CEO, You Look Like My Daddy

Jian Haixi stayed at Qiao's house for more than an hour and understood Su rian in Qiao Ya's mouth thoroughly.

She talked a lot about Su ri'an in detail. In short, in Jian Haixi's view, Su ri'an in Qiaoya's eyes is a perfect person. She became famous when she was young, has very high musical talent, has soft hands in large and small awards, and is quite famous in the music industry, but she has no spirit of everyone. She is modest, polite and conscientious in her teaching career.

It's just a matter of time and fate. Such a talented and humble man was blind one day. From then on, he withdrew and returned to Xiangcheng to be a quiet ordinary people.

Qiaoya just knew that he suddenly disappeared one day. She didn't know where he went until she met him unexpectedly in Xiangcheng, and then they got along during this period.

At the end of talking to Jane Haixi, Qiaoya shook her head and said she didn't believe that Su rian would be disguised by the people behind her.

Jian Haixi sighed slightly in her heart. In the end, she didn't say anything, but said she would investigate it carefully.

Sitting in the car, Jian Haixi put his hand on the steering wheel. Before he could fasten his seat belt, he frowned and sent a text message to Mo Jue.

"Try his piano level and record his style."

After sending this message, she put away her mobile phone, stepped on the accelerator and left Qiao's house.

In front of the window of Qiaoya's bedroom, the wet air and morning wind in the morning brushed the curtains, bringing a burst of coolness. Qiaoya stood at the window with a cup and watched Jane Haixi's car go away, gradually sipping the corners of her lips.

The other end.

Mo Jue looked at the news he received and quietly put away his mobile phone. With one hand on his forehead, he raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him and continued to ask, "so you spend most of your time writing music at home?"

"Well." Su ri'an nodded, "it's not convenient for me to go out like this, so I usually stay at home."

"It's not good to always stay at home. Mr. Su should go out more to relax." Mo Jue answered without emotion and then said, "just don't know where you usually go out?"

Su RI settled down and replied honestly: "in the past, he used to deliver meals to friends in the hospital every day. Recently, because he wanted to help with the music part of the script killing activity held for Miss Jane and Miss Jane's cousin, he always met Miss Jane's cousin."

He answered everything as clearly as he faced the investigators.

"Since Mr. Mo is Miss Jane's friend, if I can help, I will not refuse," Su added.

Mo Jue frowned slightly and didn't answer. Instead, he took back his cocked legs, stood up and walked around Su ri'an twice.

"Mr. Mo?" didn't hear Mo Jue speak. Su ri'an asked suspiciously. The whole person didn't move.

"Alas, it seems that he really met his opponent." Mo Jue touched his chin and sighed.

With light in his eyes, he scanned and looked at the people in front of him. His voice was lazy, and he threw out such a specious sentence in a tone of indifference.

Under sunglasses, Su ri'an's eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of pure light flashed across the fundus of his eyes.

Although it was dark in front of him, his heart was like a mirror. The attitude of the visitor was lazy, but it was by no means easy. What seemed to come out of his mouth was almost a deep and shallow temptation. However, although he was powerful, but

Su ri'an smiled in the bottom of his heart. Although it was powerful, so what? He had already mastered each other's weaknesses.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm just doing Haixi a favor. Haven't you cooperated with her recently?" Mo Jue didn't sit down, but turned to the piano and said to Su ri'an, "Haixi said there may be something wrong with the script. I want to cooperate with your music to see if there can be other improvements. Can you please play a short paragraph?"

"Oh, this thing." Su ri'an, who turned his back to Mo Jue, gently answered, the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly aroused, stood up and said, "naturally."

He did not ask what was wrong with the script, nor did he feel how bad Mo Jue's excuse of "changing the script according to the soundtrack" was.

Maybe he didn't notice it, or maybe he just didn't care.

Su ri'an nodded faintly. The smile on his face disappeared at the moment he turned around. He came slowly, touched a corner of the piano, leaned slightly in the direction of Mo Jue and said, "please let Mr. Mo give way a little."

"Yes." Mo Jue answered, nodded and took two steps back.

He really just "let go". He didn't go far at all. When he retreated to the piano, he stood still, holding his chest with his hands and slightly leaning his head, quietly observing the man's every move.

Su ri'an's piano is a little old, with some damage on the surface and bumps on the edges and corners, but it can still be seen that the owner takes good care of it, and the repaired places are carefully protected.

Although it is a dead thing, I can feel the feelings of its owner over the years, so that it still shines faintly even if it is engraved with deep traces of the passage of time.

Su ri'an clasped his hand on the piano cover and slowly lifted it. His hands first explored the black-and-white keys, and then pressed the first note. His fingers danced gently to let the music flow out slowly.

His movements are very professional and skilled.

Even if Mo Jue doesn't have much attainments in music, he can hear that Su rian's level is definitely more than amateur level.

Neither his habit of playing the piano nor his proficiency in playing music can be cultivated in a short time.

There is no problem

Mo Jue frowned slightly and was surprised.

Thinking, he glanced at the stool at his feet, gently picked his eyebrow, and had another idea in his heart.

After taking a look at Su ri'an immersed in the piano, Mo Jue moved the tip of his right foot slightly back, hooked the stool next to him and moved forward gently.

"Bang Dang!"

The stool fell on the floor and made a noise.

"What's the matter?" Su RI, who was playing the piano, paused with his hands and slightly tilted his head in the direction of Mo Jue.

Mo Jue's eyes always focused on Su ri'an, and it was the other party's action that immediately made him squint.

If ordinary people hear an unexpected sound, their first reaction must be to look at it with their eyes.

But different from the blind, the blind will subconsciously turn their ears to the sound source, because they rely more on and trust their hearing than useless eyes.

If Su ri'an was really disguised by the man, his reaction should not be so natural.

Mo Jue bent down and picked up the stool. When he looked up, he inadvertently glanced at the guide dog not far away.

The dog was wilting on the ground, looking weakly in this direction.