My ceo wife

How can it be described as an endless aftertaste, even if there is no rhythm. The mood is still stirring. Maybe this is the so-called "silence is better than sound".

Bai Gongzi is familiar with music. What he said is true. That piano is the product of the transformation from the late 18th century to modern piano, even if it is a collection. There are few musical instruments in the world, and they are so rare. Not to mention the people who can play.

Besieged five minutes ago. It turned into silence. If you don't know Shen Lang, write down this face quietly. Even Qian Yusen and others who are familiar with Shen Lang. How can it be said that it is such a simple poem with a new look

"there are clouds in the poem, loud and noisy, and the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. ha-ha. Shen Lang's piano is really excellent. I'll let our old man listen to it some other day. "

Bai Gongzi praised Shen Lang.

Shen Lang waved his hand: "if I play the second song, I won't be able to eat all the time. Ha ha." It's true that Shen Lang only knows this song, and it's not a song. It's totally from the melody of mufeiyan Suri.

Dong Jing is an understanding person. Tianya mountain villa is today's fortune. The theme of the Haitang Bay project is more obvious than the appearance. Qian Yusen's treat is irrelevant. But Shen Lang earned face for Haitang Bay.

"No, Mr. Shen, you can't miss it. How to say that, this song should only be heard in the sky and in the world. "

The boss of the Jiangling faction praised dodge.

There was some embarrassment on the faces of several consortia in other provinces. When you come to a coastal city like Jiangling, almost all of you come here carrying money bags. Ready to use money to break the market, Haitangwan failed to win the bid, and even a piano was slapped by Jiangling people.

It's a coincidence that the domestic piano performing artist came with the team. Because his employer really heard that the owner of Tianya villa was special, and it was even more difficult to meet him. The threshold was on the piano.

At this time, the pianist was shocked by Shen Lang's attainments, but he was also glad that he didn't show his shyness. Fortunately, he didn't play the piano.

In the discussion, the villa housekeeper scoffs at this, and seems to disdain it.

"Children, can I see your master now?" Qian Yusen asked.

"Yes."

Qian Yusen faintly smile, today also had the honor to see.

"He can, you can't." The Butler then added.

Fearing that he would be embarrassed, Dong Jing said, "Chairman Qian, they are exchanging notes. Can we not make trouble for laymen. Giggle, get ready for dinner. "

The gramophone continued to play the quiet melody, and the little housekeeper took a step to lead the waves through the side door.

Seeing them leave, Feng Rui still holds the meeting notes in her hand, and her fingers are white.

Ma Xuejun didn't expect that Shen Lang had such a skill. He looked up at his secretary and laughed bitterly. A red apricot leaped over the wall.

The Tianya villa itself is a combination of Chinese and Western style, and it is the style of the late 19th century and the early 20th century, whether it is phonograph or interior decoration.

In the hundreds of acres of manor, there is no one in charge of it. I really can't find where it is. Although the villa was lent to Jiangling chamber of Commerce for a few days, the guests knew that it was unusual here, so they would not disturb the owner of the villa. Their luxury cars are still in the temporary parking lot.

Through the simple garden area, the villa is more open than the front door. After ten minutes' walk, there is a two-story building in front of you. It is all repaired with green bricks and red tiles. Bamboo is painted with green paint to make fences. You can see the trees around the house. Into the courtyard, there is a huge screen wall blocking the hall, from one side around the past is the hall.

"The owner of the house is in it. You can help yourself, but don't make trouble, or you will be rude."

Shen Lang nodded his head and entered. He found that it was more retro, completely copying the style of medieval Europe. The most prominent one was the fireplace.

Shen Lang stood alone in the hall. He said to himself who the master was. He was so filial to the dead that he even had a poker face with the steward of the road.

"Wow! My God, it's you who play the piano

As soon as Chen Mengdie picks up the bead curtain, she rushes out. Today, she is not dressed as a nurse, but she is more amusing than a nurse, similar to a monk's black robe.

"Ha ha, I thought that some unlucky guy came. I'll put some garlic on him by the way. I didn't expect that it was you." Chen Mengdie is the most authentic Jiangling dialect.

Shen Lang's chin is about to drop. He looks at Chen Mengdie crazily. After a long time, he says, "I want to know that it's you who's playing tricks. Why do you have to work so hard?"

Ten seconds of reaction time, Shen Lang suddenly realized. The owner of Tianya villa is no one else. It's the Murong family in Chen Mengdie's mouth. They happen to be cousins with Chen Mengdie.

"Little beauty, for the sake of playing the piano so hard, can I meet the Murong family?"

