quickly transmigration bl : cute devil

Arc 9. 7 : He has bipolar disorder

"If you don't go in, don't go in, who is afraid of who?"

Qingyun rubbed his toes on the extremely high screen, gnashing his teeth and looking at Wei Changxiu, who seemed to concentrate on the serious work of the computer, and slammed his head back.

Stop him? well. See who can get through!

"What song can I pull?" Qingyun asked with an eyebrow.

Wei Changxiu is facing the young man, trying to restrain himself from looking back, but the voice is not gentle: "Let what you like."

He believes that the music that teenagers like, he will certainly like it. Even if the teenager is left by his side, Wei Changxiu does not want to use him as a tool for healing, or a machine for playing music. He wants to let the teenager stay with him, and he is comfortable and happy.

"Okay, this is what you said!" Qingyun's mouth evoked a sly smile, picked up the violin, closed his eyes and pulled up the song.

Enthusiastic and unrestrained, the songs filled with joy and love flowed out at the junction of his bow and strings, and turned into the most enthusiastic teasing. It was easy to pass through the screen separating the two people and entered Weichangxiu. In the ears.

Wei long repaired, but then he resumed the normal state, staring blankly at the screen of the notebook, the action of typing on his hand did not seem to pause, but look carefully, the man's back seems to be more rigid, tight Muscle outlines are revealed through a thin silk shirt.

This song was once banned in the most rigorous times, because this song is filled with the most real emotions and needs of human beings from beginning to end. The author who originally created him was a playboy, and this song was often played at the time of the most awkward aristocratic gatherings to cheer.

Qing Yun also remembered this strange piece of music because of curiosity. I did not expect it to be used now.

Looking at the manned tip of the man's ear, it became a little red, and Qingyun couldn't help but flash a fascinating pleasure. Then his piano sound was more cheerful, and he brought a kind of indescribable lingering and lingering. .

One after another, the notes were drilled into the ear, and the nerves of Wei Changxiu were provoked. The person who thought of playing this piece of music was the figure that flashed in his mind when he was awake at night, and Wei Changxiu completely could not restrain himself. reaction. He never found himself with such an embarrassing time. It seems that his self-control is proud of being like a tiger in paper.

Wei Chang repaired and endured, but still did not hold back the "蹭" and stood up, interrupted the juvenile performance.

He went back to his bedroom through another door stiffly, and warned the boy: "Don't play this song..."

However, this hoarse abnormal sound came out, and even Wei Chang repaired himself and made a jump. He coughed twice and cleared his throat, and continued to discipline the teenager like a disciplinary child: "Of course, you shouldn't look at this type of music and related materials."

"Hey? Why?" Qingyun stopped and smashed a pair of cats, so naively looking at the man who was stiff from head to toe like a robot. "I think it's very nice, very interesting?"

"..." Hearing the words of the teenager, Wei Changxiu could not help but take a deep breath and keep telling himself that he is still young. He is still just a grown-up. Maybe he doesn't understand this. You should not use this messy thought to pollute him!

"In short... you can remember it." Throw the next sentence, the Guardian ran away from the desert, grabbed the door into his bedroom, and then rushed directly into the bathroom.