Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 564 Definitely bring back a championship for my sister!

As Qiao Anchu thought so, his hands kept moving.

Afterwards, the crisp and pleasant piano sound slowly flowed out from the fingertips.

Elegant and moving, sometimes as wild as a galloping horse, sometimes as happy as a mountain stream, every syllable makes people mesmerized.

As soon as the song landed, Dong Yan and Grandma Qingzhi slowly opened their eyes, clapped their hands, and couldn't help sighing: "It's great."

It has to be said that her piano level has improved to a new level now, and she is completely different from Qiao Anchu a few months ago.

Qiao Anchu was not very surprised to receive these compliments, on the contrary, she was humbled, "Mom, grandma, I'm so honored, it's all thanks to Mr. Hibbert's guidance!"

Qiao Yimo raised her eyebrows, retracted her fingers tapping on the table, and said nothing.

Qiao Anchu stared at Qiao Yimo for a while, suppressed the hostility in her eyes, and asked harmlessly, "Sister, what do you think of my song just now?"

Qiao Yimo lazily leaned on the sofa, she looked at Qiao Anchu's smug smile, and smiled, "Although I'm not an insider, I can tell that the music is really good."

Qiao Anchu didn't expect Qiao Yimo to understand. After all, Qiao Yimo didn't know anything about the piano. Say you understand!

It was so funny!

Even the piano refuses to admit defeat?

Immediately, she smiled, "Sister, if you ask Hibbert to give me some pointers, maybe you can be with me too"

Qiao Yimo leaned on the sofa, tapped the table rhythmically with her slender fingers, and added: "But this song is quite familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere."

Qiao Anchu was interrupted by her and questioned about her work. She felt a little flustered, but she still squeezed her skirt tightly and tried to get back to normal, "Sister, what do you mean by that? I wrote this song myself at Royal Music. It's my original creation! I don't know if you are questioning or denying me?"

Qiao Yimo tilted her head, brushed the hair in front of her forehead, her smile was mixed with a bit of chill, the corners of her mouth were hooked evilly, and she said with a half-smile: "I definitely don't mean that, what I mean is, excellent work There may be similarities."

Qiao Anchu clenched her fists tightly, her nails sank into her palms, and the grip was painful.

Hehe, Qiao Yimo, you think you really understand.

Just for a moment, Qiao Anchu thought that she was really exposed.
However, Liang Yin hasn't come out for a long time, and probably no one will remember her original song.

According to Qiao Yimo's piano skills, how could he know someone like Liang Yin?

So Qiao Yimo just said that because she was jealous of her current level!

Hehe, it's really sour chicken.

"An Chu, your sister is right. Excellent people's works will be similar. You are too sensitive." Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Dong Yan quickly stood up and spoke.

"Yes, An Chu, you are as good as gold. If someone doubts you in the competition, you should show a firm attitude. Your work is yours after all."

Grandma Qingzhi persuaded him to make peace, because she felt that Qiao Anchu's emotions were too superficial, and if he went to the actual battle, a person with this personality would suffer a lot.

Qiao Anchu's words fell into Qiao Anchu's ears. She glanced at Qiao Yimo and said with a smile, "Then thank you for your compliment. My sister must work hard to bring back a champion."

(End of this chapter)