Quick Transmigration System: Pounce on Male Gods Which Family’s Stronger

Bu Qingge bit his lip, closed his eyes, and said something difficult later, "We can try marriage, so that you know what I like for you!"

Yan Shengyi was surprised for a moment.

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

Bu Qingge nodded. She opened her eyes without looking straight, and looked at the man in front of her.

"I used to listen to your CD and go to your recital, but I like that you played music, which is very different from other people. Later, because I met some people and knew that you would practice cello in that place, I would ...Go to listen to you to practice..." Bu Qingge's voice became smaller and smaller, and at the back, it was completely unclear until the last sentence...

Her voice only increased a little so that Yan Shengyi could hear clearly.

"I feel that there are other repressed souls in your music. Those music are completely different from what you usually show. Just say I’m going to do much business, and I’m just worrying about it. I just want to know that living in that beautiful What is your soul behind the music!"

Yan Shengyi was a little moved. No one said anything to him.

Since entering the circle, the most heard by Yan Shengyi is that your music is really good. Your music makes me forget all my worries, and your music makes me regain my confidence...

All the people didn't hear it at all, and the little behind his music was suppressed.

However, Yan Shengyi hid this depression very deeply.

"What are you talking about?" Yan Shengyi calmed his emotions, a faint smile in his mouth, and his eyes were also calm.

Bu Qingge smiled embarrassedly: "Maybe I think too much! It's just that you feel very depressed after listening to the song for a long time. This depression is not due to sadness, but a kind of..."

The waiter she saw sent the things up and took a deep breath: "You just treat me without saying anything. Just now, just think about everything!"

Yan Shengyi gave her a thoughtful look, but she didn't speak.

Instead, she ate with her.

During the meal, the two of them were extremely quiet, and neither of them took the initiative to say a word.

Until Yan Shengyi bought the bill, she walked out with her.

He stared at some weak cloth light songs next to him, before he said: "Actually, you are correct."

Bu Qingge turned his head and stared at him in doubt, completely unable to understand what he meant for these words.

"My... music is indeed a bit depressed." Yan Shengyi squeezed a bitter smile. "No one can understand you except you."

"..." Bu Qingge walked in front of him and looked up at such a handsome man. It was better not to say anything for a while.

"Why do you look at me with such eyes?"

"..." Bu Qingge couldn't answer for a while.

"Send me back!"

"it is good!"

When she drove the car to the underground garage of the community.

Yan Shengyi was sitting in the co-pilot seat, and had no idea of ​​going down. He watched the song unravel the seat belt and sang a light, imperceptible smile on his lips.

"As you said before, I have considered it!"

"What are you thinking about?" Bu Qingge looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what Yan Shengyi wanted to express.

"Let's try marriage! Don't you want to know the real me?"