Yan Ruyu pretended to look somewhere casually, pointed at the piano in the distance and asked curiously, "Professor Zhao, can you play the piano?"

Zhao Beichen smiled and nodded.

"Fortunately, I learned some when I was young."

A hint of success flashed in Yan Ruyu's eyes.

"Then, Professor Zhao, can you play a piece of music for me? It doesn't matter whether it's nice or not."

Zhao Beichen looked at Yan Ruyu's expectant eyes and gently put down the chopsticks in his hand, "Okay, then I'll play a song."

Zhao Beichen walked to the piano, gently removed the red cloth on it, then sat down, his fingers gently touching the keys.

He closed his eyes, recalled what he had learned, immersed himself in his own world, and began to play a beautiful piece of music.

The notes floated in the air, and Yu's heart rose and fell with them.

She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the beautiful music.

This piece of music seems to be a story, as if it is telling the story of a child's growth and infinite fantasies in childhood. Every note is full of lightness and joy, allowing people to feel the relaxation brought by the music.

Zhao Beichen's fingers danced on the piano keys, his eyes focused and gentle.

His musical skills were not superb, but they were certainly proficient, and he played every note to perfection.

The melody of the song is sometimes passionate and sometimes gentle, as if it begins to explain every scene in his childhood fantasy.

Yan Ruyu sat at the dining table, supporting her head with one hand, swaying her body slightly to feel the music.

However, a dishonest hand reached out towards the bottle of foreign liquor.

While Zhao Beichen was concentrating on playing the piano, Yan Ruyu secretly poured herself two glasses of foreign wine, still using the cup for boiled water.

In a short while, more than half of the wine in the bottle was gone.

Yan Ruyu also began to feel drunk after drinking two glasses of foreign wine.

Her cheeks were slightly red and her eyes were a little blurry, but she still kept smiling, afraid that Zhao Beichen would suddenly turn around and notice her condition.

The music played by Zhao Beichen became more and more passionate, and the melody seemed to be flying throughout the house.

Yan Ruyu closed her eyes, and her thoughts began to drift under the influence of alcohol.

Yan Ruyu's gaze refocused on Zhao Beichen, and she saw his focused and passionate eyes.

She stood up, holding the half glass of wine in her hand, and staggered to Zhao Beichen's side, gently putting it on his shoulder.

Lowering her eyes, Yan Ruyu said, "The song played by Professor Zhao is so beautiful..." and took another sip.

There was suddenly a smell of alcohol around Zhao Beichen, which made Zhao Beichen frown.

Then I thought that Yan Ruyu had just drunk a little wine, so I didn't take it too seriously.

When the song ended, Zhao Beichen stopped dancing his fingers, and the living room was filled with tranquility.

Zhao Beichen slowly turned his head, looked at Yan Ruyu and smiled, "This is a piece of music I composed after I learned to play the piano when I was a child. I hope Miss Yan will like it."

Yan Ruyu first took a sip of wine, then patted Zhao Beichen on the shoulder and sighed, "Professor Zhao, your piano skills are really great. If you didn't say you learned it when you were a child, I would have thought you learned it recently."

Yan Ruyu discovered that Professor Zhao in front of her was not only an excellent teacher at Ocean University and her own tutor, but also a person who was perfect in almost every way.

When Zhao Beichen was playing the piano just now, he did smell a strong odor of alcohol, but thinking that she had just drunk a little, he didn't care.

But... at this moment, looking at the cup in Yan Ruyu's hand, he fell into deep thought.

That cup was the one I had just filled with boiled water for him, but for some reason, I felt that the cup in her hand looked weird.

Yan Ruyu narrowed her eyes slightly and burped uncontrollably, with a strong smell of alcohol wafting out of her mouth.

The strong smell of alcohol drifted into Zhao Beichen's nose, and Zhao Beichen suddenly realized something.

He snatched the cup from Yan Ruyu's hand, put it to his nose and smelled it. In order to confirm what was in it, he even took a sip.

After confirming that the cup contained wine instead of water, Zhao Beichen frowned.

Zhao Beichen turned his eyes to the dining table and saw that the bottle of foreign wine that was almost full was now only about half full!

Zhao Beichen's face suddenly darkened, he pursed his lips tightly, and there was a coldness in his eyes.

Yan Ruyu had drunk a little too much and didn't care about anything at the moment. She even reached out and tried to snatch the wine back from Zhao Beichen's hand.

"Professor Zhao, don't steal my wine. If you want more, there's more over there. You can pour it yourself!"

"Professor Zhao, please give the wine back to me quickly. I spent a lot of effort to get this wine. Don't snatch it away..."

Hearing this, Zhao Beichen frowned and grabbed her noisy hand.

"What do you mean, Miss Yan? What do you mean, you spent a lot of effort to pour this wine? Can you tell me what this means?"

Yan Ruyu had not yet realized that she was already in trouble.

He was still laughing smugly without knowing the consequences.

"I tricked Professor Zhao into giving me this wine! Hehehe."

Zhao Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Yan Ruyu in front of him with his dark eyes.

"Oh? Miss Yan, what do you mean? Can you tell me the details?"

"You really want to hear it?"

"Yeah, I want to listen." Zhao Beichen tried to keep his tone calm.

Yan Ruyu was confused and had no idea how serious the consequences of her answer would be. She just answered the question asked by the person on the other side.

"Let me tell you, I actually asked Professor Zhao to play the piano on purpose, because only when he plays the piano will he stop holding that bottle of foreign wine, hiccup."

"If he doesn't hold that bottle of wine, I'll have a chance to pour myself another glass. Look, the one in your hand is the third glass I poured for you! Hiccup!"

"Now that I've told you what happened, can you give me back the glass of wine?"

There was a dangerous chill in Zhao Beichen's eyes.

Didn't she say she was going to pour me a glass? How come the one in my hand became the third glass?

However, she might be right. What he had in his hand was most likely the third glass. After all, there was too little foreign liquor.

If you just pour out one cup, there is no way that much less, less than half a bottle!

I really regret agreeing to let her taste the foreign liquor!

If she hadn't agreed, she wouldn't have thought so much, and she wouldn't have tried every possible way to drink, and even tried to push herself to the piano...

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