Thank You For Waiting, Mister Tang!
/ Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang! Chapter 3932
Chapter 3932: first time being moved 1
a light kiss landed on her forehead, and his voice was very hoarse. ” “You played really well.”
wen yuan's fingers were still on the keys of the zither. ye mu bai's breath surrounded her. she was a little dazed because he was not angry.
ye mu bai was actually not angry!
“is that so?” wen yuan's voice was very soft.
He bent over and sat next to her. He turned his head to look at her. “i'll play a song with you, okay?”
wen yuan was surprised. ” you can play too? ”
He smiled.
In fact, with a family like theirs, there was nothing they couldn't do. They would always dabble in it when they were young, but they didn't play much later on.
While they were talking, Kang Qiao left quietly.
natsuya, I guess, ” ye mu Bai continued. this song is not bad.
as he spoke, he had already started the prelude.
Wen Yuan had no choice but to play with him. She saw Kang Qiao leave from the corner of her eye, but she didn't say anything. Perhaps this was the best for him, Huahua.
Ye mu Bai played the piano surprisingly well. Moreover, his fingers were long and beautiful, and it was very pleasing to the eye.
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Wen Yuan looked at his fingers and suddenly thought of a certain scene. Her face heated up and she played a few wrong notes.
ye mu bai tilted his head to look at her and smiled.”Wen Yuan, what are you thinking about?”
“no, i didn't,” Her quick answer made people suspicious.
Ye mu Bai just smiled and did not say anything else. He just continued to play the piano. He was really good at it, so good that Wen Yuan felt that he was the one who had guided her. He was so good that she felt embarrassed to go out and play the piano for a living since he was an amateur.
he was simply an all-rounder!
After he finished playing the song, he turned to look at her. “do you still want more?”
he asked with a smile and wen yuan could not refuse.
That night, President ye put aside all his business and focused on accompanying his Mrs. Ye. They played the piano for the whole night. Then, the scene of Wen Yuan and Kang Qiao performing together and ye Mubai playing together quickly went to the hot search #night's elf National goddess. Those two videos simply blew up Wen Yuan's looks. The most discussed below was whether the goddess and Kang Qiao were more compatible or whether she was more compatible with the former Best Actor. However, the identity of the goddess was revealed very quickly. She was the best Actor's wife, Wen Yuan.
ye mu bai was in the car when he saw this wave of trending searches. in less than half an hour, it was pushed to the top of the trending searches by his former fans and kang qiao's fans.
He leaned against the back seat of the car and scrolled through the comments. Some of them said that Wen Yuan and Kang Qiao were a good match, while others said that he and Wen Yuan were a good match. However, when he saw that some people concluded that she was ye mu Bai's wife, he smiled slightly.
Wen Yuan had drunk a little too much and was sitting on the other side of the RV's back seat. He had taken off his high heels and was curled up there. His pair of feet were exposed outside his skirt, white and delicate.
Ye mu Bai looked at it quietly. Then, he saved a video of him and Wen Yuan as well as a few photos that he liked. He then called his Secretary, he na. remove all the hot Searches about Wen Yuan, no matter how much it costs.
he na was actually looking at the hot search as well. she was amazed by her own madam ye's beauty. after receiving the call, she felt that it was a pity, but she still obediently went to remove the hot search.
after all, wen yuan was not an artiste and his status did not need to be searched. president ye did not want his wife to be seen by many people. sigh, she was so beautiful!
ye mu bai hung up the phone and looked at wen yuan. she was looking at him and her voice was hoarse.”What's wrong?”
Chapter end
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