Priceless little cute wife

The child painting on the other side walked quickly, finally left the hospital, and then breathed heavily.

Liu huaiwei looked at the children's painting and held her: "it's far away."

"You said you didn't care about Shang Rongqiao. In fact, you were most afraid of him suffering. Just watching your relatives cry is a very sad thing, isn't it? "

"Aunt... Do you want to go back by yourself or let me take you back? Now I'm going to learn the violin! " Tong Hua raised his violin and said.

"I... haven't seen your teacher yet. Besides, what do you mean? You can rest assured that an old man will go back by himself? " Liu huaiwei looked at the children's painting and pretended to be very angry.

"Of course not!" The child painting said, "let's go. It's too late!"

When Tong Hua arrived at ye Zichu's studio, he was already ten minutes late.

Chris at the door seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When he saw the children's painting, his face was even more ugly. Then he opened the door and talked a lot.

"Who do you think you are? If others want to worship teachers and wait at the door 24 hours a day, why are you late? "

"I'm sorry, Chris. There was a traffic jam for a while, so I came back late."

"Know the traffic jam, don't know to go out early?"

It seems that the children's painting can't satisfy Chris no matter how it is explained, and his voice is higher.

"Why are you late? People don't have a three urgent? You can guarantee that you'll never be late in your life? " Finally, Liu huaiwei around the children's painting couldn't listen, and then she began to accuse.

"No!" Chris said seriously.

"Really? Did you ask your mother if you were late when you were born? " Liu huaiwei doesn't know why. She always calms things down, but today she is also unkind.

Maybe it was because of Chris's attitude towards children's paintings that she was finally annoyed.

Just thinking that this snobbish eye usually bullies children's paintings in this way is even more uncomfortable, so it just pokes this point.

"Old aunt, I'm teaching your daughter to do things. Can she be so late for work in the future?"

"My daughter wouldn't do such a thing! You... Are you my daughter's teacher? You don't look like a person with musical temperament! Otherwise, I would never be so stingy. "

"Old aunt... I am Mr. Zichu's assistant. Of course, I have the right to allocate Mr. Zichu's time. You have seriously affected Mr. Zichu's time..."

"Everyone is equal in time. Your time is Mr. Zichu's, but ours is not? Would you like us to stand in the car and wait? It's unreasonable... "

"Auntie... Stop it! We are late, after all, we deserve it! " Children's paintings have to go back and persuade each other, otherwise they will quarrel?

"Hum... That's it? He also said that it was Mr. Zichu's assistant. Isn't it a disgrace to others? " Liu huaiwei is still a little chattering.

"Hey... You aunt, why are you so ugly..."

"What aunt? I'm about the same age as you. Why do you call me aunt? "

"You..."

"Enough! It's noisy in the house. What's it like? " Finally a voice appeared, and then Chris became very respectful. Then he immediately lowered his head and stood respectfully aside.

"Mr. Zichu... I'm sorry!" Tong Hua immediately apologized, "I'm late today!"

"It's all right! There is always a priority. Just come. " Ye Zichu looked at the children's painting and smiled faintly. He didn't look angry at all, and then looked at Liu huaiwei with a faint head.

Liu huaiwei looked at ye Zichu and stared at him. She didn't leave for a moment.

Ye Zichu is used to seeing such eyes, so he doesn't care. Instead, he feels a little embarrassed about children's painting.

Liu huaiwei has never been married in her life. Her only relationship is with Tong mo.

Now she is completely separated from Tong Mo, so she sees ye Zichu and has feelings for ye Zichu?

Although it's not strange if Liu huaiwei can be with ye Zichu, after all, there are a lot of sister and brother love now.

And Liu huaiwei these days, although people work hard, but because of the long-term herbal medicine used to recuperate, the maintenance is also good.

But anyway, I'm always a little embarrassed to stare at ye Zichu like this, right?

He coughed gently twice, but the children's painting still didn't call Liu huaiwei back. On the other hand, Chris couldn't see it anymore, and then looked at Liu huaiwei contemptuously.

"Have you had enough? Flower maniacs also depend on their age, right? Don't look at how old you are. You're drooling at other men, too... "

"Chris!" Ye Zichu frowned and stared at Chris.

Chris could only keep his mouth shut.

"Sorry, my assistant is a little rude sometimes. Please forgive me..."

"No!" Liu huaiwei shook her head, then looked at ye Zichu, "Mr. Zichu? You have never thanked us for teaching children's painting. I came here today to thank you! "

"Children's painting is a gifted child. It's my luck to meet her, so I can't say I feel grateful." Ye Zichu was very gentlemanly, and then welcomed the two men into the door.

