quickly transmigration bl : cute devil

Arc 9. 17 : He has bipolar disorder

The rematch and finals of the International Music Competition were very close, during which only the players who were promoted were given two days to prepare. After the end of the semi-finals, Qing Yun opened the reporter who was chasing him and sat on the car that Wei Changxiu had been waiting for.

As soon as he entered the car, the long-awaited man held the boy who broke into his arms and seized his lips and gave him a kiss: "Baby, your performance is wonderful."

Wei Changxiu looked at Qingyun with enthusiasm. He felt that no one could understand more about the various emotions presented in the juvenile music than him, because every life has his own.

"Okay." Qing Yun pushed the man's furry head and came over to the driver's road ahead. "Go home, stop at the nearest bus stop."

As soon as I heard Qingyun’s words, Wei Chang repaired the naked face that was visible to the naked eye, holding Qing Yun’s hand.

"Reassured, I will be back soon." Laughing and patted the man's head, Qingyun especially liked his unreserved stupid look.

As soon as he entered the home, Qing Yun pretended to be flustered. He even rushed upstairs without even calling, and went to his room to look over. Then he ran out of the room and pulled a servant who left the house to ask: "When you clean the room, have you seen where I have the music scores scattered?"

"No, young master." Although he called his young master, this servant's attitude is not respectful.

Clean the room? I am afraid that this is a foster child. When there were still many domestic servants, no one was trying to clean his room. Now she is alone, and she naturally cannot clean the room of the teenager.

Although the servant knows that it seems to be a little famous to Chen Yu, but the employer is the employer. The teenager has no status at home. Isn't it?

"I beg you to think about it, there are the songs I have to play in the game."

The young man still took the maid's sleeves, and even his face was pleading with grievances, but the maid still dismissed her. She walked away indifferently: "Please let the young master, I am very busy now."

Although the servant left the excuse, he silently paid attention to the teenager who was standing in the corridor. At this time, the voice of the violin came from the piano room. The music was sad and desperate. The servant knew that it was true to the family. The young master, practicing the piano to the morning and the present.

Standing in the hallway, Xiangyu, heard the sound of the piano, but he listened carefully for a while and suddenly his face turned red, showing an angry look. Then the angry boy immediately ran to the piano room and slammed the piano. The door to the room.

When the servant saw this, she immediately went downstairs. Like him, he needed to report Mr. and his wife. The adopted child was in trouble for the young master.

"This is my score!"

In the morning of practicing the piano, he was suddenly interrupted, and the subconscious frowned. After seeing the person coming in, he finally stopped the action and put the violin down.

Even if I didn't dare to continue playing in front of the real creators of the music, there was still no flash in the morning and the face. He seems to have returned to his childhood, and when he first tried to be glared at this boy, his heart was quiet.

Because I know what I want in the morning, in order to achieve my purpose, he must step on the body of Chen Yu.

"You are coming again, Chen Yu, I can't understand why you have been saying this to me all the time." To Chen Chen, pretending to look at the angry boy outside the door, "Do you have any evidence that this is your creation? What about the music? I wrote this score with the help of Mr. Toures, and on the night of the creation, I posted this song on my personal homepage."