Daddy, Here Is Mommy

Nan Huaijin turns back to the living room and hands the jade flute box to Lu Yiyao.

"Yi Yao, try it and see if you can blow it?"

"Well, I'll try."

Lu Yi Yao gets up to take the box, sits down and opens it.

A jade flute floats into the eye.

Gentle and transparent.

It's worth a long time.

Such a precious thing, Nan Huaijin didn't bring it back to Phoenix Terrace, but kept it here all the time.

Nan Huaijin looks at him quietly, and her doubts are getting deeper and deeper.

Lu Yiyao almost devoutly takes the jade flute out of the box, palms and caresses.

Nan Huaijin noticed that in his deep and narrow eyes, his emotions were rolling. His face was slightly moved.

"What is the relationship between him and the owner of the jade flute?"

When Nan Huaijin is confused, Lu Yiyao puts the flute on his lips.

Lips move.

The jade flute gave a faint sound.

“……”

Nan Huaijin still doesn't speak, just watching quietly.

Lu Yi Yao's action of holding a flute reminds him of a man.

This man is the former owner of Huadao.

His name is Minglang.

Lu Yiyao tried to blow again, his knuckled fingers were flying up and down, and the melodious melody was slowly flowing out.

"Well?"

After listening for two minutes, Nan Huaijin's heart tightened and her eyebrows frowned.

He squinted and looked at Lu Yiyao again.

His sight was inexplicably blurred. He seemed to see the dark wave sitting in front of him, playing the flute and smiling at him warmly.

What's going on today?

Why do you always think of these old people?

Qinghuan.

Dark waves.

So they appeared in front of themselves.

Do you miss them too much?

Blowing, Lu Yiyao slowly got up and went to the window.

He faces the sea with his back to Nan Huaijin.

Nan Huaijin slowly moved her eyes from him and closed her eyes slightly.

Others thought he was listening to the flute. Who knows, he's trying to keep his mind in check.

When Bo Yuheng came over, he heard the melodious and graceful flute sound from a distance. The footstep slightly stagnates, then stops, the complexion is still fierce.

"King, is there anything wrong?"

Fu Qinglun didn't know why he stopped suddenly and went forward to ask.

"Listen carefully."

Bo Yuheng stood still and stood with his hands on his back.

"Yes."

Fu Qinglun answered and had to stop.

The people behind him stopped.

Listening to the flute, Ali felt a little nervous.

"Isn't this Mr. Ming Lang's" no return "? How could... "

The sound of the flute became more and more graceful and melodious, and the expression on each face was different.

Or surprise, or indifference.

Bo Yuheng Ling lie's eyes seem to be some divergent, do not know whether he is immersed in the sound of the flute?

The sound of the song is still the same.

Although Fu Qinglun is not as clear as Ali, what kind of music is this. But when he saw Bo Yuheng's manner, he understood that this piece of music must be closely related to him.

Because he had never seen Bo Yuheng so distracted.

A moment later.

Bo Yuheng came back to his senses and spoke bitterly.

"Go."

"Yes, king."

Fu Qinglun nodded slightly, stepped forward and followed.

Ali's face was calm and followed.

Soon, the party arrived at the villa gate. The sound of the flute hasn't stopped, and most of the pipers don't know they're coming.

"King..."

The guard at the door saw Bo Yuheng and called down his head.

“……”

Bo Yuheng was cold and didn't look at them. Without waiting for the pass, he walked straight to the living room.

He didn't know that Nan Huaijin was in the living room at the moment, but was looking for the sound of the flute.

The huge living room "poured in" so many people, suddenly felt a little crowded. The faint orchid fragrance added a bit of muddy smell.

Nan Huaijin opened her eyes and looked at the door of the living room.

A dark shadow came towards him. Without looking closely, we could know who it was?

He got up slowly and called to Bo Yuheng in a low voice. Tone, full of light alienation.

"King..."

This is Huadao. It's a private residence. He doesn't have to call it that way.

The corner of the mouth of Bo Yuheng's cold four smoked, and his face seemed to smile.

Nan Huaijin expressed his attitude by saying "Wang Shang".There is no kinship between them.

“……”

Bo Yuheng, with one hand behind him, came step by step. His eyes were fixed on Lu Yiyao, who was playing flute in front of the window.

Nan Huaijin gets up to say hello to him. He doesn't even turn around and still plays the flute.

"Lu..."

Fu Qinglun just wanted to remind him that Bo Yuheng stopped him.

"You all go down."

"Yes, king."

Fu Qinglun nodded, and then led the ruthless and another bodyguard to go out.

"Ali, you go down, too."

Nan Huaijin also spoke to Ali.

"Yes, sir."

Ali couldn't help but look at the land wing standing in the window. There are many doubts in my mind.

"How could master Lu play this song? I thought it was Mr. Lu This young master Lu is more and more difficult to understand... "

He didn't dare to stay any longer. He turned around and walked out with a light door.

"Secretary Fu, this way, please."

"Good."

Fu Qinglun did not refuse and responded with a smile.

Merciless but standing at the door, refused to leave.

Ali looked at him and didn't insist on the invitation.

Different ways do not conspire.

He and heartless, since he chose a different master. In the future, I'm afraid it will become more and more antagonistic.

"You two stay and let me know if you need anything."

Ali left the captain and a guard at the door. Even if this is Nan Huaijin's territory, but Bo Yuheng's means he knows, naturally need to be careful.

"Yes, LIGO."

The captain of the guard and another guard stood at the door.

In the living room.

Lu Yiyao seems to be immersed in the music and completely blocks everything around him. He seems to have no idea that there is a "big man" in this living room.

Nan Huaijin also did not remind him, let him continue to blow.

Bo Yuheng comes over and stares at his back.

Sea breeze, blowing the land wing, white clothes, back more lonely and lonely.

Bo Yuheng's deep eyes become tighter and tighter, and his hands behind him can not help tightening into fists. His icy face was covered with frost.

In his seclusion, he seems to be back 30 years ago.

A handsome young man in white, holding a jade flute, stood on the highest reef of Huadao, facing the wind and waves. Slowly, he turned and laughed softly.

"Ah Heng, I've made a new song. Do you want to listen to it?"

"Good."

At that time, Bo Yuheng was very handsome and elegant. His eyes were light, just like glass. But now, under the influence of power, his eyes gradually became cold and cruel.

The young man turned around again and put the jade flute on his lips. His fingers were flying and the melodious sound of the flute flowed out.

Everything in heaven and earth is quiet, even the sea breeze is much softer.

Until now, Bo Yuheng still remembers this song.

No return.

When Nan Huaijin sees Bo Yuheng staring at Lu Yiyao's back, she is a little distracted. She can't help but smile.

He sat down again, picked up the celadon teacup in front of him and sipped it.