I heard you are getting a divorce

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"Get out of Bertram, and I'll give you back the man, what do you think?"

"The grievances between you and Bertram have nothing to do with me. If you dare to touch a hair of him, I will definitely make you regret it."

Ting Er briefly estimated Yan Mingzhuo's weight in Han Siyu's heart, probably just beginning to feel heavy, enough for him to miss him, but not enough to give up power and sacrifice everything for him.

Tinger shook his head and smiled: "It seems that he is not worth the price, why don't I talk to you after he is worth the price. I will keep an eye on your movements all the time. If you dare to act rashly, don't blame me for tearing up the ticket."

"You..." There was a busy tone on the phone, and Han Siyu was hung up when he called back.

"Where is he?"

Qin Huai overheard his phone call, and Qin Huai glanced at his face coldly.

It can be said that Qin Huai looked down on Han Siyu more and more.

For someone like Qin Huai who had been in the army all year round, there was a supreme friendship and trust among his comrades.

Han Siyu's various behaviors towards Yan Mingzhuo made Qin Huai think that Han Siyu was a traitor who sold out his friends and wanted glory, or a traitor who was a fox.

"Bertram's son, in Tyler's hands. Don't act rashly, he will tear up the ticket."

Qin Huai sneered coldly, and mocked Han Siyu: "That Ting'er made a mistake this time, it's okay, you can be your head of the family safely, and I will get him back.

"It's just that you don't want to covet the person I got back. I'll introduce him to an officer with absolutely high loyalty. I'm sure he's more trustworthy than your unjust ex-husband."

Han Siyu's thin lips were tightly pursed. If his eyes could shoot arrows, he would have rained arrows on Qin Huai: "I will rescue him before you."

Han Siyu led the people out of the hospital, and pressed his slender and bony hands between his eyebrows. He should have taken Yan Mingzhuo back directly, but who knew that such a mistake would have happened.

……

When Qin Huai returned to Tangyuan, Bai Wenmo was still waiting for him to come back, and the lights were still on. Qin Huai had already called him on the way just now, and told Bai Wenmo all about today's situation.

Bai Wenmo stomped his feet angrily, and pressed Qin Huai's hand to rescue him: "Will Ming Zhuo be in danger if he falls into that Tinger's hands? Han Siyu, the white-eyed wolf, had Ming Zhuo spend all his wealth back then." Let him do business, and now Mingzhuo is in danger and needs him, yet he didn't say anything?"

Qin Huai stroked his back and gave him a smooth hair: "He will be fine. Tinger is just exploring Han Siyu's weakness. It just so happens that Han Siyu came back to look for Yan Mingzhuo. It won't do him any good if he touches Yan Mingzhuo, it will only make Han Siyu I will fight him to the death. I have sent someone to find out about Mingzhuo, and I will protect him secretly and find the right time to rescue him."

Bai Wenmo vented his anger on Qin Huai, and hit Qin Huai with his fist without pain or itching: "I'm so mad, why didn't you stop me when I left him? Ah... I really killed Mingzhuo... "

Qin Huai clenched his fist: "Today he thought that Yan Mingzhuo was dead and almost beat others to death. Your good brother will have time to take revenge. Don't take your anger out on me."

Bai Wenmo withdrew his hand reluctantly: "He's worse than you."

"When did I become a scumbag?" Qin Huai picked him up and went upstairs, "It's getting late, Xiao Ze woke up early and wanted to make trouble with us, go to bed first, we'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."

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When Yan Mingzhuo woke up, the pointer of the small light gray alarm clock on the bedside table pointed to [-]:[-]. Yan Mingzhuo really admired himself for being able to sleep so deeply in a strange bed in a strange room.

He got out of bed to wash, and then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

There were bursts of beautiful and melodious piano sounds in his ears. He subconsciously looked out of the window, and the only thing he saw was the house, except for the flowers and trees.

The door was knocked twice, and it was the maid who came in with a sandwich and milk, and the piano music was louder.

Yan Mingzhuo looked out the window, but he could only see the wall of the corridor. The servant aunt put the breakfast on the table, and Yan Mingzhuo asked curiously, "Auntie, where is the sound of the piano coming from?"

The servant aunt smiled: "Our young master is playing the piano. He plays for an hour every morning after breakfast."

"Can I go take a look?"

"I don't know. I need to ask. The eldest young master just asked me to bring you breakfast." The nanny didn't mean to make things difficult, and then she turned around and left.

This servant has been with Tinger for many years. She is as old as Tinner's mother. She has been taking care of Tinner since he was very young. Tyler leaves.

Yan Mingzhuo picked up the sandwich and ate it in big mouthfuls, and then drank half a glass of milk in one gulp. When the servant appeared at the door again, he had already finished his breakfast, and he was not even full.

The servant aunt said something to the person guarding the door, and the person at the door turned away, and the servant aunt came in: "Sir, come with me."

Yan Mingzhuo nodded: "Thank you, Auntie."

Yan Mingzhuo followed the servant aunt through the corridor. This manor should be newly built, but the style is relatively retro, and there are regular patterns on the walls.

The piano music seems to have suddenly lowered the difficulty, and a familiar musical note of the wedding in the dream flutters in the corridor.

The figure of Tinger playing the piano appeared in sight, and the footsteps of the nanny stopped outside the fan-shaped door, and then backed away.

Ting Er was wearing an off-white turtleneck sweater. He was not sitting in the sun, but Yan Mingzhuo felt that the sun was shining on him from two meters away from him.

The slender fingers danced nimbly on the black and white keys, Yan Mingzhuo didn't have the heart to disturb him, if it wasn't for this person who tied him here, he would have praised Tinger for playing well.

The last note was over, and Tinger looked over with a gentle smile: "I heard from Aunt Wang that you want to come and see, do you know how to play the piano?"

Yan Mingzhuo shook his head honestly: "I only learned a little bit, the piano is too difficult, I can't keep going."

Tinger beckoned to him: "Come here."

Yan Mingzhuo walked over cautiously, only to see Tinger take out an individually packaged wet wipe from his trouser pocket: "Wipe your hand that just grabbed the sandwich first, I love my piano very much."

"Oh."

Yan Mingzhuo tore off the package of the wet wipes, wiped his hands carefully, and then threw them into the trash can in the corner.

"sit down."

Yan Mingzhuo sat beside Tinger.

"What can you play? I'll listen to one."

It is true that Yan Mingzhuo hasn't touched the piano for a long time, so he can't help but feel a little timid, afraid of making a mistake, he dares not play for a long time.

Tinger stretched out a finger on the key and poked a very simple little star one note at a time, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you play it wrong."

Yan Mingzhuo began to play the night sky which he played the most times with his memory and muscle memory.

[The author has something to say: The night sky is the song I composed, don't pay attention to hhh

Dream weddings are not.

Last week I wanted to end it today, and I didn’t have time to type, so I had to postpone it ヽ('⌒′メ)ノ】