A Romantic Night: Get a CEO Home

"Japanese food, sushi, and Turkey fork." Sumuni sat down happily, began to unpack the bag and took out four boxes of bentos, including sushi, Turkey fork for cooking, a bowl of wolfberry soup and a fruit.

Jin Beisen's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the rich lunch in front of him. Suddenly, he thought of the lunch that Zhou Manchun prepared for herself last night. The woman was hungry and wanted to eat with herself. It was stupid.

But sumuni is different. Sumuni only prepared one. Jin Beisen didn't ask her. It seems that she has already eaten it.

Jiaru hospital.

Zhou Manchun is sitting in the office drinking milk. Yang Yiming went to Switzerland yesterday. He seems to have taken away all the happy cells in the office. No one is chattering in her ear. Zhou Manchun feels bored instead.

Colleagues in the office do their own things, some lie at the table in the morning, some are writing papers, or studying case reports, which are surprisingly quiet.

Zhou Manchun has no work on hand for the time being. She is very efficient and does things with great vigour. So she is bored to surf the Internet in her spare time.

She brushed her microblog casually, and suddenly saw a message about "Midsummer Night Dream" on the hot microblog search. The piano competition held every five years is about to start again. All the famous pianists or music lovers in the world will gather in Vienna, and only this competition can bring so many music lovers together.

It's just this year, Zhou Manchun won't go to the competition again.

Five years of time, just like a flick of a finger, has changed too much. Zhou Manchun reaches out her finger and puts it on the keyboard. Her hand is white and thin. She was born to play the piano, but now she picks up the scalpel.

Music has always been her dream. Now, she has forgotten how happy she is when she plays the piano.

Zhou Manchun likes music, not because she likes the feeling of standing on the stage to be admired by thousands of people, and she doesn't like the applause of the audience. Her favorite is the feeling of playing. Music can express a lot of words that people can't say, and can depict a beautiful picture for people.

But the world is so big that Bole is hard to find.

Zhou Manchun continued to browse the web page, and suddenly saw a picture of herself when she was competing five years ago. In the picture, she was wearing an elegant dress, her mouth was shining with confidence, and the lady was sitting on the piano bench.

Maybe there are many people who don't know her, but Zhou Manchun will always remember that day.

She gently forked out the web page, sighed, and lay in her chair, with the Golden Hall in her mind.

This kind of competition may be the only chance in my life.

Zhou Manchun has some regrets in her heart. When she was a child, others were playing. She was playing the piano. When others were tutoring, she was still playing the piano. She always felt that the piano was an inseparable part of her life. Because of music, she knew the best girl in her life.

They met at the Youth Palace, when they were only five years old. Zhou Manchun vaguely remembered that little figure with a violin.

They have a common goal, which is to become the most tacit music partner in the world. They used to smile and say that they would have a global tour in the future, so that people all over the world could hear their music.

But the dream seems to stay in place

The piano is the king of musical instruments, and the violin seems to be born to accompany the piano. Even in such a relationship, the man never said anything. Zhou Manchun's moving place is here, and the man makes friends with her sincerely.

Her thoughts were rolling and she recalled many things in the past. They walked together in the sunset hand in hand. It was such a common scene, which made Zhou Manchun unforgettable.

Zhou Manchun can still play the piano now. Her foundation is still there. Over the years, her piano skills have been well practiced. But music needs soul. If it is not performed with heart, it cannot express the true meaning of the music.

The competition of "Midsummer Night Dream" is held in every country every year. Zhou Manchun thinks that her piano skills can only pass the competition now. Her music is short of soul and she will definitely not reach the final.

Weng quietly did not know when he came to Zhou Manchun's back, still holding a puff he made.

"Xiaochun, a puff for you." Weng smiled quietly and politely.

"Thank you, sister Weng. The Qifeng cake you made last time has been on my mind for a long time. It's really delicious." Zhou Manchun put away his sad mood and took the puff cake from Weng's quiet hand.

"If you like it." Weng smiled quietly and looked kindly.

"I'll leave some for little Qi." Zhou Manchun began to open the packaging bag as she said it. Weng Jingjing was a famous sage in their hospital. She could make everything. She didn't say anything about Chinese Western food, Western pastry or Chinese pastry.

"No, you can eat it. I'm ready for Xiaoqi's share."

"Where's Xiaoqi?" Zhou Manchun looked left and right. Jiang Jingqi would come into the office during the lunch break.

"I don't know about her."

A village dessert shop with snow.

Jin Shuwen asked Xu Ningsheng to have dinner, so she pushed off the notice in the afternoon. Recently, her drama finished, and finally came to an end. Jin Shuwen decided to have a good rest.

Xu Ningsheng went to Jiaru hospital in the afternoon to bandage and change the medicine. He wanted to see Zhou Manchun, but later on he thought that there was nothing beautiful. Since Zhou Manchun had a boyfriend, there was a wall between them. What Xu Ningsheng could do was to wait for her in silence.

"When did you arrive?" Xu Ningsheng sat opposite Jin Shuwen with a smile, dressed in a clean white shirt, with a cool face and a slight smile in his eyes. His tone was very gentle.

Jin Shuwen likes chatting with Xu Ningsheng very much. Since she last met, Jin Shuwen and Xu Ningsheng chat on wechat every day. Sometimes she still relies on Xu Ningsheng to call him.

Xu Ningsheng didn't feel disgusted. Anyway, he didn't have anything to do in the evening. In addition, he didn't have to go to work in the summer vacation recently. There was no one to talk at home. It's good to have a chat with Jin Shuwen.

In this way, the relationship between the two seems to be closer, and there is no embarrassment when they meet. They can naturally watch each other chat.

"Just arrived." Jin Shuwen saw the fragrance floating in her bright eyes, and her heart was beating fast.

"What would you like to eat?" Xu Ningsheng's long fingers opened the menu on the table, and the gentleman handed it to Jin Shuwen.

Xu Ningsheng knows that Jin Shuwen is Jin Beisen's sister, and also knows that Jin Shuwen is a big star. At first, he didn't want to be friends with Jin Shuwen, but Jin Shuwen was not bad. Xu Ningsheng thought that he would make friends with Jin Shuwen if he went back one yard.