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Chapter 29

Chapter 29

    Amid Mo Mo's beating and intimidation, Chen Zhen dragged Yu Rourou's ass and fled.

    In fact, Mo Mo didn't really call the police. After all, the Li family and the Chen family were family friends, and they had a lot of business dealings.

    She just wanted to drive out these two wolf-hearted things, and by the way, help Li sneak out a breath.

    Now it seems that this bad breath is very refreshing.

    Mo Mo shook his feather duster, looked at the two fleeing, and smiled at Li Qian: "You have to be a little bit ruthless in dealing with this kind of person. How are you, haven't you been hurt?"

    Li Qian looked at her . direction of ecstasy.

    She turned her back to the balcony door, and the afternoon sun cast a golden silhouette for her. She smiled like that, blending with the sun, warmer than the sun.

    The way she rushed out anxiously, the way she fought in front of him, the way she laughed and teased him to make him happy.

    Every scene is like this sunshine, warm and dazzling.

    Li Qian thought that after seeing Chen Zhen and Yu Rourou, he would be very painful and silent.

    But the anger just swept through his heart and disappeared.

    For half a year, he has been living under painful depression every day, as if he has been betrayed by the whole world, and can only live in the dark, forgotten in a corner, rotted to death.

    It was not until today that he understood that the muddy past had long since taken root under the sunshine.

    Mo Mo... is his light.

    "What's wrong with you? It's not really hurt, is it?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Mo Mo came over worriedly and put his hand on his shoulder.

    Li Qian did not hide.

    Instead, he quietly enjoyed the warmth from Mo Mo's palm.

    He looked into Mo Mo's eyes, paused, and finally said, "I'm fine."

    "It's fine." Mo Mo was still a little worried, "Why don't you go back to your room to rest?"

    Li Qian snorted and turned around and left.

    But instead of going back to his room, he went downstairs.

    In the hall downstairs, there is a piano.

    He hasn't touched the black lacquer body for half a year.

    Like other children, Li Qian was forced by his parents to cultivate various interests since he was a child. Among them, playing the piano was the longest he insisted on, and he still insisted on it until he became an adult.

    Although not developed into a professional, but playing the piano has developed from a specialty into a hobby.

    Every time he played the piano, he always remembered the way his parents were happy under their knees when they were alive.

    Until he lost his legs, he never came near here again.

    Because the memories belonging to Qin were all happy, he didn't want his pain to spread to this last piece of pure land.

    But now... he suddenly had the idea of ​​​​playing the piano.

    He went around in a circle, took off the dust cover of the piano, and after tuning it, put his long fingers on the black and white keys.