Shin Wangjin did not look back, but just reached out and grabbed her, pulled her onto the piano bench, and sat side by side with him.

"Play a song," he said, "just play... the song "The Girl's Prayer" that you used to play."

Zhuang Yibo was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect him to know the name of the song, but he nodded and then slowly placed his finger on the keys.

He said she used to play this song, but she couldn't remember what kind of mood she was playing this song when she was in the Shen family.

She could only work hard and try to find the rhythm that best suits this song...

But it still failed.

Because when she finished playing the last note, Shin Wangjin slowly held her hand.

"It's different," he said.

When Zhuang Yibo heard this, he was silent for a moment, slowly lowered his eyes, and then said softly: "Actually, they are all the same tricks."

"Is it the same?" Shin Wangjin reached out to slide over the keys. "It is said that music is spiritual. What kind of mood will play something like... It turns out that it is true."

Her fingertips couldn't help but shrink, but the next moment, she was held by him again.

He raised her hand and looked in front of him. Then his eyes fell on her face again, and he laughed slowly, saying, "Didn't that solve the problem of Zhuang's family and you will be in a better mood?"

Zhuang Yibo just looked at him quietly without answering.

"If that's the case..." Shen Wangjin suddenly put her hand on her lips, kissed her, turned around and looked upstairs, "Shen Ruiwen!"

Soon, Shen Ruiwen came, "Mr. Shen, what are your instructions?"

"You should prepare for the investment in Zhuang's family, the faster the better," said Shen Wangjin.

After hearing this, Shen Ruiwen couldn't help but look at Zhuang Yibo first, and then said, "Okay, I'll do it now."

Shen Wangjin asked a few other precautions, and Shen Ruiwen answered them one by one, and soon turned around and prepared for it.

Then Shin Wangjin turned his head and looked at Zhuang Yibo who was sitting beside him, "Now, do you want to play it again?"

Zhuang Yibo looked at him quietly, but after a moment, he pursed his lips gently and whispered: "Can you play again tomorrow? I... may not be in good condition today."

When Shin Wangjin heard this, he just looked at her, "Say it again?"

When he said this, he was not dissatisfied or angry, but rather with a hint of expectation...

Zhuang Yibo was stunned and really opened his mouth and repeated: "Can you play it again tomorrow..."

As soon as she said something, Shin Wangjin suddenly reached out and gently stroked her face.

She didn't say much, and there was no smile on her face, but he felt that there was a hint of anger and agility in the face in front of him suddenly, and it was no longer the state of being at all times before.

Although this is far from what he wants, it seems to be very gratifying and satisfying now.

He couldn't help laughing softly, and then slowly approached her, "What should I do if I don't play the piano in such a great time?"

She lowered her eyes again and avoided his gaze slightly.

However, before he could hide himself completely, Shin Wangjin had already lifted her chin, then came forward and kissed her lips.

Her lips were as soft as ever, but this time, it seemed like there was a little more sweetness.

Unprecedented sweetness.

...

The next morning, the bedroom.

The thin morning light of winter penetrated through the white gauze. Zhuang Yibo was held in his arms by Shen Wangjin and kissed him almost blurred.

From yesterday to this morning, he seemed to be addicted to kissing. In just over ten hours, I don’t know how many reincarnations it is.

Finally, when everything came to peace, Zhuang Yibo was unable to lie on his shoulders and let his hot breath pass through his neck.

The next moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded again outside the door.

This is the third time this morning, accompanied by Shen Ruiwen's embarrassing voice: "Mr. Shen, the video conference in Europe cannot be delayed..."

This time, Shin Wangjin finally responded to him: "I understand."

Through the door, Zhuang Yibo seemed to hear Shen Ruiwen's relieved voice. Before she could move, Shen Wangjin's hand once again put on her waist, "Are you hungry? Get up first for breakfast."

"I don't want to eat." She replied softly, "I want to sleep."

He pinched her chin and smiled, "Eat and sleep."

She seemed a little depressed, but she still responded reluctantly.
Chapter completed!