Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 107 Not His Match (3)
Mu Liang didn't want to see these two people, and hated them when he thought of them.

Ever since Xin Xin met Sheng Mingzhan that day, the plan has run aground again.Mu Liang was in a complicated mood. She remembered what Sheng Mingzhan said that day, and she felt restless.

In the past two days, as long as the mobile phone rang, she would be inexplicably nervous and uneasy.

When it was almost time to get off work, Mu Liang received a text message.She swiped the screen to look, slightly surprised.Unexpectedly, it was Fu Jinchen's text message. He said that he would not go home for dinner tonight, and told his family that she didn't have to go back either.

Is this special care for her?
There was a warm current in Mu Liang's heart. She was busy with work these days and didn't have time to go to Mu Yi. It just so happened that she didn't have to go home tonight.After she came out of the company, she went straight back to the Zizhu mansion.

But he didn't want to, Mu Liang was in vain.There are still many books on the coffee table, but Mu Yi is not at home.

Mu Liang suspiciously called his younger brother, but he answered quickly, but his tone sounded a bit strange.

"Xiao Yi, where are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Mu Yi walked to the side holding the phone and said, "Sister, why are you here?"

"Can't I come?" Mu Liang frowned again.

"No," Mu Yi hurriedly explained, "I'm outside."

"I know you're outside, who are you with?"

Mu Yi turned his head slightly, saw someone sitting not far away, with gentle eyes, and said, "Together with my classmates."

Hearing what he said, Mu Liang didn't become suspicious.Since Mu Yi was hospitalized, many classmates have come to visit, so she didn't stop her, but just told her: "You guys have fun, but don't be too late, come back early."

"Don't worry." Mu Yi assured, then hung up the phone.

After a while, Mu Liang simply tidied up the house and left.It's rare that I'm free today, and I want to come back to see my younger brother, but this stinky boy still went to reunite with his classmates.

Carrying the bag, Mu Liang ate a bowl of wontons as he passed the snack street.She bit the hot wonton, remembering the last time Fu Jinchen sat across from her in disgust, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up.

Sometimes, Fu Jinchen's appearance is quite cute.

After eating, Mu Liang walked back satisfied.The weather was cool in the evening, she didn't want to go back so soon, Fu Jinchen was not at home, and when she went back, she would face a whole family who had nothing to say.

Walking to the commercial street, Mu Liang looked around boredly, and the corner of her eyes glanced at the piano store on the corner of the street. She was startled, and suddenly remembered that today is Wednesday, and the grandfather she met last time said that she could open every Wednesday. to play the piano.

Thinking of the piano, Mu Liang was in a good mood, and happily walked towards the piano.

At this time, there are no customers in the piano shop.Mu Liang pushed open the glass door, and someone naturally greeted him, "Welcome."

Mu Liang smiled and said, "I'll just take a look." She looked around, and at a glance she saw the figure in work uniform cleaning the piano.

"grandfather!"

Mu Liangfang walked over lightly and stood behind Song Rufeng with a pleasant voice.Unexpectedly, he was really there.

The voice was somewhat familiar, Song Rufeng turned around and saw it was her, and immediately burst into a smile, "Little girl, you are here."

"En." Mu Liang nodded, and saw that he was wiping the pianos in the store one by one with a rag in his hand.

"Why are you doing things alone?" Mu Liang was a little unhappy, thinking that these people don't know how to take care of the master?

Song Rufeng smiled, put down the rag in his hand, pulled her to the side, and said, "I did it myself."

After a pause, he pointed to the pianos in the shop, smiling, "I want to come and talk to them regularly, and wipe the dust off them, if they don't see me, they will get sick."

Mu Liang understood what he said, and couldn't help laughing: "Grandpa, you are so funny."

Song Rufeng looked at her with gentle eyes, "These are my treasures, I gave them life with my own hands, I don't cherish them, who will!"

"You know how to make a piano?" Mu Liang was surprised.

Song Rufeng put down his rolled up cuffs and replied, "I've been doing it for decades."

"Wow!" Mu Liang admired and gave a thumbs up, "Grandpa, you are really amazing."

This little girl smiled, and it was pleasing to look at.Song Rufeng reached out and touched her head, and said with a smile, "You not only like playing the piano, but you are also interested in making the piano?"

"Interested," Mu Liang nodded, "I'm interested in anything related to the piano."

It was rare to see such like-minded people, and Song Rufeng couldn't hide his joy in his eyes.He raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Are you here to play the piano today?"

"Can I play it?" Mu Liang asked uncertainly.

"Of course." Song Rufeng pursed his lips and chuckled, "I promised you."

"But..." Mu Liang glanced at the shop assistants around him, with a hesitant expression.

Song Rufeng reached out and pulled her to the front of the piano, "Don't worry about playing, no one dares to care."

Hearing his words, Mu Liang instantly felt that grandpa has a lot of status!
Sitting in front of the piano bench, Mu Liang's irritable heart instantly calmed down.No matter what she encounters, whenever she touches the black and white keys with her fingers, the whole person will become calm.

In the chair here, Song Rufeng stared at Mu Liang's fingers flying, his eyes became more and more gentle.She is skilled in fingering, and the tune she plays is beautiful. It is obviously the same tune, but after passing through her hands, it has a special flavor.

Mu Liang's expression of concentrating on playing reminded Song Rufeng of his long-dead wife.Meiqiong also looked like this when she was playing the piano back then, sitting peacefully and beautifully in front of the piano bench, with a pure smile on her lips.

In the evening, a black car drove into the villa.The driver opened the car door, Song Qinghua got out with the bag, and walked into the living room.

"Where's Aiyu?" Song Qinghua asked the servant after changing clothes upstairs.

"Miss is out."

The child is not at home?Song Qinghua frowned, and when he saw the person who had just entered the door, he smiled and said, "Dad, why did you come back?"

Song Rufeng took off his coat, handed it to the servant, and walked in, "I just went to the piano store."

Helping his father to the restaurant, Song Qinghua sat beside him, "Leave it to me, don't you feel relieved?"

Song Rufeng looked at his daughter with doting eyes, and said, "I don't worry about those pianos."

Song Qinghua's father's feelings for the piano shop are like a mirror.She handed over the chopsticks with a gentle expression, "Dad, the piano shop is the hard work of you and mother, and I will definitely take care of it."

"Good boy!" Song Rufeng nodded in satisfaction, and stretched out his chopsticks to eat. He glanced at the table and asked, "Where's Aiyu?"

"She went out." Song Qinghua said, covering for her.

Song Rufeng sighed, and his eyes fell on his daughter's face, "Tsinghua, you are too spoiled for Aiyu! She will be the successor of our Song family in the future, so she has to practice a lot."

(End of this chapter)