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

Chapter 407 The name in memory (1)
Mingming glanced at the check, but didn't reach out to take it, "Sister Qing, I don't want to see you for money."

"I know," Song Qinghua smiled, but still stuffed the check into his pocket, "but you deserve the money."

Hearing her words, Mingming's eyes darkened.He raised his hand and gently pressed Song Qinghua's shoulder, saying: "You must be very tired recently, it seems that your complexion is very bad."

"En." Song Qinghua responded in a low voice.

After a while, Song Qinghua took Mingming's hand, "Okay, I should go."

"Miss Qing!"

Ming Ming stood up and held her arm, and slightly hooked her thin lips: "You...can't you stay?"

Song Qinghua's eyes suddenly sank, and his pretty face turned cold.She gently pushed Mingming's hand away, pursed her red lips lightly, and said, "Mingming, have you forgotten the rules of our game?"

The man's heart trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth tightened.That's right, Song Qinghua has always followed the rules of the game. She has always been on point with the men around her, without any physical entanglement.

"Miss Qing, I..."

"All right!"

Song Qinghua sighed, raised his hand to caress his cheek, and his tone gradually softened, "You are the one who has been by my side the longest, do you know why?"

Mingming nodded bitterly, because of his face.

Song Qinghua's eyes moved, his usual cold and arrogant expression said, "So, you have to remember the rules and don't break the rules!"

Seeing how she turned to leave, Mingming slightly turned his face to the side, staring at his own face in the mirror, frowning more and more tightly.

On the way back by car, Song Qinghua looked awe-inspiring.Holding the steering wheel with both hands, she unknowingly drove the car to Song's Music Shop.

Parking the car on the side of the road, she raised her head and looked at the piano store, her heart feeling heavy.This is the beginning of the Song family. The Song family started from here, and only a little bit has achieved today's glory.

Song Qinghua sighed, gently pushed the door open and entered.

"President!" The clerk saw her coming and hurriedly opened the glass door.

The light in the piano store was good, Song Qinghua put down the bag in his hand, walked along the outside, and walked past the pianos placed one after another.Before her father died, she had promised to pass on the piano business. Every once in a while, she would come here just like her father did back then, to see those treasures that his father once cherished.

In the center of the store, there is the grand piano.Song Qinghua raised his foot and walked over, and touched the edge of the piano cover with his palm.This piano is a gift from her father to her mother. She can still remember seeing her mother sitting in front of the piano and playing the most beautiful music for her when she was a child. After decades, this piano is still perfect, but Her parents have already left her.

Song Qinghua's eyes darkened, and he suddenly felt lost.This piano is not for sale, no matter how much the customer pays, the Song family will not sell it.

She couldn't help but walked to the piano bench and sat down, and opened the piano cover.

On the top of the piano cover, patterns of sea waves are carved.Every time Song Qinghua saw that icon, she would feel peaceful. She knew that her mother liked the sea, so her father made the sea waves the symbol of Song's Piano.

Dad, Mom, I miss you so much!
Song Qinghua lowered his eyebrows, raised his slender fingers, and slowly landed on the black and white keys.She recalled the mother in her childhood memory, and the look in her eyes became softer and softer.

The melodious sound of the piano reverberated throughout the exhibition hall, and the guests who came around to choose the piano looked over from time to time.Song Qinghua sat in front of the piano bench, his gentle eyes were like water.

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There was a burst of applause behind her, and Song Qinghua looked up suspiciously, only to see the man standing opposite her, with a gentle face and a slight smile in his dark eyes.

"The sound quality of spruce wood is really extraordinary." The man was wearing a black suit, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Song Qinghua was surprised, but there was also a hint of joy in his heart, "You also know how to make pianos?"

"Know a thing or two."

The middle-aged man standing in front of the piano has handsome features.He raised his head slightly, his deep eyes were full of light.

Song Qinghua pursed her lips, making sure she had never seen this man before, but when she looked at the man's deep eyes, her heart tightened for no reason.

There was a burst of applause behind her, and Song Qinghua looked up suspiciously, only to see the man standing opposite her, with a gentle face and a slight smile in his dark eyes.

"The sound quality of spruce wood is really extraordinary." The man was wearing a black suit, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Song Qinghua was surprised, but there was also a hint of joy in his heart, "You also know how to make pianos?"

"Know a thing or two."

The middle-aged man standing in front of the piano has handsome features.His slender figure was tall and straight, and in his slightly raised eyes, a pair of deep-set eyes were full of light.

Song Qinghua pursed her lips, making sure she had never seen this man before, but when she looked at the man's deep eyes, her heart tightened for no reason.

"You play the piano very well." The man spoke again, and Song Qinghua retracted his fingers resting on the keys.

Song Qinghua stood up and smiled politely.

The man quickly withdrew his gaze, turned around gracefully, and walked along the stage of the piano shop.Every piano here is guaranteed to be handmade. Song's Piano Company has a fixed output of pianos every year, so the price has always remained high.

Song Qinghua looked over curiously, and saw him standing in front of a black grand piano, his black eyes couldn't stop looking at him.

"sorry sir."

The clerk came over in time and patiently explained: "This piano has already been reserved."

The man's sword eyebrows frowned, and a look of disappointment obviously flashed in his eyes.

Calling the clerk casually, Song Qinghua pointed to the piano in front of him and asked in a low voice, then the clerk walked towards the man standing in front of the piano again, "Sir, you can book another one."

"Reservation?" The man narrowed his deep eyes, and immediately took the clerk's order and filled in the required information, "How long do I have to wait?"

The clerk looked at the form he had filled out and said with a smile, "Because our violins are all made by hand, the general cycle takes forty days. If you are in a hurry, we can rush the work, but it will take a month at the earliest."

"Okay." The man raised his handsome face slightly, which was considered to be approval, "I can wait."

The clerk confirmed the man's phone number and told him to notify him as soon as the piano arrived.

Soon, the man pursed his lips and left. When he passed by Song Qinghua's side, he paused slightly, nodded politely, and then left directly.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the piano store, Song Qinghua stared at the black car slowly driving away, frowning slightly.This man seems to have a lot of research on violin making. Seeing that his speech and behavior are not like ordinary people, she curled her lips and couldn't help but speculate.

Driving back to the villa halfway up the mountain, Song Qinghua stopped the car and walked inside.

(End of this chapter)