Chapter 548: The Man Who Should Have Died Six Years Ago
Gu Nanqiao struggled several times but couldn't succeed, because he had saved her life, she was not very emotional and resisted violently, and was finally pulled into the car by him.
Si Ling pulled the seat belt and wanted to help her buckle it, but Gu Nanqiao hurriedly took it, "I'll do it myself." β
He didn't insist, and got into the driver's seat around the front of the car.
The car drove onto the main road, and Gu Nanqiao looked at him sideways, "Where are you going?" β
He pretended to be mysterious, "I'll know when I get there." β
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asked several times, but couldn't get an answer, so Gu Nanqiao had to give up.
Sling drove around the streets and alleys, and finally stopped in front of a duplex apartment.
The apartment is built on the outskirts of the city, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and the surrounding environment is very peaceful and serene.
After parking, he looked sideways at her and said lightly, "It's here." β
Then he got out of the car, took the key out of his pocket and opened the door to the villa.
Gu Nanqiao also got out of the car, but he stood there a little unable to take a step.
She ran to this quiet suburb with a strange man, and there was not even a figure around, and even if he sold her, no one would know.
Si Ling opened the door, but he didn't see her coming, so he couldn't help but look back.
Seeing her hesitation, he paced back and pulled her over, "I won't do anything to you, don't worry." β
The uneasiness in Gu Nanqiao's heart eased a little, and then he followed him in hesitantly.
The dΓ©cor in the apartment is European style, exquisite and beautiful, and the environment is very clean and almost spotless.
In the living room there was a piano with a piece of cloth with a complicated pattern on it.
Si Ling stretched out his long arm, lifted the cloth, and then sat down, "I will play a tune, and you should be the only listener, even if it is your gratitude to me for saving you last time." β
His slender fingers plucked the piano, and the gentle tone flowed from under his fingertips.
Gu Nanqiao was a little surprised, this man seemed to be on the aggressive side, she didn't expect that he would know such an elegant thing as a piano.
It's better to listen to it than to be uneasy, and there is really nothing to worry about seeing him like this.
Si Ling moved a chair next to her and handed it to her, Gu Nanqiao took it and sat down behind him.
She looked at his fingers, her gaze calm.
Si Ling lowered his head, his fingers lightly resting on the piano keys, and his eyes were extremely focused.
Melodious melodies waft into every corner of the living room, and the soft tones seem to soothe people's restless moods.
The man's fingertips weaved nimbly through the keys, and the notes jumped between his fingers.
Gu Nanqiao didn't know much about the piano, but she had to admit that the music he played was indeed very good.
It's as if the whole person is integrated into this song, completely isolated from the world, and it is difficult for anyone to get close.
She couldn't see through his face under the mask, but she could vaguely feel the light wounds emanating from his body, and this song seemed to pour out her thoughts about a person, and it seemed to be reminiscing about the past.
Gu Nanqiao was a little curious.
Who is he missing? What are you remembering?
After playing a song unconsciously, Si Ling withdrew his hand, but his fingertips were still on the black and white buttons.
He turned his gaze to her, and there was an indescribable emotion in his gaze, "Does that sound good?" β
She nodded, "That's good." β
Si Ling smiled, his gaze drifting out of the distance, "I haven't played the piano for six years. β