Madame changed her dress again today

Lin Nanqiao suppressed the soreness in his heart and walked to his side.

With one hand resting on the piano, the other held his hot jaw, "Honey, it's me. Since I'm here, I don't plan to leave."

She spoke in two languages.

Jin Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at the blurred face in front of him.

He could smell the fragrance emanating from her.

She said, since I'm here, I don't plan to leave.

Oh, he wasn't dreaming.

His eyes were narrowed, and his evil and violent dark aura was fully opened. Because of the high fever, his hoarse voice was cold and evil: "Do you know who I am?"

Lin Nanqiao was too familiar with this clown's face.

It was Jin Yu who was so familiar that she ignored his unique dark aura.

She couldn't hear the danger in his tone, she only felt his uneasiness.

She lowered her head and kissed his lips: "Stupid! You are my dear boyfriend!"

The hand resting on the piano caressed the back of his neck gently, as if comforting a wounded animal.

Jin Yu closed her eyes, let her sit on the piano bench, and embraced her in her arms.

Lin Nanqiao felt the abnormal heat in his body.

At the same time, there was a faint smell of blood.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a smear of bright red blood on the white keys.

Her eyebrows twitched heavily, she moved away, moved her lips, and held his wrist. Without rolling up his sleeves, she saw that the cuffs were dyed red.

"Your wound is open! How can you still play the piano!" She said angrily.

"It's just that the wound is open, it's not that the finger is broken, why can't you play it?" Jin Yu asked with a smile in his voice.

Hoarse voice, tone hidden danger: "Don't you ask me how the wound opened?"

If she asked, he would answer honestly that the arms split when Ji's family picked her up and threw her into the swimming pool.

He is the cruel and perverted Great Demon King Jinyu in her mouth.

Lin Nanqiao's eyebrows jumped again: "Your tone is exactly the same as when Dabao did something bad! I don't want to ask! lest I will be mad at you!"

Jin Yu laughed, narrowed her reddish eyes, and looked at her with a bad look: "Nan Qiao, I gave you a chance to let you know who I am, but you gave up. Then don't blame me for hiding your secrets from me." identity."

His words were so arrogant and blatant.

But Lin Nanqiao didn't listen at all.

All of her heart is concerned with his injury.

"No, your wound must be treated as soon as possible! Get up quickly, and I'll take you to the hospital!"

She grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him up.

Han Zhuonian mentioned that his immune system is very weak, and if the wound is opened, it is easy to get inflamed and cause a high fever.

His breath is hot now.

You don't need to take your temperature, you know he must have a high fever!

Jin Yu was still sitting on the piano bench, looking up at her.

His eye sockets are deep, and his amber pupils are large. When he looks at her from this angle, he has a bewitching innocence.

Whenever Lin Dabao wanted to do something, he would look at her with such eyes.

"I'm fine. Today is Sunday, and I have to play the piano here. Nan Qiao, let me play the piano here, okay?"

This man actually imitated Lin Dabao!

What's even more tragic is that, as if she couldn't refuse Lin Dabao, she couldn't refuse him either!

And he didn't give her a chance to refuse, so he forcefully pulled her back onto the piano bench.

The injured arm tightly wrapped around her waist, and her body was forced to be confined in his arms.

His chin rested on her shoulder, the man's hoarse voice, with a smile: "Just let me play the piano here, okay? Don't say no."

Lin Nanqiao's ears turned red from his hot breath.

She turned her head to look at him, at such a close distance, his beautiful reddish eyes seemed to be out of focus.

"Why do you have to come here to play the piano on Sunday?" Even if you have a high fever, you must come.

"Well, I promised Uncle Lin. If you can't control yourself, come here to play the piano." Jin Yu said.

After being diagnosed with prosopagnosia, he not only hated being touched by anyone, but also hated seeing anyone.

He couldn't control himself, and wanted to make those blurred faces disappear.

Only coming here to play the piano can calm him down.

After seeing Lin Nanqiao hugging Ji Hanchuan last night, he lost control again.

Her possessiveness was beyond his control.

If she wasn't Uncle Lin's daughter, he would have raped her in the swimming pool.

After she left the villa, he came to the orphanage to play the piano.

The sound of the piano, which had always been able to calm his emotions, didn't work at all!
Every second he wanted to find her and keep her by his side, even if she would die.

When his self-control was weak and fragile like a blank sheet of paper, she actually came to him!
Uncle Lin?

Which Uncle Lin?

What do you mean you can't control yourself?
Lin Nanqiao's usually calm mind was now like a ball of yarn scratched by a cat, unable to figure it out.

But when she saw Jin Yu's slender and fair fingers jumping on the black and white keys, her eyebrows twitched again.

She couldn't just watch him continue to play with his injured hand.

But she knew there was nothing she could do to stop him.

He played the dream wedding.

Her father's favorite tune.

It just so happens that she can play too.

Lin Nanqiao simply put his hand up.

Jin Yu stopped, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Lin Nanqiao's hand.

The girl's equally fair and beautiful hands, like elves, danced delicately and nimbly on the keys.

"You can play the piano? Don't you hate playing the most?"

Lin Nanqiao gave him a strange look - how did he know that she hated playing the piano the most?

When she was very young, her father taught her to play the piano.

However, her temperament was lively and beating, and she couldn't sit still at all.

Every time after playing for a while, I would clamor and refuse to play.

Although her father loves her, he is not at all ambiguous about practicing the piano.

As long as she makes a fuss and doesn't play, he will put on a straight face and attack her.

But she wasn't afraid at all, and he wouldn't really beat her up if she was determined.

It wasn't until his death that she settled down and started learning the piano seriously.

Lin Nanqiao's past life with his father emerged in Lin Nanqiao's mind, and his eyes couldn't help getting wet.

Lin Nanqiao didn't stop until he heard the sound of even and slightly heavy breathing, and turned to look at him.

He fell asleep on her shoulder.

Because of the high fever, his neck was flushed.

Lin Nanqiao struggled to help him up, he opened his eyes in a daze, the amber eyes seemed to be out of focus.

"No...today is Sunday, I promised Uncle Lin that I would play the piano here...I won't go..."

Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin.

Who is it?

Let him be so obedient!

Until the sound of slight footsteps.

Lin Nanqiao looked over and saw that it was the dean's grandfather coming downstairs.

Lin Nanqiao said guiltily to the dean's grandfather, "Dean's grandfather, I'm sorry to wake you up."

The dean's grandfather smiled gently: "Silly boy, what are you talking about? It's already five o'clock. I don't feel much old man. I usually wake up at this hour. If the clown doesn't want to leave, let him go to your father's room Rest. It was like this before, if he is not feeling well, he will go to your father's room."

Lin Nanqiao's father, Lin Feng, grew up in this church converted into an orphanage.

Lin Feng, Uncle Lin.

Lin Nanqiao's heart beat wildly, and she couldn't help asking: "Grandpa Dean, do Lin Feng and the clown know each other?"

The dean's grandfather didn't know that she was Lin Feng's daughter.

The dean's grandfather looked at Lin Nanqiao in surprise: "Nan Qiao, how did you know?"