Shen Wangjin didn't look back, he just reached out and grabbed her, pulling her to the piano bench and sitting side by side with him.

"Play a piece of music." He said, "Just play... the song "Girl's Prayer" that you used to play."

Zhuang Yibo was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect that he would know the name of the song, but he still nodded, and then slowly put his fingers on the keys.

He said that she used to play this piece of music a lot, but she couldn't remember the mood in which she played it when she was at Shen's house.

She can only work hard and try to find the most suitable rhythm for this song...

But it still failed.

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

"It's different." He said.

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yibo was silent for a moment, slowly lowered his eyes, and then said in a low voice: "Actually, they are all played in the same way."

"Is it the same?" Shen Wangjin stretched out his hand and slid it across the keys. "They say music is spiritual. What kind of mood will determine what kind of music will be played... It turns out to be true."

Her fingertips shrank uncontrollably, but the next moment, they were held by him again.

He raised her hand, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, then his eyes fell on her face again, he smiled slowly and said: "If that solves Zhuang's problem, your mood will get better."

a little?"

Zhuang Yibo just looked at him quietly without answering.

"If that's the case..." Shen Wangjin suddenly put her hand to her lips, kissed her, and then turned to look upstairs, "Shen Ruiwen!"

Soon, Shen Ruiwen came in response, "Mr. Shen, what are your orders?"

"The sooner you prepare for the capital injection into Zhuang's business, the better." Shen Wangjin said.

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

Shen Wangjin asked a few more things to pay attention to. Shen Ruiwen answered them one by one and quickly turned around to make preparations.

Shen Wangjin then turned around and looked at Zhuang Yibo, who was sitting next to him, "Now, do you want to play it again?"

Zhuang Yibo looked at him quietly. After a moment, he slightly pursed his lips and whispered: "Can I play again tomorrow? I may not be in a good state today."

Shen Wangjin listened, but just looked at her, "Say it again?"

When he said this, he did not say it with dissatisfaction or anger, but with a hint of expectation...

Zhuang Yibo was stunned, and he opened his mouth and repeated: "Can I play it again tomorrow..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Wangjin suddenly reached out his hand and gently touched her face.

She didn't say much, and there wasn't much of a smile on her face, but he felt inexplicably that the face in front of him suddenly had a hint of life and agility, and it was no longer the calm state it had been before.

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

He chuckled uncontrollably, and then slowly approached her, "In such a great time, if you don't play the piano, what should you do?"

She lowered her eyes again and slightly avoided his gaze.

However, before she could completely hide herself, Shen Wangjin had already lifted her chin, then came forward and kissed her lips.

Her lips were as soft as ever, but this time, they seemed to have a little more sweetness.

Sweeter than ever.

…

The next morning, bedroom.

The thin morning light in winter filtered through the white gauze. Zhuang Yibo was held in Shen Wangjin's arms and kissed almost in a blur.

From yesterday to this morning, he seemed to be addicted to kissing her. This short period of more than ten hours had been like countless reincarnations.

Finally, when everything calmed down, Zhuang Yibo lay helplessly on his shoulder, letting his hot breath pass over his neck.

The next moment, there was another knock on the door.

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

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

Through the door, Zhuang Yibo seemed to be able to hear Shen Ruiwen's sigh of relief. Before she could move, Shen Wangjin's hand wrapped around her waist again, "Are you hungry? Get up and have breakfast first."

"I don't want to eat." She replied in a low voice, "I want to sleep."

He pinched her chin, chuckled and said, "Eat before you sleep."

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