaoyu is only surprised and amazed that he can wear any clothes with taste.

She didn't know a man who always had a clean and tidy demeanor. Every piece of clothing, every item and even every accessory he wore could complement each other without being obtrusive.

This is a gift, a God-given quality that sets us apart.

Brando leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. He didn't know whether he was thinking or taking a nap. Xiaoyu walked to the glass door of the meeting room. When he opened the door, he realized that he was enjoying the music with his eyes closed.

I don't know what kind of song it is, but I feel that the sound of the song is weird, the mode is changeable, and the ensemble is sad and shrill, full of sadness.

Brando closed his eyes and listened fascinated, as if he didn't even notice the little fish coming in.

Yan Xiaoyu didn't make a sound, but stood there quietly while holding the cake box.

After waiting for nearly 10 minutes, Brando finally opened his eyes when the last soft and lingering whine fell to the ground——

When he saw Xiaoyu, he was not surprised at all, he just smiled and asked, "Why don't you sit down and listen?"

It turned out that she had come in early in the morning.Xiaoyu shook his head and explained, "I'm sorry to bother you, besides, I don't understand either."

"I don't understand..." He seemed to laugh at Xiaoyu's words, he shook his head, sat up straight and said to her, "How can the greatest artist in the world not understand my music?"

his music?

"You composed this piece?" Xiaoyu waved his hand in surprise, "I'm not an artist. I just learned a little bit from my sister when she studied classical music. I don't understand anything..."

As he spoke, he became suspicious again, hesitating, "How could you write... such a sad tune..."

Has he also experienced sadness and a story?

But isn't his favorite, Jane, always by his side?

"It's not sad," Brando corrected, shaking his head, "it's kind of sweet."

"Sweet?" Xiaoyu frowned, "There are only two musical instruments used in the whole piece, one is the most expressive musical instrument in the world, the piano; My instrument, the cello. In this piece of yours, you use a lot of minor chords and blues scales, these are the dark emotional expressions of the music..."

"I wrote it many years ago." Interrupting her, Brando said flatly, "At that time, I thought, a person died."

Xiaoyu was startled, for some reason, he thought about the battle between the Tenth Prison and the Black Fear Nameless School many years ago, and his expression paused.

Perhaps it was at that time that Jane also suffered a life-threatening death, so Brando was so worried.

"By the way, cake..." She didn't continue the topic, put the cake on the table, pushed it forward, and said seriously, "I'll give you a present for Jane, birthday cake."

Brando didn't answer her words, and whispered to himself, "I thought I would never see this person again, so every time I play this song, I regard the memory of her as a kind of sweetness. Now... ..."

His eyes were quiet and fixed on her face, "No need."

Xiaoyu couldn't understand what he said at all, but he knew that he looked at her with a heavy and cautious gaze. In other words, in his eyes, what she saw was not others, not Jane, only herself, only Yan Xiaoyu was right.

Her mind was in turmoil, because she couldn't figure out what was going on, so she stood at the desk thinking chaotically, when she felt a rush and raised her eyes to say goodbye to him, she suddenly felt a coldness hit her left cheek...

Turning his head, he saw Brando's handsome face very close at hand.

Before he had time to dodge, his cold and soft lips had already landed on her cheek, taking away a sweet kiss that left no fragrance but traces.

Even though it was just a light peck on the cheek, Xiaoyu was still dumbfounded, jumped away in one breath, glared at him and growled, "Brando, what are you doing!"

"Thank you." He touched his lips, with a half-smile still on the corner of his mouth, "Thank you little black cat for your hard work in making the cake for me."

"I said I just came to give you the cake for Jane..."

"Of course I have to accept this thank you for her." Brando took her words and smiled straight at her.

Xiaoyu was a little angry, looked at him and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"I seem to like this gift very much." Brando continued to laugh, and it was so rare that even his eyes curved into crescent moons. "What should I do?"

What can I do? What can I do?Just eat it!

Xiaoyu opened his mouth to answer, and saw that Brando had spontaneously untied the rope that tied the cake, and started to insert the birthday cake candles by himself.

Looking at the candle count, he is the same age as Master Tou.

"Sing me a song."

As if celebrating his first birthday, Brando rested his chin on one hand and looked into Xiaoyu's eyes with great interest.