My Cold CEO Fiancee

I saw a ghost when I believed it! Wu Hanhan smiled and said, "Okay, Mr Mike, stop teasing me. I'm fine now, I'm really fine now!" "From now on, I think I'll be happier."    

I really didn't tease you. That "Tears of the Mediterranean" was something I thought of after killing someone the other day. Mike shook his head and said helplessly, "Alright then. But this Qi Lang, his piano talk is indeed a mess. His craftsmanship is too delicate and fake. This" Tears of the Mediterranean "has been completely ruined by him."    

Wu Hanhan's mental state had always been strong, and after her illusions were shattered, she quickly returned to normal. But in front of Mike, she had no choice but to admit defeat, the real fierce one was this person, and even if he did not have any good feelings towards Qin Lang, he still had to admit that Qi Lang was the famous Piano performer, Mike … Do you know music? Do you know piano? To say such words in public was too ignorant.    

"Lower your voice, let Qi Lang's fan hear, the spittle will drown you." Wu Hanhan was once Qi Lang's loyal fan. She knew Qi Lang's combat ability, so she looked at the few guys with stars in their eyes beside him. They were obviously the representatives of the crazy fans.    

It would be easy to offend Wei Yi, but if he offended a bunch of people … Err, even if Ye Lingtian and Mike's combat strength was extremely strong, it would not be a glorious thing to beat up all of them.    

However, Wu Hanhan had obviously underestimated Mike's voice and the hearing ability of Wei Yi and the others.    

As soon as she finished reminding him, she found the entire dining room in complete silence.    

The gazes of his friends shot over in unison. Astonishment, contempt, confusion, resentment, and of course, pity. You are an ignorant brute, what right do you have to judge Qi Lang? One couldn't be so ignorant.    

Qi Lang's face was completely red. Without a doubt, these were the most vicious words he had ever heard from the piano industry. If these two words spring out of the critic's mouth, it is from the beginning to the end, and will not be mixed up in the future.    

"Qi Lang, everyone knows how wonderful your music is. What does that rude and ignorant guy know?" Wei Yi tugged on Qi Lang's sleeve. This boyfriend was gentle, considerate and talented, so he was not good at all. His tolerance was too poor. If these words were really to enter his heart, it would definitely affect his performance in the future.    

Qi Lang thought about it and felt that it made sense. Judging from the current situation, although the man beside the girl looked gentle and gentle, the words that came out of his mouth were very rude.    

A rude man knows music? Pigs can fly for nine days.    

Ding Qi looked at Mike and then at Ye Lingtian, thinking back to Ye Lingtian just said that Ye Lingtian played better than Qi Lang, she whispered, "Big Brother Ye, does Mike really know how to play the piano?"    

"No doubt." Ye Lingtian took out a Hongta and put it in his mouth, "In a while, Mike will slap your face. This is a small matter, so use your heart to see it."    

Ding Qi replied with an 'oh'. She stared at Mike with her watery big eyes. She couldn't see any trace of music from Mike's body, but he was full of vulgar aura.    

Wu Hanhan blushed as she tugged at Mike, grumbling, "Why are you making so much noise? It's already been a while, but now it's endless."    

Past? That little girl called Wei Yi had a bright shine to her acting tough. If she was allowed to leave, even the heavens would not agree! Mike patted Wu Hanhan's shoulders and said in a very magnetic tone, "Being flirtatious does not originate from a great heart. Elegant gentlemen always regard honesty as the most strict code of conduct. My evaluation of Mr. Qi Lang's performance just now was objective and real, without any subjective feelings."    

Wu Hanhan felt goosebumps all over her body. She looked at Mike as if he was a guest from beyond the heavens. This guy … No matter how he said it, it would change. There was no sign at all.    

Ding Qi and Ye Lingtian shuddered at the same time.    

The heck, you were born to be a supporting role. If you were to pave the way when opening and closing the door, who would be able to accept such a turn of events!? Ye Lingtian looked at Mike in disdain.    

"Hey, Wu Hanhan, I really can't tell that this' fuck 'of yours is an elegant gentleman. Oh, I was wrong. He should be a critic." Wei Yi looked Mike up and down a few times, then said, "Report your name to everyone and let them ask you about your past evaluation."    

Qi Lang's supporters roared with laughter. Qi Lang also couldn't help but smile. If Mike's rhythm was a bit logical, then he might really have to consider Mike properly. Now it seemed that Mike was just a clown, and there was no need to be like a clown.    

"Critics? Oh, no! Only a blind person would think I was a critic. " Mike didn't even look at Wei Yi. With his hands behind his back, he walked in front of Qi Lang, "She doesn't deserve to know my name. You're called Qi Lang, right? "Uh, all of our colleagues at the piano performance lost their faces."    

Wu Hanhan nearly fainted. Although she knew Mike was trying to stand up for her, but … Does the point spectrum work? He wasn't an elegant and noble person, yet he was putting on an act. Wasn't this a joke? This is the real thing!    

The heck, is it possible for one to die from speaking human words properly? Ye Lingtian pretended not to know Mike.    

