Chapter 4680 Do you think I am having trouble with you?

  Gu Jun smiled and squeezed her cheek, "When you say he is really pitiful, can you put down the gloating smile on his face?"

   "No," Ye Xingbei raised his face to look at him, smiling playfully, "I'm so happy, I can't hold it down!"

   "You!" Gu Jun rubbed her head eagerly, bowed her head and kissed her soft hair, only feeling that a heart was filled with happiness.

   "Dad, Mom!" The little tree seedling ran out of the painting.

  The two looked back, "What's the matter, son?"

   "Mom and Dad!" Little Sapling ran to them and pointed back to the guqin placed in the corner of the painting behind him: "Mom, guqin, do you want to play?"

   Ye Xingbei was a little tricky when he said.

  From an invisible angle of the little tree seedling, she cast a wink at Gu Jun one by one: "The little woman plays a piece for the fifth master. If the little girl plays well, the fifth master, don't forget to reward the little girl!"

  Gu Jun laughed lowly, leaning into her ear and saying, "I will give you my heart!"

  Ye Xingbei pursed his lips and smiled, using Gu Jun's body cover to block the eyes of several children, kissed the corner of his lips, and then took his hand into the cabin.

  Place the guqin and tune the strings, the ethereal and melodious sound of the piano soon sounded in the painting, and through the window, it floated on the sea.

   and the sound of the piano, Ye Xingbei gently lifted his teeth, singing leisurely: "

  The bright moon and stars, sprinkling the ground into a song,

  The bamboo shadow is swaying, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

  The beauty is shocking, and the heart is like me,

  A glance at ten thousand years, hidden in my heart.

  Fearless of trekking, I am awkward in the world.

   Flowers bloom on the Mo, a dream becomes a sea,

  The heartstrings are throbbing, from you.

  I’m on the tip of my heart, taking my favorite,

   Trace on paper, your style.

   Gaze at your eyes, frown your eyebrows and lose your strokes, your brilliant and amazing talent,

  Only the pen is left, my favorite..."

  Her singing voice is as clean and ethereal as the sound of a piano, and the sound is so natural that it cleanses people's hearts and has a long aftertaste.

  After singing a song, the young seedlings immediately clapped and applauded.

   Ye Xingbei's cheeks are blushing, and he touched the cheek of the little tree seedling, "It's really booing!"

"It's not a booze, it's my mother who sings really well!" Xiao Shumiao'er looked at Gu Junzhu: "Dad, you are so lucky to marry a girl who is such a gentle and beautiful mother who can play the piano and sing so well. When the little tree grows up, the little tree will be like a father and marry a girl like her mother to be his wife!"

   Ye Xingbei: "..."

  I don’t want to hear this kind of praise, what should I do?

  There is an inexplicable feeling that the son will belong to another woman in the future.

   Sad!

   Isn’t she mentally ill?

  She shuddered suddenly, her hair terrified!

  Waiting for a few children to find other fun again, ran away from her, she told Gu Junzhu what she had just felt in her heart with lingering fear, and asked worriedly: "What should I do? Am I mentally abnormal?"

"No," Gu Wuye was very calm: "It is because we have not given birth to many children. When the two small saplings are born in your stomach, you will not be so dependent on the young saplings. When they grow up, you will be anxious. They hurry up to find a wife and live their own lives. Don't bother you anymore! If you have five, seven, and nine, then you will be calmer, and you can't wait to package and sell it!"

   Ye Xingbei: "..."

  I believe in your evil!

  She smiled and patted Gu Jun, "I'm serious! Do you think I'm having trouble with you?"

  (End of this chapter)