Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

But Pei Qiqi didn't expect Tang Yu to agree.

He rubbed Tang Yu's small short inch, stood up, smiled slightly, "Okay."

Tang Xin put her hands together, she was very happy.

It's just that when Tang Yu passed Pei Qiqi, he cast a look at her, that means she understood.

Go to his bedroom to report before going to bed, otherwise there will be no good fruit to eat.

Her little hand caught him and shook a little coquettishly.

Tang Yu turned his head, looked at her, squeezed her little palm and let go of her.

Tang Xin watched without blinking, feeling so amazing...

Are brother and Qiqi really reconciled?

So when she was eating, she looked at this one for a while, and then the other one again. The little eyes were so weird, and Pei Qiqi just pretended not to see it.

After eating, Tang Xin entangled Pei Qiqi to read cartoons on the sofa. Tang Xin smiled squeaky. She couldn't tell that she was sick. She seemed to have forgotten Zhao Ke.

However, Pei Qiqi was the person who was related to her, how could she not see that Tang Xin's heart was extremely fragile.

She missed her mother... She was like a weak animal.

Although it looks extremely favored, I feel uneasy and don't want everyone to know.

Pei Qiqi couldn't say anything, and she couldn't let Tang Xin know more.

Reaching out to touch Tang Xin can only make her as happy as possible.

Tang Yu sat on another set of sofas, flipping through a magazine in his hand, and looking over there from time to time.

He didn't want to let Tang Xin come over today.

He and Qiqi were reconciled. Naturally, he couldn't be too tired of being together, but Qiqi wanted to see Tang Xin——

Mr. Tang put down the magazine and walked to the French window to open the piano cover. His slender fingers slid gently on it...

A string of notes pouring out from the fingers, beautiful and moving.

Pei Qiqi was a little dazzling, and his eyes drifted over.

Tang Yu just sat there casually, but his simple dress was full of taste. The noble air radiated from his whole body could not be matched by anyone.

The tune under my finger is brisk, sometimes lingering.

Tang looked at him with a look of admiration, "Brother plays well."

Pei Qiqi was also lying there, and the two little ones looked at Tang Yu, unspeakably cute.

Tang Yu occasionally raised his eyes, glanced over Tang Xin, and fell on Pei Qiqi's small face, with a slight smile.

There is warmth in his eyes.

Pei Qiqi looked at it, and some wanted to cry.

Because she understood that, like her, it would be difficult for Tang Yu to pass his own level.

However, after that storm, he was so calm.

He has always been stronger than himself.

Pei Qiqi looked at him, her mouth tightened, her heart agitated.

Tang Yu smiled faintly, sliding his slender fingers across the black-and-white keyboard, and devoted himself to...

After playing a song, he sat there, turned his head and looked at Pei Qiqi.

She lay on his sofa like that softly...like she was melding with her surroundings.

He smiled slightly. In fact, does it matter if it is Zhao Ke's daughter?

She is Pei Qiqi.

It's that, his favorite little thing.

The night is thick.

Mood is hard to calm.

Black eyes locked her, Pei Qiqi felt that she had forgotten her breath...

late at night.

After finally waiting for Tang Xin to fall asleep, Pei Qiqi looked down at her little face, carefully lifted the quilt down, and covered Tang Xin's quilt, and went to Tang Yu's bedroom with his feet on his feet.