But it's Mengmeng who makes him fall in love

Chapter 816 Guess who the little boy is
Although on the one hand, Xiaomeng inevitably has the idea of ​​raising such a son for nothing, but on the other hand, the relationship between Prince Huang, who is not good at getting along with others, and the piano teacher at the National Children's Art Center is good. good.

He is willing to give away tickets to Matthew Moore's piano concert.

The venue of the concert was not too far from Yin's house, and it took four or ten minutes to drive to the venue.

It has to be said that the little guy's costumed posture is not exaggerated at all. All the people waiting to enter the venue are dressed in gentlemanly and dignified clothes, as if not dressing formally enough would desecrate the concert.

The piano performance is about nine 10 minutes in total.

As soon as they arrived, they saw the teacher waiting for them at the door. Prince Huang's eyes were very sharp. He pulled Su Xiaomeng and walked over.
"Hello, Teacher Ke."

"Huaiyu, here you come. Mrs. Yin."

A middle-aged man in his forties has a moderate belly and looks a little bloated, but he is very easy-going and soft-spoken, with a delicacy that does not match his appearance.

"Mr. Ke, Huaiyu will trouble you to take care of you. I'll wait for you outside. Call me when you're done, okay?"

"Well, yes, Mom."

Yin Huaiyu responded, and Teacher Ke also greeted Su Xiaomeng, and then entered the arena side by side with tickets.

Su Xiaomeng yawned. In the afternoon when there was nothing to do, people would inevitably fall asleep a little bit more. Su Xiaomeng walked around outside the arena, looked at the introduction on the flyer, and glanced at the playlist for fun. There are fewer and fewer people outside the arena, so Xiaomeng didn't stay here any longer, and planned to find a cafe outside the arena to daze...

She walked out on this side, but a big and a small one hurried in on the other side. The small ones were really small, dragging a young man to run inside, complaining while running,

"Xiao Yan, it's all your fault...it's already late!"

"Okay, you've been blaming me all the way, can you calm down? Isn't it a few minutes late..."

Matthew Moore's piano recital, generally speaking, no one will be late...

Su Xiaomeng listened to the child's childish complaints, feeling a bit like a little ghost, so she couldn't help but take a closer look, but when she turned her head, one big and one small had already run to the entrance, Xiaomeng only saw that The back view of the boy wearing suspender jeans and Martin boots, and looking from the side... the red mark behind the bangs on the forehead of Feng Yangqi who was run away.

Su Xiaomeng smiled, taking it for granted, thinking that it was a popular decal among children.

Two days ago, Shuangshuang got a few stickers from nowhere and put them on her forehead and the back of her hands. She still thought she was pretty.

Turn around and go out to find a cafe.

Just a few steps away, her footsteps stopped again...Xiao Yan...I seem to have heard this name somewhere.

It's a pity that I can't remember it at this time.He beat his own head, only complained that he was getting old.

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The seats of Yin Huaiyu and Teacher Ke are not good seats. A particularly good seat is either internally digested, or someone with special money and status, or is lucky...

After taking his seat, Yin Huaiyu didn't make a sound, and soon, the performance began truthfully. Teacher Ke, who was sitting next to Prince Huang, could see the light in Prince Huang's eyes when Matthew Moore came out...

And at this moment, a little child, about five or six years old, dragged a young man in and hurried in, and moved to the two vacant seats in the middle of the front row...

Yin Huaiyu stared at the little boy who fell into his sight, and frowned suddenly, "It's that kid..."

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