The Big Bosses Are Not What I Expected After I Transmigrated Into A Book

Chapter 31: Looks good, small, wants to be protected

Qiao Yang didn't expect Gu Ye to care about this issue.

It's the original owner's business to like Mo Yu, and it has nothing to do with him. How can he answer?

He was optimistic about Mo Yu's ability to control the sound, and his natural long and long voice matched well with the music he wrote.

In addition to Mo Yu's weak personality, as a friend, he couldn't bear to want to protect him.

Qiao Yang thought about Gu Ye and asked casually, he said nonsense, thinking about the reasons, and replied:

"When I was a kid, I was playing foolishly, that's not like liking. Maybe it's because he is better, and he wants to make friends with him and protect him."

He looked at the piano intently, his slender fingers hitting the black and white keys at random, and the sound was irregular, but he didn't notice a noisy sound.

A casual look.

I don't know what kind of emotions are rolling in the hearts of the men beside me.

Look good? Small? Want to be protected?

President Ba, tall, Gu Ye, who can bankrupt many companies with just one sentence:...

He narrowed his eyes as he watched the man playing with the piano keys and asked in a low voice, "Do you like that too?"

Qiao Yang stopped hitting the keys, looked up at Gu Ye and shook his head: "I haven't liked it, I don't know how it feels like it."

"What if..."

Gu Ye paused, and then asked him, "What will happen to you if someone tells you he likes you?"

One sentence seemed to arouse Qiao Yang's bad memories, and he let out a "tsk" on his face:

"That's so troublesome. I always run into it before. It's really annoying. I can actually understand your feeling of avoiding Qin Man."

"It's just that you lived well by yourself, but someone rushed over to get involved in your life."

After Qiao Sheng left, he began to live in a bar. In two years, he would come to a confession, both men and women, and sometimes noisy at the table.

Qiao Yang shook his head and sighed, watching Gu Ye emphasize again: "It's really annoying!"

Gu Ye didn't know whether he should be happy or sad, so he patted Qiao Yang on the shoulder again and left the piano room.

When I came in again, I passed a bottle of wine and two wine glasses.

Qiao Yang is already concentrating on playing Mozart's Lullaby.

The crystal piano board reflects the dazzling light under the light, and the man sits in the light, his fingers dancing lightly like flowing water. The copper-colored strings move the wooden hammer to strike a string of beautiful music.

The soothing and gentle melody flows in the piano room, which is as gentle as the player, soothing the heart, and relaxing and immersing the body and mind.

But this gentleness is not exclusive to anyone.

He is kind to his family and his friends. I like music and wine, but there are no people who like it.

That's fine, at least there is no one in his heart.

Time flows with the music here, soothing and quiet. Gu Ye leaned against the edge of the piano, watching and listening quietly, drinking the bitter liquor in his hand.

One song ends.

Until the last syllable of the last syllable completely disappeared in the room, Qiao Yang raised his head and asked him: "How do you feel? Can you relax?"