CEO, You Look Like My Daddy

Mo Xiujin found that recently, eukins. Yan started playing the piano.

One day, when he came back from work, he would always pick him up on time. Qiao Anning didn't wait at the door this time. Only Mo ruining sat there bored and lazy.

He frowned and asked murui Ning to know that the little girl was listening to eukins. Yan plays the piano.

Play the piano

Mo Xiujin's eyebrows frowned tighter.

He always thought, eukins. Yan, who likes to enjoy life with his turtle hair, puts a valuable piano in the room just for appreciation. Like those decorative paintings, it can't be used in the middle. Unexpectedly, it will ring one day

After all, this man hasn't played a finger piano since he installed Su rian a long time ago.

He turned his Fox's eyes. With eight million curiosity, he made up an excuse and found it.

At the door, the door was half open. Inside, Joe Anning was lying on the back of the sofa, motionless and looking in a direction with worship.

Mo Xiujin looked down and saw the figure sitting in front of the piano, with a straight back.

Look at eukins with his back to him. Yan, Mo Xiujin felt and evaluated in his heart. If he ignored the murderous spirit constantly overflowing all over his body, he seemed to be really like that from his back.

He made no noise and had no intention of going in. He stood quietly at the door.

After a while, the fluent and pleasant notes came from the room, gradually becoming faster and faster from the beginning, such as the river flowing into the sea, radical, high spirited and magnificent

Even Mo Xiujin, a person with low musical accomplishments, can hear from this paragraph that it is not the level that ordinary people can play.

Um... Listen to eukins. Yan plays the piano. It really makes people feel like walking on a steel wire. It has to be the kind of rope around their neck

Mo Xiujin touched his nose and began to plan whether it would be better to leave first.

After all, even Jie didn't dare to pestle here. He's not good. It's too much

But before he left, Qiao Anning inside suddenly turned around and saw him outside the door. He immediately waved to him excitedly and shouted, "brother!"

Mo Xiujin: "..." this little girl is really not very clever sometimes.

At the same moment that Qiao Anning shouted out, the sound of the piano in the room suddenly stopped.

Mo Xiujin immediately felt that the rope around his neck was suddenly tightened

He took a deep breath secretly, but he still had to sigh that the master was still a master

Eugene's room. Yan turned around and looked at Mo Xiujin at the door. He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "when did you come? How long have you been standing?"

"Just arrived." Mo Xiujin's face was not red and his heart did not jump. He opened his mouth and said nonsense: "I'll report the task progress to you."

"Oh." Eukins. Yan chuckled, which made people unable to recognize his emotions.

No one can touch this man's mood accurately. Even if he smiles on his face, he may be planning how to torture you in his heart.

So compared to seeing eukins. Yan's smile, Mo Xiujin actually prefers to see his anger. After all, laughter is not necessarily true, and anger is not necessary to pretend.

Eukins. Yan didn't speak, Mo Xiujin also lowered his head and didn't say a word, but the heart in his chest jumped twice involuntarily.

Qiao Anning blinked and looked at his father and brother. He ran over and took Mo Xiujin's hand and smiled with a kind invitation: "brother, come in and listen to dad play the piano, it's nice!"

Go into?

Mo Xiujin wants to cry without tears. He doesn't want to go in, okay?

And with eukins. Yan plays the piano together. Does he think his life is too easy recently?

He pulled the corners of his mouth, raised his hand, touched Joe Anning's head, smiled and coaxed: "what, Anning, brother, there are other things..."

"What's up?" Qiao Anning pursed his lips and was unhappy.

As soon as Mo Xiujin left for a few days, something happened as soon as she came back. How can she abuse her brother like this?

She turned and stared at eukins. Yan, the little face angrily ordered: "Dad, give my brother a holiday, don't tired my brother!"

"No..." Mo Xiujin quickly broke her small face and twisted it back. The smile on her face should be more sincere: "peace, don't talk nonsense. I'm not tired. I want to be busy..."

At this time, he is willing to let him go on another task. Even he can't wait. No matter how tired the task is, it's always better than the "weird" eukins in front of him. It's easy to get along with Yan

When he finished, he dared not wait any longer and looked at eukins. Yan said, "I didn't know you were busy. In that case, I'll come back later..."

As he spoke, he wanted to step back.

But before I move, I see eukins. Yan picked his eyebrows and said, "forget it, since Anning said so, you can stay."

Mo Xiujin's heart suddenly "clattered". As a result, he didn't finish clattering. He just listened to eukins. Yan paused and added, "come here with peace and sit next to me. You can hear more clearly."

Mo Xiujin: "..." is closer to death.

The smile on his face became stiff in an instant. Only Joe Anning, who was beside him, pulled him in happily.

"Brother, hurry up, let's go to listen to the piano!"

"... OK." Mo Xiujin regretted that it was too late. With a fake smile, he sat down with Qiao Anning in his arms. On the chair next to Yan.

The little girl was addicted to that paragraph just now. At this time, she sat down and hurried eukins happily. Yan: "Dad, hurry up, go on, and listen to that..."

Then he turned to Mo Xiujin and said, "brother, listen carefully. Dad plays very well. It's better than we listen to so much music!"

Mo Xiujin stretched out his hand to take back her arm, held it tight again, smiled and said, "I know."

The one in front of me is a talented pianist comparable to Su Ryan. Isn't it great.

Hear Joe's tireless praise, eukins. Yan hooked her lips and flicked her index finger on her forehead: "little girl, you still know what a good thing is."

Eukins. Yan said that he was no longer embarrassed. Mo Xiujin turned his head, put his hands on the black-and-white keys, took a slow breath and played the piano attentively.

Completely different from Su rian's style, it can also attract the listener's soul.

Mo Xiujin and Qiao Anning calmed down and listened carefully to his playing.

At the end of the song, when Mo Xiujin thought there was nothing wrong with him, he suddenly heard eukins. Yan asked, "you said Su ri'an and I, who plays better?"

Mo Xiujin: "..." is this the legendary multiple choice question of death?

He hesitated and said truthfully: "different styles. Besides, I'm not an expert and don't understand..."

"If you say another word of nonsense, I'll throw you into the channel ditch to feed the fish." Eukins. Yan impatiently interrupted him.

Mo Xiujin choked, cleared his throat and said, "if it was me before, I would choose Su ri'an, and now I would choose you."

Eukins. Yan frowned: "say the reason."

"It's very simple. Su rian's piano will make people born to the sun, and your music will only make people sink into hell." Mo Xiujin sighed and said, "for people like us, hell is sometimes more reassuring than sunshine."