"Ha ha, it's not that I don't want you to see me. My third uncle is really uncomfortable. Think about it. I'm in my nineties. It's convenient to meet people."

Shen Lang laughed bitterly, but he was no longer polite. As if he had entered his own home, he swaggered on the sofa and lit a cigarette. He caught a glimpse of a delicate pipe on the table, which was similar to the western cowboy style in the movie. He played with it in his hand.Chen Mengdie took off her friar suit and threw it away. It seems that she is not a pious master.

"My third uncle is the only one in my family. My eldest uncle is still in Switzerland. I guess he will die soon. I can't live my 100th birthday. The first time my second uncle died was my little cousin murongyi's grandfather, and my mother's father was alone... "

Chen Mengdie is nagging with Shen Lang, not intentionally introducing her to Shen Lang, but she can't tell her cousin Murong's family. Three hundred year old high collar uncles, uncles and aunts, cousins and cousins in line, walking on the road may not recognize.

At the hospital, Chen Mengdie and Shen Lang said that the Murong family had emigrated more than 100 years ago to do the family supermarket chain business. Now my third uncle is back home, and my little cousin murongyi is in charge of Jiangling China Merchants Bank.

No wonder the villa seems a little nondescript. The Chinese style is really western style. But I'm afraid only such a big family can afford such a big villa.

"There's no one in charge of that family. Where's your cousin?"

"My cousin is so busy all day. How can she go home? She lives in the city. Wow."

"What are you doing here?"

"Cure me." Chen Mengdie said, "my third uncle has severe asthma. Come here and have a look. My mother asked me to come here."

"Stop, stop, stop, whose daughter is your mother among the three old people?"

"My third uncle."

Shen Lang took a breath and said, "elder sister, this kind of relationship is usually called grandfather or grandfather."

"No, no, how can I be wrong after all these years. Er, you help me analyze. My little cousin is the daughter of my second uncle's fourth son, and my mother is my third uncle. Is that right

Chen Mengdie tilted her head for a long time, then widened her eyes: "I'll go! It's a mess. Anyway, it's called the third uncle! "

It's a good thing that uncle Shen and sister Chen have been laughing in their dreams.

"Since it's not convenient for your third uncle to see guests, I'll leave."

"Don't go! Today, it's not easy to leave work on Saturday. I have to visit my third uncle for my mother. After a while, I will be free. How about going out to invite you to dinner? "

"Well, there's no food for guarding such a big manor?"

"You don't know. My third uncle is so light. I want to eat meat!"

Shen Lang took out his mobile phone and looked at the time: "well, it's three o'clock in the afternoon. I'll take you back to the city in a few hours."

"Wait a minute. I'll talk to my third uncle."

Chen Mengdie ran out of the side door like a little madman.

About a cup of tea, the sound of footsteps came from the side door. It was two people.

Sure enough, Chen Mengdie is holding an old man with gray hair and tired face. Although she is old, she has insight into human affairs. Nearly a hundred years old, not only is it inconvenient to move, but also his face is full of wrinkles, as thin as a gust of wind can blow down.

"Third uncle! My little cousin is talking about him

The old man looked up slowly, looked at the waves, coughed twice and said, "sit down."

Shen Lang didn't help him and sat on the sofa alone.

"Little friend, you have paratrooper knife no.4b in your hands, right?"

This is the first time Shen Lang has heard the full name of the paratroopers in autumn night. According to Murong Yi, all the 16 out of print famous swords came from their families, but why they should be recycled now is unknown.

At the same time, Shen Lang also knows that he has been betrayed by Chen Mengdie, who is a ghost. Isn't she a stranger? This girl specially goes back to tell the old man that she has something in her hand.

"Yes. And the spareribs are at my friend's

"Oh, cough, No.3 blade h version, well, I heard about some."

The old man was a little weak, and he was afraid of coughing out of his lungs. Even so, he still said something cold: "let's make a price."

"I'm sorry. I kept the knife for another person. It's not for sale."

"Oh. No wonder Murong says that you can't get it back until you die. Then you should die as soon as possible and try to die in front of me. "

Shen Lang snorted, "if you die, I won't die. There's no reason why people with white hair send people with black hair. Are you right? "

"I can't understand that. People with knives will die, whether it's fate or curse. It's true. I just want to fulfill my ancestors' wishes before I die. "

The old man's words changed, and suddenly laughed: "the feet stand so firmly, is it to prevent me from killing people?"

"Yes." Shen Lang told the truth, "and I'm looking forward to it."

The guide at the door heard Shen Lang's words and came in.

The old man glanced at him: "it's OK. It's no use killing him."

Shen Lang snorted coldly: "your implication is that you can take my life anytime, anywhere?""Well, it's easy to question."