Chapter 340 Are You Stealing and Kissing Me?

Qing Jun's brows and eyes were set against a backdrop of large expanses of peonies in full bloom. He hooked his thin lips and lowered his brows.

From the bones, it exudes a noble and cold temperament. The Buddha beads on the wrist swayed gently, as if it could instantly pull people into that time when the war was raging and there was a unique feeling.

Charming as hell!

Song Yaoyao struggled to look away from Huo Yunque, and unhealthy images always appeared in his mind.

And a vocabulary learned from reading novels, superb——

The male protagonists in the novel are all with golden body proportions, wide shoulders, narrow hips, long legs, handsome and rich.

But Song Yaoyao felt that those adjectives piled up with gorgeous words in a large space could not describe the feeling of Huo Yunque.

"Song Yaoyao, why are you in a daze?"

Gorgeous low notes escaped from his mouth.

"No! Brother, I'm brewing emotions!"

Huo Yunque held his forehead and smiled.

"Okay, okay!"

Song Yaoyao stumbled back, her fingers that were small but slender as jade were a little used to playing the keys, and the next second, the pleasant notes flowed out from under her hands.

echoed in the night sky.

"Wedding in a Dream" is in G minor. In the fixed mode, 1=bB, and in the first mode, it ends with "6". It happens that 6 is the G key in the fixed mode, so it is called G minor.

Song Yaoyao had the idea of ​​learning the piano because of this song in her last life.

After a brief jerky, her fingers jumped briskly over the black and white keys, like a duck to water.

Each piece is played by different people, and it will produce different emotions and effects.

Like Song Yaoyao, the wedding in her dreams is sweet and brisk.

Each piece feels different, warm as the wind, sweet as honey.

Even listening to it, people can't help but look forward to their own wedding.

The man closed his eyes, tapped his fingers, and tapped casually.

Until the last note fell, the surroundings returned to silence again.

The man closed his eyes as if asleep.

He leaned there like a painting.

Song Yaoyao knelt on the seat and leaned over quietly, "Brother, are you asleep?"

"elder brother?"

Huo Yunque was motionless, breathing steadily.

Song Yaoyao took a deep breath and suddenly remembered her unsuccessful kiss-stealing incident! It turns out that she hasn't given up yet!

This time, Song Yaoyao clenched her fists to cheer herself up. Licking his lips, he moved closer.

Tweet!

A quick kiss on his cheek.

"Well--"

The man quietly raised the corners of his lips, his slender eyelashes raised, and his eyes were clear.

"Song Yaoyao, are you stealing a kiss from me?"

"I do not have!"

Song Yaoyao was taken aback and wanted to step back, but she forgot that she was kneeling on the chair. Suddenly unable to stabilize, he fell to the chair.

She was so frightened that she closed her eyes, and for a long time, the pain she imagined did not come.

Instead, she threw herself into a wide, fragrant embrace.

Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, but her heartbeat was accelerating frantically.

She she she - she kissed her brother!

Ah ah ah!

Song Yaoyao almost wanted to stand up and spin and jump like crazy to express her inner joy.

"Frizzy."

The hot palm was pressed against her back, the slender waist was pinched by the big palm, and the soft part seemed to break when it was broken.

Song Yaoyao stiffened, her body tense.