Maybe she didn't know it was poison.

But even though he knew, he still pursed his lips and drank it down at her expectant eyes.

Damn it, she just handed over a spoonful of porridge, why could he not help but drink it?

Mo Nanjue suddenly had an inexplicable premonition that this woman might be a disaster in his life.

"How is it, is it delicious?" Tong Ran still maintained the posture of holding the spoon, looked at his expression nervously, and saw that his eyebrows were relaxed and relaxed, and hurriedly said, "I said it's good, you still refuse to drink it."

"Do it yourself," the man picked up the newspaper again and stopped looking at her, "I think it's troublesome."

Take action?

What move to do?

Could it be that he thought it was so delicious, so he asked her to cook another pot?!

"Hey, let me explain clearly, what does it mean?"

It tastes good, he is embarrassed to get up?!

Just as Tong Ran looked narcissistic and fantasized about her cooking skills, Mo Nanjue's cold voice came from behind the newspaper again, "The knife was in the closet."

What?

Knife in...the closet?

What's the meaning?

...

"I promise, if you don't drink well, you will use a knife to kill me!"

"Don't think I won't cut."

...

The conversation just now rang in my ears.

Tong Ran came to the point where she wanted her to do it herself, but it turned out that she was asking her to kill herself with a knife?!

Depend on!

Is it that bad?!

Tong Ran picked up the spoon and scooped several times into his mouth, sucking it carefully. What kind of taste is he? Is it so good to drink so good?

She was about to speak, but Mo Nanjue had closed the newspaper, threw it on the table with a snap, pushed the chair away and walked upstairs.

...This man is still so gloomy.

She wouldn't care about his uncle in the future, it would be thankless.

Tong Ran ignored him and drank two large bowls of skinny egg and lean meat porridge. Only then did she feel that her spirit of being exhausted last night had recovered a little. After she packed up the bowl and spoon, she began to practice the piano.

It's already 4:40 p.m.

So many things have happened these days, and she hasn't touched the piano for a long time. In addition, Lu Yuwei has gone to Paris during this period, so she hasn't come to teach her.

So, she must hurry up.

The Driso competition is about to start, and she cannot relax at this time.

As soon as his hands touched the piano keys, Luo Xiaoqingjun's eyebrows and eyes appeared in front of him that day, when he was by the hotel pool.

He said, Xiaoran, how are you?

He said, Xiao Ran, many things are not something you and I can decide, do you understand?

He said, Xiaoran...take good care of himself.

She remembers every word he says deeply in her heart.

Therefore, she must work harder, work harder, and become stronger.

In this way, she can have the courage to stand in front of him and greet him upright.

Even if she wishes him and his fiancée happiness... she cannot be sneaky.

At least she could decide on such an open and honest way of meeting.

Thinking of this, Tong Ran shook his head, cleared his distracting thoughts, opened the music score, and began to practice the piano seriously.

...

...

Time passes by minute by minute.

After playing the last etude, Tong Ran stretched and looked up, and found that it was completely dark.

The wall clock shows that it is almost nine o'clock.

She actually practiced for four hours?!
Chapter completed!