Madam, president loves you secrectly

In Yang Hui's stunned eyes, song Manxi strode away with his satchel. He was always upright and deliberately showed some hardness.

When her back disappeared in the tea shop, Yang Hui was left sitting alone, her face was too white, and her eyes fell on the three red notes, the three thin papers, which were dazzling red.

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After walking out of the tea shop, song Manxi's straight back relaxed a little. She stroked her hair in front of her forehead and spread out her palm. The palm was sweating.

She was angry, but also because she had never been so angry with a person.

In fact, the confidence is insufficient.

She closed her eyes and walked to her car with her satchel. The moment she opened the door, she put her hand against the door panel and inadvertently raised her eyes again to the big screen where the promotional film was just playing.

At this moment, it has been replaced by a song - "what a pity"

"Forget, it's not easy to forget."

"I don't blame you. I'm so vulnerable."

She listened to the melody of the song and was quietly distracted. At the moment she took back her sight, she suddenly bumped into a musical instrument store. There was a glass wall outside, and all kinds of musical instruments, pianos and violins penetrated... But these were not the reasons why she stayed in her sight.

The only thing she could catch was the huge posters on the glass wall.

Her heart danced wildly, and her steps moved forward slowly, but her eyes never left the dark blue poster in the middle.

The bag in her hand was tightly squeezed in her hand, and her nails seemed to sink in.

She paced to the glass wall and looked at the huge words on the poster: "talented boy, winner of the International Piano Competition --- Jun Xiao."

Above him, dressed in a suit, he sat gracefully and calmly in front of the piano. The spotlight hit him. His handsome side face and smart fingers on the keys seemed to be the focus of the whole world.

And he, with his eyes closed, seemed to be immersed in his own world,

Song Manxi's eyes suddenly turned bloody red. When she saw him suddenly that day, she didn't have such a big emotional fluctuation, but now she was touched by the scenery. She admitted that her immunity to that feeling was always vulnerable.

It's not easy to forget.

It was many years ago. She returned to Jiangcheng. After wasting a year, brother Junxiao finally returned to the international arena. This poster was the limited poster issued at that time. It is the only missing piece of all the posters she has collected about Junxiao's brother.

At that time, she was not sure about her feelings, but she didn't know why. She just ran to rob only 400 posters with tens of thousands of girls.

In the crowd, she was also severely pushed to the ground. If the person behind was not the staff, she might not be here if she was helped in time.

In the end, she still couldn't buy it.

I don't know why. When I was young, I always liked a person carefully. I was afraid that he knew his feelings and that he didn't know.

In fact, as long as she opened her mouth to ask brother Junxiao for anything, it was not a problem, but she decided to grab it herself.

At that time, I was really stupid.

"Dare to be the enemy of the world and suffer all grievances for you."

"I'm even willing to suffer."

The singing on the big screen is melodious and sad.