She picked it up and looked at it carefully. Inside was a group photo of three people, all wearing dark green military uniforms. There were two men with a woman in the middle. The three of them were very happy, holding each other's shoulders, and they were extremely intimate.
It turned out that Rong Beiming had really been a soldier, and he looked so handsome in military uniform. He was such a man. Yu Nianen couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it, thinking that this is how a nymphomaniac becomes?
The more she looked at her, the more she felt that this man was too good-looking. How about this? God was so kind to him, so many women had been moved to their reserved hearts for no reason.
She glared at Rong Beiming in the photo, and then looked at the woman next to her. She was dressed in military uniform and had a heroic appearance. She was so beautiful that she couldn't help but want to look at her more.
Looking to the side, the man was about the same age as Rong Beiming, but his skin was much darker, and his angular facial features were very heroic.
He seems to be more easy-going than Rong Beiming. Rong Beiming is that kind of man. He is naturally domineering and less kind. But such a man is the most attractive to women because they all want his love.
After all, having such an outstanding man is definitely something for a woman to be proud of.
"Nian En! What are you waiting for?" At this time, Rong Beiming's impatient shout came from the living room.
"Okay, it's coming!" Yu Nianen hurriedly put down the photo frame he was holding, moved it to its original position, and then opened the first drawer on the right side of the desk.
There is a stack of piano scores inside, with the covers printed in English. The Chinese names of the songs are neatly written in pen at the bottom of the cover. The handwriting is vigorous and beautiful.
She flipped through it casually, and the words "Wedding in a Dream" fell into her sight. She grabbed the music score, closed the drawer and walked quickly to the living room.
Rong Beiming was sitting on the piano bench, resting his head on his elbows. He looked at her coming over, stretched out his hand and pulled her to his side, sat down, and asked calmly: "Why did it take so long?"
"Just took a look?"
"Oh?" He took the piano score in her hand, "What's so beautiful that you can just look at it for so long?"
Who else? Look at you! Yu Nianen muttered to himself, pressed his fingers on the keys, and played a few simple doo-woo-mi.
"There are so many piano scores, why did you choose this one?" Rong Beiming looked at it and frowned, held the piano scores in his hand, and went to the study with a sullen face and without saying a word.
Yu Nianen, who was full of enthusiasm to listen to his playing, was suddenly shocked. In anger, he couldn't help but get angry, got up and went upstairs.
When she returned to the room, she went directly into the bathroom. After taking a bath, she realized that she had forgotten her pajamas, so she wrapped herself in a bath towel and walked out.
"I didn't say anything to you, why are you so angry?" At the door of the bathroom, Rong Beiming pulled her into his arms.
Yu Nianen was startled, slapped his chest and shouted in a low voice: "Which of your eyes saw that I was angry? Let go! I am very tired and want to sleep!"
Isn't it just a piece of music score? He said he wanted to get it, but he didn't say which one could get it and which one couldn't get it. He turned his back on it in a second, how could she not be angry?
"What are you doing here if you're not angry?"
"I'm tired, and I don't want to hear you play the piano anymore. If you want to play in the future, find someone who likes to listen. I'm not lucky." After she finished speaking, she struggled hard, and accidentally, the bath towel slipped down.