Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Jing Jiaren smiled, and the atmosphere at the table was heated up instantly.

This feeling of a family working together to deal with outsiders and working together is quite good.

Jing Jiaren stepped on the white cashmere carpet to the piano stage on the stone steps.

With an elegant posture and a beautiful face, she is definitely comparable to the most noble goddess of laurel...

The vase on the piano is full of bright red roses, exuding a magnificent fragrance...

This golden piano is carved with retro and elegant patterns, the three legs are arched like a tripod, and the long piano bench is more like a chaise longue.

Jing Jiaren was wearing a long black lace-silk dress with her sleeves still intact. Her slender fingers brushed over the keys of the piano to adjust the tuning.

Ye Xin originally had the expression of waiting to see the joke...

Seeing Jing Jiaren's skillful movements of tuning the voice, he suddenly changed, and his body slumped down on the chair.

Jing Jiaren flipped through the piano score on the shelf.

It is true that she seldom touches the piano, so she can't remember the music... It's more than enough to deal with Ye Xin.

This sheet music is made difficult by Jian Jian.

The easier the front, the harder the latter...

However, the complexity of the song is only average. (That is to say, whether it is the easiest or the hardest, it will not exceed the boundary of the intermediate level.)

Jing Jiaren turned to the last page and felt that this song could also be mastered.

Ximen Longting picked up the crystal cup and took a sip of wine, then lifted his lips and said lightly, "My wife has long hands and long fingers."

Everyone: "..."

"Playing casually is the sound of nature."

Everyone couldn't help but look at their fingers. Could it be that their fingers are very short?

It feels like Ximen Longting is showing off...

His wife has two eyes.

Does anyone else have only one eye? !

Wen Xinnuan is a joy, anyway, among women, the most beautiful woman must be the one with the most slender proportions and the longest hands.

The sound of the piano is flowing, like the original sound from a CD, pure and ethereal...

This is a fine piano, and the sound quality is already very good.

But Ye Xin didn't tune it, it didn't match the scale she played.

With Jing Jiaren's deft hand, the whole feeling is far worse...

The slender hands are flowing, and the shoulders rise and fall with the fingers playing, as if the most beautiful sea monster is playing in the night.

It blends perfectly with the piano.

Jing Jiaren handles it with ease...

Obviously, her ability is far beyond playing this level of music, which is very different from Ye Xin's performance just now.

Ye Xin bit her lip and lowered her head heavily, being hit like a frog in a well time and time again.

She is used to being competitive no matter what, and it is difficult to accept the current situation - she is not as good as Jing Jiaren in everything.

It should be said that the difference is too far too far.

Ximen Longting shook his wine glass and suddenly told a story.

The general idea is that a nouveau riche opened a mine and became worth tens of millions. After leaving the original slum, he thought he was a rich man.

But when he wanted to step into the upper class, he found that all his assets were not enough for rich people to buy a sink!

Even Wen Xinnuan understood Ximen Longting's innuendo: "There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

"So to be a human being, it's better to be modest. Don't lose sight of your own identity." Ji Ziang thought for a while, and said, "Otherwise, you'd be making fun of yourself and being shameless——Ximen, is that what you mean?"

Ye Xin's hands clenched into fists tightly, and her nails dug into the palm of her own.

Compared with beating her up, this kind of humiliation is more painful and embarrassing.