This change comes from the shock of Tong Bao's mother.

Zhan hanjue explained: "Uncle played wrong before. Uncle used to think, whether it is everlasting love, or everlasting friendship, should be heavy. Now my uncle's mood has changed. He thinks that whether it's love or friendship, he doesn't care about vigor and vitality, but should care about eternity!

It's as long as a stream of water

Tong Bao seemed to understand, but he was very supportive. "I think my uncle played well last time, and this time."

When Yan Zheng came in with the juice, he heard the supporting King fawning on Zhan hanjue.

"Teacher a Yue played it just now?" Yan Zheng was a little surprised.

Tong Bao nodded, "of course."

"No mistake?" Yan Zheng attached his mouth to Tong Bao's ear and asked.

Tong Baodao: "Uncle plays well. Skillful fingering, as well as their own skills, can pop up the magnificent scene, but also can pop up the gentle flow of water. I've learned a lot from my uncle, and I have a sense of enlightenment. "

Yan Zheng has a flat mouth. Skeptical, "is it true?"

How can Zhan hanjue not hear Yan Zheng's doubts about himself? His eyes are filled with a touch of ice cold. He puts his slender and beautiful hands on the piano keys, and suddenly plays a piece of little man with great momentum.

Tong baobie said with a deep smile: "uncle's song" little people ", with a dull and complex tone, shows the sorrow of those small people who are narrow-minded and guess people's hearts incisively and vividly."

Yan Zheng smell speech, handsome face a collapse, "elbow to turn out of small things."

Then he went out in a stuffy voice.

Tong Bao and Zhan hanjue look at each other and smile.

At lunch, Tong Bao pitifully asked han to stay, "uncle, you can stay with me for dinner. My parents are not coming back. I'm lonely eating by myself

Yan Zheng pointed to his nose, "I'm not human?"

Tong Bao hated his uncle's sabotage and glared at him viciously, "uncle, I always regard you as the second son of my family."

Yan Zheng glanced at husky on the balcony. His eyes were so silly and stupid.

Yan Zheng had no love in his life.

"Good." Zhan hanjue readily accepted Tong Bao's request.

I don't know why, for Tong Bao, he has an irresistible feeling.

After the servant brought the lunch to the table, Tong Bao sat next to Zhan hanjue, while Yan Zheng sat opposite them.

See a table of light diet, like heavy taste Yan Zheng holding chopsticks everywhere. He complained bitterly: "how is it all light? How about preparing a dish for me? "

At this time, the servant put a dish of pickles in front of Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng glanced at the servant meaningfully, "my status in this family is only with a dish of pickles?"

The servant explained, "master Yan, lunch is ordered by master Ye Feng."

Yan Zheng said, "I know."

Then he looked at Zhan hanjue bitterly and said: "teacher a Yue, don't you know whether these dishes are to your taste?"

Zhan hanjue said, "I'm not picky about food."

Yan Zheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth. The table was made for him. Of course he's not picky?

"By the way, what people are there in teacher a Yue's family?" Yan Zheng pretends to be familiar with him, aiming to fight in a routine way. How does he feel about his current wife.

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