"Here we are." Ji Mo pointed to the door of the innermost private room and said faintly.

Qi Shaoqin raised his eyes and looked at the door: return to dream.

Qi Shaoqin sniffed, "the name of this private room is wencrepe."

Ji Mo's slender white hand pushed gently on the private room door. The door was pushed open, and a fresh smell of tea came from inside.

Qi Shaoqin sniffed his nose and hurriedly followed him into the private room.

There was no one else inside, but the tea had bubbled on the table. Qi Shaoqin poured a cup. The temperature was suitable for drinking.

Just now, after basking in the sun and sweating a lot, she gulped and drank three cups of tea in one breath.

I thought the tea was delicious. When she was ready to pour the fourth cup, Ji Mo Baijing's hand stretched out to her.

"Drink yourself! This is mine!" Qi Shaoqin stared.

Ji Mo shook his head reluctantly, "you have drunk three cups of tea in a row. If you drink it again, you still have an appetite to eat the signature dish of this family?"

"Emmm... Why didn't you remind me earlier! Shit, I drank three cups before you said!" Qi Shaoqin put the tea in his hand into Ji Mo's hand, sat down and began to look into the suite.

Seeing a well-made piano beside the partition at the table, Qi Shaoqin got up and walked towards the piano.

Ji Mo took a few sips of tea and looked up at Qi Shaoqin sitting beside the piano, his face excited and dancing his fingers on the black-and-white keys.

She played a song he had never heard of. The music style was very cheerful, but it was difficult to play, but it was not difficult for her.

A song was finished under her slender fingers. She raised her head happily and breathed, "how's it? Sick son, can I play the piano well!"

Ji Mo smiled and sipped his tea. He didn't answer the question: "what music do you play?"

"I created it myself in junior high school. I gave it a great name, called" lack of heart "!" Qi Shaoqin said. Ji Mo shook his hand holding the tea cup and paused for half a second. He smiled: "good name!"

Qi Shaoqin raised his eyebrows and said, "you're not bad at playing the piano! Go and play a song! Let's play Liszt's memory of Don Juan."

Ji Mo held the teacup and didn't move.

Qi Shaoqin insisted, "this song is a little difficult, but you can't pretend to force it. It's not difficult for you! Hurry up and play!"

Ji Mo shook his head and said, "I didn't say I was good at playing the piano. If you want to play, I can be an audience and listen."

"What? You can't play the piano?" Qi Shaoqin widened his eyes and couldn't believe it. "Sick boy, you can't play the piano?"

It seems that a new world has been discovered.

Qi Shaoqin always thought that sick seedlings were omnipotent, and there was nothing he couldn't do.

"It's strange that you can't play the piano." Ji Mo said disapprovingly.

Qi Shaoqin said with a smile: "the famous Ji Shao can't play the piano, okay. Hahaha, forgive me for laughing unkindly! It turns out that you sick son can't even play the piano, hahaha!"

"It's just that you can't play the piano. It's so funny? Why didn't I find you laughing so low before." Ji Mo raised his eyes and looked at her faintly. Qi Shaoqin smiled with tears and couldn't stop.

Qi Shaoqin smiled at the hammer wall: "hahaha, you have fallen down from the altar, sick seedling, you are no longer omnipotent, hahaha..."