Chapter 15 Brothers turn against each other. Around nine o'clock, Dongfangwang walked into the bar gracefully. He looked up at Mo Hanya who was singing a song affectionately on the stage. He smiled secretly. Under the respectful guidance of the waiter, he walked elegantly to the stage with his hands in his pockets.

The best position in front.

He couldn't change his mysophobia, so he still took out the dazzling white high-end handkerchief and wiped the seat more than ten times as he did that day before sitting down. Then he wiped the table with the handkerchief again. When he was satisfied, he lit it again calmly.

A bottle of fine wine and a table of snacks.

He was still wearing his iconic white clothes. From the moment he walked in, Mo Hanya saw him. Remembering the scene of sitting on the grass with him in the morning to bask in the sun, her original fear of him disappeared unconsciously.

I didn’t find it strange when I saw his extremely clean wiping of tables and chairs. He smiled lightly and continued to sing his song unaffected...

【The sky suddenly started to rain 7e I can’t breathe without you 7e A week after you left 7e

It seems like a whole winter has passed 7e The distance of two streets past 7e is now our memory 7e

I can't cruelly forget you 7e I can't help but cry when I think of you 7e Maybe the sadness will pass soon 7e

Oh 7e may not be able to recover anymore 7e In order to be with you 7e My whole person is obsessed with you...]

Dongfang Wang ate the snacks gracefully while listening silently. Occasionally, he raised his eyes and blinked his enchanting electric eyes towards her on the stage intentionally or unintentionally.

Food and sex.

When Mo Hanya looked into his charming, electric eyes, her heartbeat would inevitably stop for a second, or beat faster for a second.

Often at this time, she would be afraid that his beauty would affect her singing quality, and her face would turn faintly red, so she would quickly look away in embarrassment and look elsewhere.

When he noticed that she was avoiding his eyes, Dongfang Wang would smile secretly, turn his head slightly, stick out his tongue to lick the snack juice on his fingers, and listen patiently to every song she sang.

This evening, Wu Hao also came to the bar. When he walked into the bar, he saw Dongfang Wang in the best seat. He blinked thoughtfully, stretched out his hand to indicate to the staff that they did not need to say hello to him, and quietly sat down in a seat near the corner.

He just ordered a glass of wine, listened to Mo Hanya sing a song, elegantly drank the glass of wine he ordered, and then left in a low-key manner. Many people would not know when he left.

Mo Hanya is standing on the stage. Firstly, she is so-called standing high and seeing far. Secondly, she always remembers that she has a special mission, so she is better at observing than ordinary people. When did Wu Hao come?

She may not know, but she probably knows when Wu Hao left.

Many times, when Wu Hao left the bar, she would sing and look at his back, and would not look away until she could no longer see him.

That night, Dongfangwang didn't stand up until she finished her singing and walked off the stage with her guitar in her arms. He walked towards her with a hidden smile and blocked her way handsomely.

"Master Wang, what do you mean?" Mo Hanya was very puzzled by his behavior.

Dongfang Wang smiled charmingly, slowly lowered his head, and breathed an ambiguous breath into her ear: "I want you to follow me."

"..." Mo Hanya was even more puzzled and looked stunned.

"Don't forget, you are the gift Dongfang wants to give me. From the moment you lay naked in the bathtub of my bathroom, you are mine." Dongfang Wang looked at her confused look.

He reminded me in a low voice with a hidden smile.

Mentioning this matter, Mo Hanya's heart was full of anger, and a wisp of flames went straight to her forehead, "I am a human being, not an object that can be given away." After speaking decisively, she walked around his body, her face darkened and angry.

The drummer left the bar.

"Ha." Dongfang Wang smiled, "Although he looks ugly, he has a bit of a bad temper." He finished his sentence softly with either appreciation or ridicule, turned around in a good mood, and walked out of the bar quickly to follow her.

Mo Hanya knew that he was following her, and her mood suddenly became very irritable, and she walked faster and faster. "Don't follow me, I'm ugly and not worthy of you to keep up."

Dongfang Wang couldn't help laughing, "Have you finally admitted that you are ugly?"

"I... uh..." Mo Hanya was speechless and suddenly stopped and looked at him angrily, "Master Wang, you always call me ugly. You once warned me not to appear in your sight.

I will leave your sight now, please don’t follow me." He finished speaking in one breath, turned around and walked away quickly.

Seeing her turning around and running away, Dongfang Wang felt a little anxious. He stretched out his hand forward unexpectedly, grabbed her arm, pulled her into her arms, looked at her swollen face at close range, and unexpectedly moved her

Said: "I take back that warning."

"..." Mo Hanya was immediately shocked by his behavior of holding her and what he said. For several seconds, she slowly lowered her head, looked at his hand holding her arm, and held her breath.

He took a breath and said cautiously: "Master Wang, you are holding my arm."

Dongfang Wang didn't react much and blinked in confusion, "So what?"

Huh? Has he forgotten his morbid mysophobia?

Mo Hanya was a little puzzled, thought about it, and reminded carefully: "Have you forgotten your mysophobia? You said that night that you dislike me to death."

Have you ever said that yourself?

Dongfang Wang frowned and was silent for two seconds. He quickly let go of her arm and said seriously: "I have no other meaning in following you. You know that I also like singing. I hope to discuss music with you and improve each other's singing skills."

