Wen Xinnuan seemed to have been pardoned, and chased him out: "Don't go, return the child to me." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Chinese I promise you what you want me to do. ”

“……”

"If you want me to die, I'll give you my life." She ran over to hug her son uncomfortably, "Bill's mother is here, and mother will never leave you." ”

Bill got into his mother's arms as he wished, and was finally satisfied, wiping away tears.

Luo Lei raised his eyebrows coldly: "Wen Xinnuan, don't forget your promise." ”

Wen Xinnuan hugged her son and didn't speak.

Roray looked at his watch again - frowning, shit, he had wasted enough time today.

After a few words of instruction to the bodyguard, he strode forward first.

Jing Jiaren came over and asked, "Where did he go?" ”

"I don't know, maybe it's rushing back to the banquet, maybe it's because he's busy with work, he's always been like this." Wen Xinnuan is used to it, "The time he spent with us doesn't add up to more than a week. ”

This man is even more scum than Simon Longting!

Jing Jiaren frowned - no, how can he be qualified to compare with Ximen Longting.

In a blink of an eye, she laughed at herself again, why did she always forget Simon Longting, who she saw and wanted to make a comparison? No matter how good Simon Longting is, it doesn't belong to her.

Naturally, under the watchful eye of bodyguards, they were sent to the villa.

Bill cried for too long, his eyes were sleepy all the time, but he didn't dare to sleep in the car, for fear that his mother would leave, and it was useless to coax Wen Xinnuan.

Jing Jiaren smiled lightly: "He is very sticky to you." ”

"Baby and I are one." Wen Xinnuan also smiled, "If I hadn't been sent to China this time, I would never have been separated from him for a day." ”

Jing Jiaren suddenly wanted a child.

Only children are the only ones who truly belong to themselves, loyal to themselves, unlike men......

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The slender hand pulled up the white glove and placed it on the keys.

The black piano is recognizable, and a bewitching rose is inserted in a thin-necked glass bottle on the piano table.

The petals slowly fell off a piece of ......

The fingers roamed the piano for a try, and in the spacious and luxurious living room, the devil's melody sounded.

It's Black Sunday.

The complete version of this song has been destroyed all over the world, and only the fifth measure of this song can be found in general circulation......

It was born in France in 1932 and was destroyed in 1945. It is said that no one who has actually listened to this song survives, and it uses infrasound waves and other means to stimulate the nerves of the cerebral cortex, and the human brain and infrasound waves with a frequency of 20Hz can resonate, which is not at all able to be restrained by willpower. The scale of this piece is beyond the limits of human tolerance, so it is also called "death music" or "the devil's invitation".

Leng Lintian's handsome face was reflected on the black piano stand.

He played the Devil's Tune indifferently.

He only knows a small part of this piece, because this melody echoes in his mind all the time.

He remembered the death of Leng's mother, who died on the keys after playing this melody as usual.

Panicked footsteps knocked outside the door—

Xiao Wing heard the melody of the piano, pushed the door open suddenly, and saw the man in front of the piano, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

This was followed by a great deal of euphoria.

"Young Master, you're awake!"

She just took a short breath, and when she woke up, she suddenly saw that the big bed was empty and the person was gone!