With my deep love, to be with you forever

Jian'an looked at he zining's back and wondered. Why, she thinks this woman is different from just now? It seems that just a few steps have completed the transformation of butterfly?

However, she is still so ugly. Obviously, she is still dressed like a local stall for 100 yuan!

He zining sat in front of the piano and she tried a tune.

Sure enough, it's a good piano. A single sound makes people seem to hear the Ding Dong of a spring.

As soon as she looked up, she found a pair of eyes looking at her.

Her piano was just facing Huo Yan, and she could see his eyes as soon as she raised her eyes.

Vast and profound.

I don't know why, as soon as she came into his sight, she began to feel uneasy. The unbearable past seven years ago seemed to be forced to press the play button and pass by again.

Her fingers trembled and suddenly ran away.

"Not that you are Mr. Mu's friend?" Jane Ann was completely relaxed now. She sneered, "Miss, is this the song you play? Stop dying! Just admit it's entertainment! "

However, before Jane Ann finished her words, he zining had played the keys again.

She stopped looking at Huo Yanshen and forced herself to empty all her thoughts. In front of her, there was such a piano.

She imagined that she was sitting in the sunshine room, warm and quiet. Her biological mother looked at her gently, and her fingers began to fly away on the keys.

The sound of Ding Dong came from the well-known famous song Blue Danube.

The surrounding began to doubt that he zining was really entertaining. He began to shake his head and asked Jian an if she had admitted her mistake. The girl in front of me, who plays the piano, has studied for at least ten years.

Moreover, on that charity night, everyone knew about Mu Qingge, so

When Qiao Nanzhi looked at he zining, he was in a trance.

He frowned, trying to catch a vague picture that had just flashed through his mind, but the more he wanted to catch it, the more he couldn't catch it. It seems that it is the sand in the palm of your hand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it loses.

So, next to Jane Ann called him several times, and Joanna just reacted and asked, "Ann, what's the matter?"

Jane Ann hates her teeth itching, but at this moment, she has no reason to embarrass he zining. She can only keep today's things in mind!

In front of the piano, with the sound of the piano, he zining's body completely relaxed and almost didn't even need to think. This song, which had been practiced thousands of times just to play for Qiao Nanzhi, flowed out of his slender fingertips.

She looked around at the flashy people, her heart moved, and thought of a dialogue in the works of French novelist Robert Amun.

Today, now that she has reached this stage, she simply vented all her emotions through that dialogue!

At that time, learning French was a very fashionable thing. She learned pronunciation. Now she has forgotten the words for many years, but she liked that dialogue very much and recited it many times, so she almost blurted it out——

"Woman, gorgeous gold diamonds and shining pearls have won you the illusory imagination of a queen. What do you know that there is only snobbish poison, arrogant fragrance and provocative and murderous fragrance around you. "

She read it in French and looked away at Jane Ann standing with jonanzhi.

Jane ANN is full of jewels, and she seems to have nothing.

But what does Jane Ann have? Behind all the respect and envy, but because she climbed the Qiao family!

Without Qiao Nanzhi, with the present status of Jane's family, Jane Ann may not even get an admission ticket. How can she stand at the height of the hostess and accept the eyes of celebrities?!

The beautiful French pronunciation continued to spit out from he zining's ordinary lips: "woman, when you cheer for fame and wealth, pay tribute to wealth and raise your arms to power again, please don't ask the thrush that once sang, it doesn't know where to fly."

The people around her couldn't help but be attracted by her. They stopped talking tacitly and listened to this French poem together.

"For its voice is dry and hoarse, for the destruction of truth, honor and purity."

He zining finished playing the last sound and just finished reading the poem.

The lingering rhyme curls, and the surroundings are still quiet.

She stood up, bowed to the crowd and laughed at herself: "excuse me, everyone."

Then he turned and left.

When she left, Huo Yanshen's eyes kept following her back. He didn't turn his head. He said to the special assistant Shen Nanfeng: "check the woman just now."

"OK, Mr. Huo!" Shen Nanfeng nodded.

He zining walked out of the hall and closed the door. Suddenly, the interference factor that did not belong to the world disappeared.

The hall, after a brief discussion, resumed its original atmosphere.

Huo Yanshen stood up from the sofa and said to Qiao Nan, "Mr. Qiao, I have something to do. I'll leave first."

With that, he left without waiting for Joe Nan's reaction.

I don't know why. As soon as the woman left just now, Huo Yanshen felt that the party had become dull.

Even, he began to recall what he had just heard.

He can speak many languages, and French is naturally a required subject. Therefore, some people at the party pretended to understand, but for him, they all understood.

That woman is not simple. She is satirizing those who look noble and luxurious and need to be looked up to by her class.

However, what she said is very reasonable.

Huo Yanshen went to the door, and the car was already ready. As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw that he zining was standing in the bus waiting area more than ten meters away, anxiously waiting for something.

He narrowed his eyes. The moment he got on the bus, he told the driver, "go to the platform."