"Aunt, just wait outside... When Mr. Zichu teaches, he doesn't like people around him."

"That's good. Anyway, I don't understand... If only your mother were here, she has a set of these!" Liu huaiwei said with a smile and stood at the door.

But I didn't expect Chris to be at the door. Suddenly, the two people stared at each other and saw that there would be another battle.

Tong Hua sighed. He knew he wouldn't let his aunt come, so he didn't have to bother now!

It's lucky as long as they don't quarrel!

"Chris, take Ms. Liu to the backyard... You can enjoy the night view or taste a little... Have a good treat!" Ye Zichu on one side also saw through the mind of children's painting, and then sent two people away.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zichu. My aunt's temper is not like this... Maybe she has something on her mind today! Do you mind? "

"How? My temper is no better than hers? As long as your piano sound is OK, I will never get angry... Just... Today is not for playing the violin. "

"Mr. Zichu..."

"I saw the news of Donggong Yao. In fact, it's hard not to see it. Don't you know how it affects you? "

"No!" Tong Hua shook his head, then picked up the violin and deliberately skipped the topic, "let's listen to me!"

Ye Zichu looked at the children's painting and didn't want to talk, then nodded.

Tong Hua picked up the violin, began to close his eyes, and then played gently

Melodious music immediately passed by like silk, and then filled the whole room.

The hidden sound of the piano slowly drifted out of the gap in the window.

Chris, who was watching Liu huaiwei eat in the back garden, was still full of complaints, but when he heard the sound of the piano, he immediately stagnated slightly.

Children's paintings may be really talented in violin. It's only a week. Such a rare song can be played easily. Not only that, the meaning of the song can also be understood.

Although some of the more flattering finger skills are still a little unfamiliar, they are definitely outstanding among beginners. Maybe someone may not recognize that she has only studied for less than half a year.

Qubi.

Tong Hua put down his violin and then looked up to ask ye Zichu, but he found that he had tears in his eyes.

"Mr. Zichu... Did I play wrong?"

Ye Zichu frowned, then wiped his tears from the corners of his eyes: "you have no problem playing, and you master it very well. I didn't cry, but you cry again! "

Children's painting looked at ye Zichu and didn't understand what he meant.

"Songs can often represent the feelings of a person's heart. Many times, maybe you don't even realize the real mood in your heart. Because of various external factors, they will cover up their true feelings. "

"But... Music can easily bring out the mood of this layer."

"Although you say you don't feel anything, you deliberately don't want to mention it. The music you play sounds light, but there is a touch of sadness and helplessness... Children's painting... Since you care, why hide your feelings?"

Children's painting slowly put down the violin.

Ye Zichu's voice is so gentle and magnetic that a string at the bottom of her heart is gently stirred.

I don't know why, my eyes, which had no feeling at all, seemed a little blurred, and my nose was a little sour.

He swallowed his saliva gently, but found that the tears had already fallen to the corner of his mouth, slightly salty

Throughout the day, I was like on a stove. I kept looking at my mobile phone. I didn't want to see it, but I wanted to see the new news.

Afraid of seeing the news that they are about to get married, he hopes that Donggong Yao can come to see him and explain it clearly, or call to explain it clearly, just like before.

But no!

There was never a time when Donggong Yao could explain nothing for such a long time, or didn't let himself understand anything.

He has never had such a temper. He is a man who can ask for credit in front of himself for a little thing, but this time... He has nothing.

What's more annoying is that I want to call, but I don't have the courage.

"I... don't... Care..."

After saying that, the children's painting suddenly felt a choking voice, then bit his lower lip tightly, and finally squatted down and curled up his whole body.

Her face was buried in her legs, and her weak shoulders trembled slightly.

Ye Zichu saw her, then got up and walked to her side, slowly sat down, and then gently held her body in his arms.

His hand gently patted the back of the children's painting, but his eyes showed incomparable reluctance.

I don't know why... Ye Zichu played too many songs and listened to too much music. He can already hear people's emotions from all kinds of music.

It's just that no one's mood can affect himself like this.

Listening to the music of children's paintings, my heart is like a knife, and then I just want to hold the weak girl tightly in my arms.

This feeling is too familiar. It's like that painful figure hiding on the bench so many years ago. He also has a kind of suffocating pain, and then he only knows to hold her tightly in his arms.

The crying and forbearance of children's paintings are like a needle in his heart. He always has the feeling of being stirred by the sound at the bottom of his heart.

I don't know how long it took, the children's painting finally stopped crying and slowly got up from ye Zichu's arms.

Just saw ye Zichu's white sleeve soaked because of his crying, and wiped his tears a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zichu, I'm a little impolite!"