Chapter 340 Are you stealing a kiss from me

Qingjun's eyebrows are set against a large expanse of peonies in full bloom. He curls his thin lips and lowers his eyebrows.

From the bones, exudes a noble and cold temperament. The fringe of the Buddha beads on the wrist flickered, as if it could instantly pull people into the time of war and unique feelings.

Fascinating is dying!

Song Yaoyao looked away from Huo Yunque with difficulty, unhealthy pictures always appeared in his mind involuntarily.

And a vocabulary learned from reading novels, the best——

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

But Song Yaoya felt that those large adjectives with gorgeous rhetoric could not describe the feeling of Huo Yunque.

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

The gorgeous and deep notes escaped from his mouth.

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

Huo Yunque smiled while propping his forehead, not telling him if he saw it through, "Then have you prepared it yet."

"Okay, okay!"

Song Yao stumbled back, and the small but slender fingers got used to the keys of the piano a little bit, and the next second, the sweet notes flowed out from under her hands.

Reverberating in this night sky.

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

It was because of this song that Song Yaoya had the idea of ​​learning the piano in his last life.

After a brief period of jerky, her fingers briskly jumped on the black and white keys, like a fish in water.

Each piece of music is played by different people and will produce different emotions and effects.

Like Song Yaoyao, the wedding in her dreams she played was sweet and brisk.

Each section feels different, warm as wind and sweet as honey.

Even after listening, people can't help but look forward to their 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 he was asleep.

He leaned there, like a painting.

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

"brother?"

Huo Yunque was motionless, breathing smoothly.

Song Yaoya took a deep breath, and suddenly remembered the unsuccessful incident of stealing her back then! It turns out that she has not given up!

This time, Song Yaoya clenched her fists to cheer herself up. Licking his lips, he leaned forward quickly.

Tweeted!

A quick kiss on his cheek.

"Well--"

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

"Song Yaoyao, are you kissing me stealthily?"

"I do not have!"

Song Yaoyao was shocked, and wanted to step back but forgot that he was kneeling on a chair. Suddenly unable to stabilize, fell down the chair.

She closed her eyes tightly in fright, for a long time, the pain she had imagined did not come.

Instead, she threw herself into a broad, scented arms.

Song Yaoya pressed her lips, but her heartbeat was speeding up crazily. It was a panic, an uncontrollable leap.

She she she-she kissed her brother!

Ahhhhh!

Song Yaoya almost wanted to stand up and spin and jump wildly to express her inner joy.

"Fuzzy."

The hot palm was against her back, her slender waist was pinched by the big palm, soft and soft, as if it would break at a single break.

Song Yao was stiff, his body tense.

(End of this chapter)