"Seventh Master, good night.
Yan Yanqi took a step back, then bowed, straightened up, and smiled at Bo Qichen opposite, who nodded lightly.
Seeing this, Yan Yanqi turned around and walked towards the door, and then opened the door and went out.
The door was gently closed, Bo Qichen looked at the closed door, his thin lips squirmed slightly, and he silently spit out two words: "Good night." ” The next morning, Little Lemon sat in front of a white piano in the living room on the first floor, her fingers lingering on the black and white keys, dropping one beautiful note after another.
Today's song is aybe.
It is also a very quiet and lyrical piano piece.
Yan Yanqi came out of the kitchen, holding a glass of hot milk in his hand, and leaned quietly on a pillar behind her, without making a sound, listening silently.
Gradually, the song became more and more cheerful, and finally returned to a primitive calm.
Unconsciously, at the time of a song, Yan Yanqi had already drunk the hot milk given by Lao Bai.
Originally, she never drank it, but Lao Bai said that she was growing her body, and then forced it into her.
She had just eaten a slice of bacon.
Looking at the figure sitting at the piano not far away, Yan Yanqi shook his head, he was really like an angel It's beautiful, it's beautiful, it has that kind of power that makes people intoxicated.
When Bo Qichen came out of the elevator, the first scene that caught his eye was to see a young man leaning lazily on the pillar, holding a milk cup in his hand, licking the milk on his lips with his long tongue slightly, staring at one direction for a moment, and the smile on his face was particularly obvious.
At this moment, Bo Qichen seemed to see happiness on her face Happy Bo Qichen twisted his eyebrows strangely, his eyes followed the sound of the piano and someone's gaze, and finally his eyes fell on Xiao Lemon in a white dress.
Suddenly, Bo Qichen moved his gaze back, looking at Yan Yanqi's appearance, how he looked like he was in love for the first time His face sank, and Bo Qichen strode over.
Yan Yanqi's face was intoxicated, and he enjoyed the quiet atmosphere very much, but he didn't notice that someone was coming over.
Suddenly, the back collar was jerked, and his neck was strangled suddenly, and Yan Yanqi's eyes widened, "cough, cough, cough" Coughing, she looked back and saw that it was Bo Qichen's cold face.
"I feel the need to make another statement to you."
"Aha" Before she could react, she was carried out of the living room by Bo Qichen like a chicken.
In the courtyard, Bo Qichen threw her on the rocking chair, she shook with the rocking chair, then sat up, blinked, she looked up at the person in front of her innocently, I don't know why, early in the morning, the seventh master was nervous He smiled, although he didn't know what was going on, Yan Yan Qitai waved it and greeted him with a smile: "Seventh Master, it's early." ” Bo Qichen propped her hands on the armrests of her rocking chair, her body pressed down suddenly, and her voice was very cold: "In the future, stay away from that Yang Lemon, or I will let her get out of Mansion No. 7 in the next second." ” Suddenly, the smile on Yan Yanqi's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't react.
Yan Yanqi shuddered, I don't know if it was because the weather was a little cold for breakfast, or because of Bo Qichen's words
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