MTL - Mister Li, the Heart Bandit-Chapter 97 My name is Su Shi, do n’t come

Chapter 97 My Name Is Su Shi, Don't Come Without Me

After entering the seat, Li Shaoling regretted it.

He shouldn't have brought her. He was upset by so many men.

I really want to keep Ji Weixi in the room and never let him go out for a lifetime, so that he can enjoy it alone.

"You said that there will be an exhibition of Master Alice's work, is it really fake?" Ji Weixi looked at him with bright eyes.

Seeing Li Shaoling's throat knot scrolled up and down, hum.

"That's great!" Ji Weixi folded her hands and smiled brilliantly.

He couldn't look away.

It is simply a fairy, commonly known as a little fairy.

If he didn't know she liked alice the best, he could come to this place?

But it was worth it, and she could see such a beautiful smile.

"A sneeze--"

Ji Weixi sneezed and sneezed quietly. She sniffed and snotted.

The lights on the field gradually dimmed. After a few seconds, the bright lights on the field were very bright. She yawned again, and a tear burst into her eyes, her vision blurred.

At this moment, her shoulders were suddenly choked, and her warm palm pressed her head against a solid shoulder.

"Sleeping."

Ji Weixi's nasal sound was loud and humming: "At that moment, Alice's work came out, you have to tell me."

"Ok."

She closed her eyes, her eyelids getting heavier.

She breathed evenly, Li Shaoling looked down at her slightly.

Her small face reflected in the light was porcelain white, and the clear shadow of her eyelashes was spread on the eyelids. The pink lips slightly opened a seam to seduce.

He squeezed her tightly, and suddenly, he raised his eyes, and the sharp eyes fell on the man who was peeping not far away.

Li Shaoling scratched a trace of discomfort under his eyes, and then kissed Ji Weixi's lips gently.

When he raised his eyes again, his indifferent face revealed the power of sovereignty.

The man immediately drew his gaze, a little sorry.

Li Shaoling suddenly felt that many men met Ji Weixi, but Ji Weixi was his.

And also did that kind of unhealthy thing.

He hooked his lips slightly and was in a good mood.

Ji Weixi always slept in a noisy place, but this time his sleep was exceptionally good.

She felt Li Shaoling's body was so warm, she couldn't help shrinking into his arms.

Li Shaoling's eyes softened for a few minutes, and she took off her coat and put it on her body, and probed her forehead.

Then why is it so cold in the summer?

I don't know how long, Ji Weixi seemed to hear the host stumbled, "I have invited a famous pianist ..."

I didn't hear it later, it seemed to be called Su.

She awoke from her sleep, her eyes slowly opened, she sat upright, her body sore.

The jacket slipped from its narrow shoulders, Ji Weixi held it, and there was still a slight fragrance. She could not help turning her head to look at it.

Li Shaoling closed his eyes gently, as if asleep.

In this way, he was much gentler, lost his breath, and looked a bit like a boy next door.

At this moment, a piano sounded in her ear, attracted Ji Weixi's gaze and looked involuntarily.

In the center of the stage, under a beam of warm light, next to the elevated black and white piano, a man in a white shirt and black tie sat with his back straight.

Under the loose silver short hair, his face was melancholy, and his brows were hard to hide.

Cold and pale lips twitched softly, full of melancholy prince.

The slender fingers are skillfully intertwined on the black and white keys, and the music flows down from the fingers, and the sound of the piano is melodious.

This tune is calm and gentle, but looking at the man's face, there is a kind of sadness in it.

He is very contagious, and there is always someone who has lost his lover's love of playing the piano for a living.

Ji Weixi looked at his face through the screen, his eyes widened.

He was the man who nearly hit her at the funeral that day.

It turned out to be him!

Is he a pianist?

Ji Weixi's thoughts were involuntarily led by him.

The end of the song.

Deadly quiet on the field, Ji Weixi's eyes were actually wet.

The man stood slowly, the gentleman bowed, and thunderous applause rang out in the field.

Li Shaoling was awakened, his eyebrows were raised and his face was extremely displeased.

In a blink of an eye, the woman around was staring at the man on the field without blinking.

He pressed his eyelids and forced her head over. "Look at me."

Ji Weixi was startled, with a smile on his face: "You're awake."

He ripped his lips and sneered: "What? Delaying you from seeing a man?"

Why was he angry again, Ji Weixi sighed in his heart, this man's temperament was really cloudy and uncertain.

"No, I just admire the music he played." Ji Weixi asked casually: "Yes, do you know what his name is?"

Li Shaoling's eyes grew colder: "His surname is small and his face is white."

Little white face.

Ji Weixi was speechless for a while, with a defamation in his heart. Is it okay to be a pianist?

She saw everyone around her standing up and going out.

"Hmm? Why are you leaving?"

"Crap, it's over."

Ji Weixi glared at him, "Don't you say that I was woken up by the exhibition of Alice's work!"

Li Shaoling picked up his coat and gave her a bloodshot look, "I'm asleep."

Really righteous hey!

Li Shaoling has walked a few meters away, turning around, she is still standing.

He frowned. "Not going yet?"

Ji Weixi's heart was disappointed and angry, but he didn't dare to say anything, and rubbed his shoulders in an angry manner while carrying the skirt.

Li Shaoling wrapped her arms around her, "Angry?"

Ji Weixi was cold and ignored him.

Big pig hoof!

When it was good to get Alice's work, she awakened her. She was too dishonest and loved!

"Good, angry is bad for your body." Li Shaoling softened her hair, as if she was smooth.

Ji Weixi knocked him out of his hands and went forward.

This little woman is really cute.

It was raining outside, and Ji Weixi was standing at the door, hugging his thin self, shivering coldly.

Li Shaoling gave her the coat, and Ji Weixi immediately shoved it back into his arms: "I'm not cold."

"You say it again?" There were red signs in his eyes.

Ji Weixi didn't look at him with a cold face, and knew how to scare her with this terrible look.

Really she was scared.

But Ji Weixi was also mad at himself.

Her favorite is alice, so she came to this design fair, but she fell asleep.

So is she a little bit aggrieved?

Just when she wanted to take Li Shaoling's coat, he turned and left.

The strides are very big and very decisive.

Ji Weixi was a little upset. What did he do? Drive over or just go home?

Thinking about it that way, she was in a mess.

A thunderous thunder blew overhead, lightning tore the sky, heavy rain and splashed her shoes.

Ji Weixi hid inward, rubbing his arms with both hands, climbing coldly on his back, a bit embarrassed.

"despair--"

The sound of footsteps gradually approached and echoed in the promenade.

Ji Weixi turned around casually, his eyes settled.

This is not the pianist who just finished the performance.

Such gloomy weather made his face even sickly white, and he clenched his fists to cover his cough.

"Cough-cough-"

He didn't cough badly, but he coughed for a while.

Poor physical look.

Ji Weixi's eyebrows were all raised as he listened.

Suddenly, the man paused for a moment, looked up, and stared at each other.