Wei Yi's lungs were originally about to explode from Mike's words, but she almost vomited blood when she heard this. What a weirdo!    

Wei Yi looked at Wu Hanhan with a playful expression. Even if you were looking for a "fuck" brother, you should at least get a more normal one. The person in front of her was definitely crazy.    

Qi Lang forcefully held back his laughter and ridiculed: "In that case, you are also a Piano performer?"    

Behind him, the Fans roared with laughter.    

Mike shook his index finger: "No! I never said I was Piano performer, I'm just an elegant gentleman, I just know a little about the piano. "    

Good! The pace of improvement was very fast. This was the right rhythm! Ye Lingtian clenched his fist and said to Ding Qi who was still in a daze, "Mike has entered a meditative state. The initial preparation for playing the pig to eat the tiger is very well-placed."    

Ding Qi chose to remain silent.    

"Since this gentleman has something unique about piano performance, how about we all enjoy his heavenly music?" Wei Yi winked at Qi Lang, but before she could finish her sentence, she took the lead in applauding, "Everyone, give us some encouragement."    

Mike looked at the laughing crowd with disdain. You want to embarrass me? Pui! Even in a worse situation than this, laozi's face couldn't help but feel ashamed, and yet he still cared about this child.    

Wu Hanhan tugged on the corner of Mike's shirt and whispered, "Let's go."    

Rather than humiliating himself here, it was better to leave as soon as possible.    

Mike's elegant smile disappeared. On his cold face, traces of melancholy and tenderness flashed across the depths of his blue eyes. He said powerfully, "From now on, this' Tears of the Mediterranean 'will only be played for you."    

With that, he looked at Ye Lingtian and said, "Dear Ye, Mike is dead."    

Aren't you living well? Why is he dead? Ding Qi blinked, not understanding the meaning behind Mike's words.    

Ye Lingtian took out his lighter, lit up his cigarette and took a deep drag. He glanced at Wu Hanhan and said lazily, "You should have died a long time ago."    

"You're also my best friend." Mike threw down those words, slowly walked to the piano, looked towards Lili and said loudly, "Hanhan, the real 'Tears of the Mediterranean' is not just a sad story. Only by listening to it with your soul can you see a magnificent scene."    

Qi Lang shuddered.    

Wei Yi looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"    

"The way he sits in front of the piano is very familiar. He looks like a person …" Qi Lang frowned. Then, he felt that his idea was a bit ridiculous, "How is that possible? I was overthinking it."    

"He must be thinking too much. That's just a clown. Alright, let's see how he will make a fool of himself now." Wei Yi naturally knew that the only people who could make an impression on Qi Lang were the Piano performer, and Mike, from head to toe, didn't seem to be someone who played music.    

He touched the keys with his slender fingers, and the first syllable came out.    

Qi Lang felt his whole body turn cold. This melody was like a heavy hammer hitting on his soul.    

Wei Yi had yet to react. After all, her friends were discussing how to mock and mock that blonde foreigner. The environment was rather noisy.    

Wu Hanhan's eyes widened as she looked at Mike with a completely different expression. The beginning of the same song felt completely different.    

Qi Lang's was melancholy, while Mike's was indignation.    

After touching the first keyboard, Mike's slender fingers danced like an elf on the keys. The smooth and clear notes connected together, condensing and changing in the soul, finally forming a picture.    

A boy with hesitating eyes, holding his fist as he stood at the edge of the Mediterranean shouting indignantly, accusing the injustice of fate. Finally, he got tired, faced the endless sea, and thought of the past.    

He was confused and uncertain about the future, but eventually he figured it out. He kept running on the beach with hope in his bare feet, but no matter how far he ran, no matter how much time passed, the sadness in his memory would still surface at the corner of his mouth.    

The restaurant that was noisy just a moment ago, was now empty except for that soul-stirring sound.    

Even Ye Lingtian, who was not interested in music, closed his eyes and immersed himself in the atmosphere. However, he suddenly opened his eyes and scolded with a curled lips, "This guy, playing the zither is much more reliable than being a person."    

If Lili heard this, she would definitely retaliate with a cold tone. Mike was indeed very vulgar, but his zither was the most beautiful in the world. There was no other way. What did he mean by reliable?    

As long as one wasn't deaf, one could tell that the gap between Mike and Qi Lang was not small.    

Again, "Tears of the Mediterranean", Qi Lang only played the note, and Mike played the note. His music had the power to collect the souls of all people together, throw them onto the boundless Mediterranean beach, to savor sadness, to complain about injustice, to ignite hope, to advance on the strong path of a lacking life, and, of course, to carry on the corner of his mouth a trace of everlasting sadness.    

This was not a song that could be played, definitely not! It was a god! Only a god could possess the power to captivate souls! Only then did Wu Hanhan realize that this was the music she wanted.    

She held her cheeks and looked at Mike who was playing. At that moment, Mike looked at her. His eyes were full of gentleness and happiness, and behind that tenderness and happiness was an unfathomable depth of melancholy …    

Wasn't he the boy in his heart? Wu Hanhan's body shuddered as she abruptly stood up.