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Hearing this, Mo Hanya was stunned for a moment in disbelief, and then was shocked and overjoyed, "Dongfangwang, you, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course." Dongfang Wang raised his eyebrows charmingly and smiled, "Tonight, let's go to my bedroom to discuss it." After saying that, he miraculously forgot about his mysophobia, took her arm again, and walked towards his bedroom.

go.

"Ah?" Mo Hanya was shocked and anxious, "It's very late now, let's discuss it during the day tomorrow."

"It's only a little after ten o'clock now, it's not late at all."

It's already past ten o'clock, isn't it too late?

Mo Hanya was speechless, "I'm very tired tonight and want to go to bed early. Let's discuss it during the day tomorrow."

There was pleading in her words. After Dongfang Wang heard this, he seemed to be a little touched, and seemed to feel that the future was long. He smiled secretly, let go of her arm, and turned to her side with a talkative look on his face, "Since

You are very tired tonight, so I won't force you. You can go back and rest early. We will meet at the most beautiful beach at seven o'clock tomorrow morning." After Wen Wen finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward with a hidden smile on his face.

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Suddenly, he stopped, turned around and blinked at her with a very lethal and charming electric eye, "Tomorrow morning, remember to pick up your guitar, and we will play a song together." He finished with a profound meaning,

Then he turned around and walked away with a nice pace.

"..." Mo Hanya was stunned on the spot, thinking of his amiable and lovely appearance just now, the gentle words he just said, and then the hateful attitudes he had towards her before, watching him drift away.

The perfect back view, I really don’t believe this is true... Dongfang Wang, how could you be so friendly to me so suddenly? Could it be that the reason why you are friendly to me is because you have some purpose?

Well, when she thought of this, her face turned pale, as if she had lingering fear, and her body even shivered.

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At night, Mo Hanya had insomnia and had been thinking about whether she should go to the beach for an appointment at seven o'clock tomorrow morning.

Thinking of one or two o'clock in the morning, she decided to go, set the alarm clock, and then fell asleep quietly.

In the morning, after the alarm rang, she got up, got dressed, combed her hair, and walked out of the dormitory with her guitar in her arms. At seven o'clock, she came to the beach on time, and headed toward the most beautiful part with a nervous mood.

Walk slowly to the beach.

At this time, Dongfang Wang was sitting on a beach covered with white cloth, looking at the sea, wearing a leisurely white outfit, and playing the pleasant erhu with a comfortable expression.

Mo Hanya saw him from a distance, and a warm smile appeared in her heart. Facing the sea breeze, she walked closer to him with a slightly faster pace, stood beside him, and smiled gently at him, "Good morning."

Dongfang Wang stopped playing the erhu, raised his head, saw the smile on her face, and smiled gently at her, pointing to the seat next to him, "Sit down."

Him, allow yourself to sit with him?

Mo Hanya felt a little flattered and was stunned for a moment before sitting next to him holding the guitar.

"Can you play the erhu?" Dongfang Wang asked her.

"No." She shook her head, looked at the erhu in his hand, and then at the guitar in her own hand, "You can play the guitar, right?"

Dongfang Wang thought for a moment, smiled secretly, shook his head and said, "No." Yin paused slightly, turned to look at her face, and said softly: "Let's teach each other our skills. I'll teach you how to play the erhu. You can teach me how to play the erhu."

Play the guitar."

"Haha, okay." Mo Hanya agreed cheerfully, "Should you teach me how to play the erhu first, or should I teach you how to play the guitar first?"

"Ladies first, I'll teach you how to play the erhu first."

"good."

After discussing it, Dongfang Wang began to teach her step by step. He held her left hand with one hand, and passed around her back with the other hand, holding her right hand, holding her hand, and patiently taught her how to pull the strings, "

First, touch the right scales... To play the erhu, you must practice the basics well... The fingering is like this, and you need to move your wrist..."

Mo Hanya listened carefully, studied, and occasionally looked at his beautiful facial features close at hand. She was surprised to feel his gentle and charming temperament. She felt secretly nervous in her heart, and suddenly felt that his look at this moment

, or a gentle greeting can make the whole spring look pink and green again in your eyes.

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Just when they were teaching and learning seriously, Dongfang Yu, who basically ran in the morning every day, happened to run to this beautiful stretch of coastline. He turned his head and inadvertently saw their bodies running very close to each other.

The steps stopped for an instant.

From where he stood, it seemed like he and she were kissing intimately. They looked sweet and warm, making others envious.

Seeing such a scene, he suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart. Without thinking, he walked towards them quickly with a dark handsome face, "What are you two doing?" As he approached, he asked angrily and separated forcefully.

Their bodies were close together, looking like a husband who had come to catch an adulterer.

"Uh 7e" Mo Hanya was startled. She looked up and saw his face as cold as ice. When she met his sharp eyes, her body and mind trembled. She quickly turned her head and looked at Dongfang Wang next to her for help.

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Dongfang Wang smiled charmingly at her to show her comfort, then stood up, raised the erhu in his hand, and looked at Dongfang's elongated face with a warm smile, "We are discussing music and learning from each other. I hope you will continue to run your career."
To be continued...