Jun Ruyi never expected that Qin Xin was actually Mr. Yun, and her piano also played the big shot, and was praised as a national treasure by her father.

It seems that there are some reasons and strength for that damn woman to be able to approach Mr. Nalan.

Her eyes became even more serious and she looked at Qin Xin a little more.

But she thought in a blink of an eye that she was standing outside the concert hall for an hour and her feet were almost numb. It was thanks to this woman that she had been driven out of the concert hall before, and it must have been this damn woman who was badly punished.

The raging rage burned again in an instant.

The little bitch named Qin, I and you are incompatible.

What kind of national treasure is you, I want you to become my prisoner.

From afar, Qin Wenrou also watched Qin Xin come over, and she was trembling - Qin Xin can actually play the piano, and she can actually???

She grabbed Mrs. Qin behind her and lowered her voice and asked: "Mom, when did you hire a piano teacher for Qin Xin to learn piano? Why don't I know?"

Mrs. Qin, who was late, had not figured out the situation: "No, your sister just practiced an oboe when she was a child, and what does it have to do with your sister? Now it's Xiaoshuang, why did he worship such a powerful master?"

"Have you never practiced?" Qin Wenrou was stunned, feeling that her heart was stabbed with a knife. "If you haven't hired a teacher, then you're learning by yourself?"

Is it better to be more jealous than to pass on the legacy of famous teachers?

Is this the rhythm of jealousy to her death?

What else can she, the damn genius sister, not be able to do it?

Why is she so unlucky and has to live under the shadow of this dead sister for the rest of her life?

This is unfair!

Qin Wenrou felt an invisible big hand that tightly clamped her throat, suffocating her, making her breathless, and making her want to rush up and strangle Qin Xin to death.

However, she could only think about it.

The crowd separated her and Qin Xin from each other.

She couldn't even touch the corner of Qin Xin's clothes.

Almost all of them were Qin Xin's fans. Even passers-by were fans of the national treasure-level piano master at this moment. How could she allow her to attack Qin Xin?

She could only watch Qin Xin leave.

Like a pinch of soil, looking up at the peonies blooming on the branches.

==

Underground garage.

Nalan Yejue had already come down from the special elevator first, preheated the vehicle, and waited for Qin Xin and his brothers.

"Brother-in-law!"

Xiaoshuang's voice was particularly loud.

Nalan Yejue curled his lips slightly, opened the car door, and touched his head: "Do you like this kind of concert?"

"like!"

"Next time my brother-in-law will make arrangements for you." As he said that, Nalan Yejue turned his head and looked at the cold and indifferent little woman with deep meaning. "However, your sister is better at inviting guests. My brother-in-law is only responsible for the venue."

Xiaoshuang widened her eyes and was disbelief: "Brother-in-law, isn't the guest you invited today...is it... sister...?"

Could it be that they were all invited by my sister, those big names???

Qin Xin coughed and got into the car unnaturally: "I didn't invite you, I don't know, don't ask me."

Nalan Yejue's lip line curve became more and more curled.

The little lady is really cute.

She is not good at lying, and her ears will be red when she lies.

Let people...

I really want to take a bite.

His Adam's apple drifted away.

"Brother-in-law, why don't you drive? Is there something on my sister's hair? Are you staring at me all the time?"

After being reminded by Xiaoshuang, Nalan Yejue coughed lightly and started the car: "Her hair... looks good."

Qin Xin: “…”

Unnaturally touched her short wig. Should she thank Rhodiola Rhodiola for the first-class quality of the wig that she made for her?

Qin Xin lowered her head and fiddled with her cell phone absent-mindedly.

I accidentally clicked on a voice recording...

The man's voice was played from the phone's receiver, powerful and powerful, allowing Nalan Yejue to hold the steering wheel's hand slightly tilt the direction-
Chapter completed!