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Cheng Qingyao is very curious. He doesn't know what his son will say? Is it a ghost like Niannian, or a serious man like Yao Yao? She was curious. Her eyes were full of expectation: "how did he answer you? Directly say his mother's name, or say 'guess'?"

Nan Youjin chuckled and pointed to her: "you're still smart. You guessed right. That's what you said. But do you know how he asked me to guess? He kept playing the piano without saying a word."

As he spoke, Cheng Qingyao made his fingers play the piano. Cheng Qingyao was surprised. He didn't expect this result at all. He was surprised and said: "Playing the piano? He hid his answers in the music? You understand his music and you understand his answers? Wow, does your son want to be so smart? He feels very good and has personality. He is completely different from reading Yao Yao. Brother Youjin, is your son still here? I suddenly want to see him. I feel so cool!"

"Come on, don't be too busy praising him. He has something better."

"Ah? What better?"

"Yes, even better! Doesn't he play the piano? Do you know how he tangles it? His fingers don't touch the keys and hang in the air."

"Or hanging in the air?"

"Yes, just like what I saw at the first sight, his fingers were hanging in the air and didn't touch the keys at all. That is to say, I didn't hear a sound after playing a song. In addition, his fingering was strange and different. The faster he played, the faster he played. When he came to the back, my eyes were dizzy and couldn't move away."

"No, so powerful?"

"Yes, it's so powerful. His fingers seem to absorb souls. I didn't hear a sound until the end. What about him? He looked proud and smiled at me wickedly. 'well, I've told Daddy the answer. As for whether daddy can understand, it depends on daddy's accomplishments'. I Bah his fucking accomplishments. I have everything but no accomplishments."

Cheng Qingyao was surprised, curious and couldn't help laughing. "There aren't many people who can make brother Youjin anxious. I also feel that brother Youjin has met a real opponent. How does the old saying say 'one thing falls to one thing', and the person who falls to you has finally arrived. That's your own son."

"Get it!" Nan Youjin was crazy and had a headache. She stretched out her hand and pulled her hair, feeling anxious: "I really don't want this kind of natural son who can't speak human words. Compare him with Niannian, and the gap is really not a little. I miss Niannian. When I first met Mo Li, what was the situation? I jumped up, and Barbie's cry was as sweet as it was. What about him? Yaqin, let me guess, talk to me about cultivation? I bah! I bah! I bah! I bah!"

Cheng Qingyao was amused by his crazy appearance and had a stomachache: "all right, all right, it's your son at least. Are you like this? He's excellent, which means you have good genes. Why can't you live with yourself? You knew you had a son three years ago and haven't seen him. Isn't it good to see him this time?"

"What's good? I don't even know who the fuck it is. Can I be good?"

"Then guess hard. Don't you know how to play the piano in concert? Think about the first few notes, then play down those notes, pop up the melody, and the answer comes out?"

"You think beautiful. I'll be upset if it's so simple?" Nan Youjin loosened her hand to pull her hair. No matter how light or heavy, she played a shudder on her forehead: "do you remember what I just said? He's a geek with strange fingering. I played the first few notes. I haven't heard the music at all, and my mobile phone can't shake it."

Cheng Qingyao was stunned: "what's the situation? You mean, he can not only play, but also make music himself? He can arrange music himself when he was only four years old?"

"It doesn't have to be composed by yourself. It may be random playing, or there may be expert advice behind it."

"Wow, this is great. Does brother Youjin have a feeling of being abandoned?"

"Just gloat!"

"Who made you so romantic in those days? You'll slowly bear it if you plant a genius and a geek. However, if I were you, I'd be soft, I'd apologize, buy him first, and his mother will come out naturally."

Nan Youjin looked disdainful: "I bought him? I'm a bully all my life. I'll buy a four-year-old kid? Come on, I can't afford to lose my old face." seeing what she seemed to say, he quickly added: "I can't lose my old face in front of him. Let me apologize to him. Don't think about it in my life."

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know what to do. He suddenly jumped up and jumped out with a monster's face... I'll go, fuck, can I put him back into his mother? The question is, who the fuck is it? How did he give birth to such a monster? At the age of four, he is a music freak. He is skilled in fingering. He doesn't look like a four-year-old child at all. He seems to have practiced for decades I can't play at that level. Also, there is a strong evil spirit in him. The evil spirit that can't be hidden overflows from his bones. "

He talked to himself a lot and pulled his hair carelessly, as if he had encountered the most difficult problem in the world, which was even more difficult than the problem of marrying her four years ago!

Cheng Qingyao couldn't laugh any more. She couldn't help feeling terrible. Yes, a four-year-old child, a music geek, skillful fingering and evil spirit. Is that evil spirit inherited from Nan Youjin, or is it cultivated the day after tomorrow? If it is natural, everything is easy to do. If it is cultivated the day after tomorrow, what is his living environment? What kind of woman is his mother?

Cheng Qingyao never thought deeply. At this moment, when she thought deeply, she immediately understood Nan Youjin's mood. It's really terrible. There's a feeling that the enemy is dark and I'm clear!

They can come out when they think of it, but Nan Youjin can't find them. In this way, it's not to be abandoned, but to be killed. Will his mother take this to revenge him?

Terrible!

Hearing nanyoujin's crazy voice, "Cheng Qingyao, what do you want to do? Who the hell is he? What kind of monster is he? The fingering is fast enough to hypnotize."

"What? Hypnosis?" Cheng Qingyao almost bit her tongue in surprise.

Nan Youjin nodded flustered: "Yes, yes, didn't I tell you just now? He fingered very fast and couldn't move his eyes when he stared. He sat with me without saying a word. When he didn't want to sit with me again, he asked me to watch him play the piano. As soon as I stared at his hand, I couldn't move away. Then I just felt that my eyes became blurred and my consciousness became more and more tired. I didn't know anything later. Wait for me When he opened his eyes again, it was noon. The bodyguard said that he had gone home to sleep long ago. You said, is this hypnosis? Is it not hypnosis? How can I fall asleep? It is hypnosis and can hypnosis. Later, his wife was unhappy. Do I even know how I died? "

Nan Youjin is messy, crazy and upset. He doesn't feel any good. Instead, he wants to stay away from his son. He never does anything uncertain, let alone live with people he can't grasp... Later, Mrs. Nan came to ask him, do you want to recognize this son? Do you want to stay away from Cheng Qingyao and Niannian to let his son recognize his ancestors?

He hardly thought about it. He opened his mouth and said, "no, let him die as far as he can."

Terrible!

It's terrible!

He's only four years old. He's not a demon when he's forty!

Nan Youjin doesn't want to recognize, absolutely doesn't want to recognize