A beautiful reporter encounters the rich second generation of beasts: the confused wife broke into the wrong house 191. Lover: Your Little Wife Scents 2
Gong Si shook her sleepy head and looked away from Tang Shaobai's tender and affectionate eyes. When she looked through the car window, she saw a small white bungalow standing quietly in the hazy night.
The evening breeze blew by, and the wind chimes in front of the small bungalow tinkled with the wind, as crisp as a song.
Gong Si stared blankly for a while, then looked back at Tang Shaobai and said with a smile: "Young Master Tang is a very romantic man."
He would build such an exquisite bungalow in such a quiet place, and would also bring someone to accompany him in his madness on such a night. Such a man must have some romantic qualities, right?
Tang Shaobai smiled. He got out of the car first and helped Gong Si open the car door: "Let's go and have a look at my house."
Gong Si got out of the car and walked side by side with Tang Shaobai.
The breeze lifted her long hair and swayed it away in strands. Some of it playfully hit Tang Shaobai's neck. He unconsciously lowered his eyes and looked at the woman's dark hair, which had a faint fragrance and was so elegant.
There is no trace. If you don't smell it carefully, you will feel like you are not aware of it.
He froze in place, watching Gong Si's slender figure stretched long and long under the dim street light...
Gong Si was walking in front. She suddenly felt that there was no one behind her. She looked back and saw Tang Shaobai standing there. The lights were dim and she could not see his face clearly. She didn't know what he was thinking.
"Didn't you bring the key? Why don't you come back next time if you have a chance?" Gong Si smiled lightly, having already thought of leaving.
This was Tang Shaobai's private property, and it was already late at night. It was not good for a man and a woman to be together. She felt that it was wrong of her to do this, and it felt more like she was sorry for Luo Cheng, even though she and Tang Shaobai had no romantic relationship.
Tang Shaobai said nothing and took the key and opened the door.
The moment the door was pushed open, Gong Si's eyes jumped into the exquisite and simple living room. The bungalow was full of black and white furniture, and there was a European palace-style circular white curved staircase leading all the way up. She looked up in confusion.
, I saw a beautiful white piano at the end of the curved staircase.
While Gong Si was in a daze, Tang Shaobai pulled her towards the curved staircase, and soon they arrived in front of the white piano.
Tang Shaobai sat in front of the piano, brushing the keys with his long fingers and sliding out a beautiful note.
Gong Si looked around with beautiful eyes and found that the surroundings were surrounded by pure white curtains. She curiously opened the curtains and looked at the world outside the window. Not far away, there was a huge building with bright lights.
The building is oval in shape and looks very beautiful in the night. It is actually the West Bird Resort.
"Correspondent Gong, do you want to play a song?" Tang Shaobai's voice sounded not far behind Gong Si.
Gong Si looked back, shook her head and laughed: "I only know the surface, and I don't dare to show my shame."
"Come here, I'll teach you." Tang Shaobai said and stood up, forcing Gong Si to sit down.
As soon as his big palm covered the back of her delicate white hand, Gong Si shrank away, lowered her eyes and smiled: "I'll try it myself."
Tang Shaobai retracted his hand and stepped aside, wondering whether Gong Si could play the piano.
When a string of melodious notes flowed out from Gong Si's fingertips, Tang Shaobai's eyes were fixed on Gong Si's calm little face, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes.
He thought that this woman couldn't play the piano, but unexpectedly, it was just the opposite. Not only could she play, but she played it very well.
Gong Si played half of the song, then shrank her hands and shook her head: "It's been too long since I haven't played, I'm rusty." She hadn't touched this thing for ten years...
