Chapter 567 Superstar (45)

After Bai Weiwei cried, he was taken home by He Nanxi.

He Nanxi tried to brainwash her. "This is your home. You don't have to know it. You can't help the lawyer. You will divide the property into you in minutes. You must take it. If you don't take it, you are stupid. You are stupid. I can't be stupid for the second time."

Bai Weiwei sighed and said: "Nancy, you are like an angel sent to save me."

He Nanxi smiled. "As long as you are happy, I can do anything."

Bai Weiwei: This is too easy to smash, and the sense of minute minutes is like a way to rise at any time.

She asked the system: "How much is the **** dog?"

System: "Ten."

Bai Weiwei: "In the face of the wife who gave him the job as a target, it is so good, it really is that the **** is extraordinary."

System: "The initial good feeling is five, and the remaining five points are when you cry and cry."

Bai Weiwei: "Hey, the **** man turned back to have a routine. When he didn't love him, he felt very rare."

She thought about it, but she still wanted to suspend her congratulations to Nanxi.

Worried that it was full of good feelings, the **** dog did not have a good feeling.

She had to dance her belly dance to the belly dance. At that time, it was useless how long she was a few meters thick.

It’s too shameful.

She can't do this.

After He Nanxi went home, Xingchong led Bai Weiwei to the music room.

"I have created a few more songs, I will play it for you."

Bai Weiwei can almost see the name of the song appearing in front of her eyes.

"My scorpion like a mother"

"Mother love is a mountain"

"Not a mother is better than a mother."

"Ah, your love for you, like the water of the Yellow River, come to heaven"

Bai Weiwei: Don't listen, don't want to listen, roll.

He Nanxi's slender fingers, gently open the lid of the piano, he sat down gracefully.

Then began to play the music he created.

This first piece of music is gentle and affectionate.

Bai Weiwei listened and listened as if she was going back to her mother's womb and wanted to sleep.

The notes under the fingers of He Nanxi have no lyrics, but they are more visual than the lyrics.

Tenderness is like water, not like his previous hit songs.

These songs are more like a bustling red, through the soldiers and iron horses, and finally become the purest love.

Play for only one person.

His soft light continued, and he couldn't help but sing a few words. His voice was **** and hoarse, and it was as clear as spring water.

Bai Weiwei couldn't help but keep her eyebrows soft.

Her nephew also gently picked up, the shadow of the shadow stage, sweet but not greasy, with a unique empty inspiration, perfectly matched with He Nanxi's voice.

The windows of the music room are glass windows.

The sun is shining in.

Covering her in the halo, she licked her soft face, a faint and ethereal song.

Let He Nanxi's finger pause, and he suddenly felt that she was the angel and sent him to save him in the dark mud.

When Bai Weiwei heard the music stop, she couldn’t help but smile and smile. "Good listening, Nancy."

He Nanxi bowed, and some unnaturally said: "You sing well."

He never thought about his own songs, singing from her mouth.

It would be like a scorpio.

Bai Weiwei did not seem to put his praise on his heart, but looked at him gently.

"Nancy, have you ever thought about going back to the stage?"

He Nanxi stunned, his fingers fell on the keys and made a bang.

Bai Weiwei smiled. "In fact, I just feel that you must be dazzling on the stage."

(End of this chapter)