Good evening, My flash marriage husband

When Jiang Muye's hand was on the piano, an yunqi's heart soared.

His strange and refreshing smell was full of hormone breath, which made her face as red as blood and her heart beat like a drum.

Naturally, the song was defeated.

Fortunately, an yunqi, who has studied piano for more than ten years, soon adjusted her rhythm and finished the rest of the waltz with Jiang Muye.

After the song, an yunqi bit her lip and looked up at him: "brother Muye, you are still like a child. I was... A little nervous just now."

Jiang Muye nodded.

Mu Chunxiao got up and said with emotion: "I haven't heard the song of your cooperation for more than ten years. It's still the same as before."

An yunqi stood up at the right time and naturally pushed Jiang Muye's wheelchair back to the reception area.

Looking at Jiang Muye's pale face, Mu Chunxiao said with a smile: "Qiqi, take Muye to see your childhood photos. I'll go to the kitchen with your father to see how the lunch is going. We'll have dinner later."

An yunqi nodded gently: "OK."

……

Study.

An yunqi took down a heavy album from the bookshelf. The style of the cover is old and looks like something of some years.

She came to the desk with a photo album and stood beside Jiang Muye: "brother Muye, do you remember when you were a child?" She blinked in a playful tone.

Jiang Muye light a: "the impression is not too deep."

An yunqi said with a smile: "I'll open the photo album. I didn't look good when I was a child. Don't laugh at me."

Her voice is soft and waxy, but it is different from that of an Xiao. There is a charm in her voice. On this point, an Xiao has always been magnanimous.

After a few pages, an yunqi stopped: "here, this is the group photo of the two of us. It's also the only one."

In the photo, the boy is dressed in black with clear eyes, and the girl's white princess skirt is childish.

She turned her head to him with a sweet smile.

Jiang Muye is sure that the girl in the picture is an yunqi and the boy is himself.

The memory did not recover, but the blurred image was indistinctly consistent with the picture.

"At that time, did you live here?" Jiang Muye's tone is light.

"No An yunqi smiles: "this house was bought later. When I was a child, my family lived in qingshuiju."

"Qingshuiju?" Jiangmuye's eyes are deep: "what's the number?"

"18."

An yunqi smiles gently: "after we moved out, the house was given to my uncle's family... My cousin an Xiaojia, who met me in Jinse a few days ago."

"Is that your house?" Jiang Mu Ye's eyebrows are deep.

An yunqi nodded for a moment and then said, "but my cousin and great aunt don't know about it... My uncle went early. My father thought it was not easy for them to be orphans and widows, so he said that the house was left by my uncle..."

Speaking of this, an yunqi's eyes were full of tears: "my cousin is also very poor, so no matter how she treated me for so many years, I always..."

She pursed her lips in a broad-minded manner: "it doesn't matter."

Jiang Muye didn't respond to her passion. He only asked in a cool voice, "so this photo was taken in qingshuiju?"

An yunqi wiped her tears with her fingers and said, "yes... Do you think of any?"

Jiang Muye hooked his lips: "No."

An yunqi put down her heart: "it doesn't matter. If you can't remember it, you can't remember it. Anyway, it's all old things."

She pauses and laughs: "by the way, there's something interesting."

"Well?"

Jiang Muye murmured, his voice was deep and magnetic, which made an yunqi's face red again.

"I heard from my father that there was an old engagement between us, which was made by my grandfather's generation..."