The weather in Chengdu in April has completely gotten rid of the cold. From time to time, the sun shines brightly, and sometimes it is as hot and humid as summer. Therefore, when Yuan Fangguo saw Song Yiting wearing a tight long skirt while practicing piano in the study at night, he couldn't help but be stunned.
This dark green long dress, worn by Song Yiting, undoubtedly shows off her excellent figure, with a protruding front and a curved back, which is extremely beautiful. In a trance, Yuan Fangguo couldn't help but compare Song Yiting with his girlfriend, or to be more precise, his ex-girlfriend Lin Yumei.
Lin Yumei is not short, but her figure is a little plump compared to the slim Song Yiting. Song Yiting now has a devilish figure and is a real clothes hanger.
"Does it sound good?" Song Yiting didn't notice Yuan Fangguo's slightly strange look.
Yuan Fangguo quickly retracted his gaze and nodded subconsciously, "Very good, it sounds very pleasant."
"But you always like to listen to this song. Don't you get tired of it? Don't you need to change to a new song?" Song Yiting said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
Yuan Fangguo smiled and said, "I don't know about other piano pieces, but I think this song is something I never get tired of listening to. After listening to it, it gives me a feeling of being quietly empowered."
"Is it so magical?" Song Yiting giggled and covered her mouth.
"That's about right." Yuan Fangguo said seriously.
"But you came over when I was almost done playing. I don't know how much you appreciated it. How about I play it for you again?" Song Yiting said, blinking her beautiful big eyes.
Yuan Fangguo nodded without hesitation, "Okay, I'll keep listening no matter how many times you play it."
"No wonder the ancients said that there are many good horses but few good horse trainers. Today I finally understand it thoroughly." Song Yiting covered her mouth and giggled again.
"You are a Thousand-Li Horse, that's right. To say I am a Bole is a bit too high a praise. I am just a listener. Please play quickly. If you don't, the emotion I have for this piano piece in my mind will soon disappear."
"I thought you could store the lingering sound of this song in your mind for three days without any change." Song Yiting said as she started playing.
Yuan Fangguo leaned against the door with his left side, folded his arms, and slightly closed his eyes, listening carefully and attentively to the song "I Love You, China".
His body posture remained in this state from beginning to end, until ten seconds after Song Yiting finished her song, when he woke up from his meditation.
"Very good." He said seriously.
"You can't listen to nice music every day, otherwise you will get aesthetic fatigue. Let's end it here today." Song Yiting said as she stood up from the stool.
It happened that at this moment a breeze blew in from the window, carrying the elegant fragrance of Song Yiting into Yuan Fangguo's nostrils, making him breathe heavier.
The smell was very fragrant and refreshing. In an instant, he didn't know why, but he couldn't help but associate the fragrance of Song Yiting with the smell of Lin Yumei.
Both of them are girls, but their scents are different.
Lin Yumei's fragrance is that of a bud about to bloom, while Song Yiting's fragrance is a bit strong.
But he enjoyed these two flavors very much.
He even recalled the time when he was with his ex-girlfriend. At that time...
As soon as he thought of those scenes, his body began to change slightly. Due to Song Yiting's presence and the fact that he was not wearing much, he quickly suppressed the thought.
"Go to bed early." Yuan Fangguo said somewhat embarrassedly.
Unexpectedly, Song Yiting said, "Fang Guo, I have something I want to tell you."
"What's the matter?" Yuan Fangguo couldn't help but ask.
Yuan Fangguo's straightforwardness was in stark contrast to Song Yiting's shyness. After a while, she finally said, "Next week is my grandma's birthday. I want you to accompany me to see her."
After He Yingjie was arrested, He Yingwei was also arrested. Over the years, He Yingwei has relied on He Yingjie's power to benefit himself, and it was this aspect of He Yingwei that really put He Yingjie in jail.
"My grandma has only two children, my mom and my uncle. She doesn't know that they have been arrested. I want you to go with me and spend her birthday with her, okay?" Tears began to well up in Song Yiting's eyes.
"Okay, I'll accompany you. What day next week?" Yuan Fangguo asked.
"It happens to be next Saturday."
"Well, no problem. Tell me about it later. I'm worried I'll forget."
"Thank you." Song Yiting tried hard to finish this sentence, and suddenly she felt like crying. In the past, when her mother was in power, her grandmother's birthday would always be celebrated with great fanfare and splendor. But this year, perhaps only she and Yuan Fangguo would be able to celebrate her grandmother's birthday.
He Yingwei's wife has filed for divorce because He Yingwei was arrested, so it is naturally impossible for her to show up.
"Why are you being so polite to me? Go and get some rest." Yuan Fangguo said with a smile.
"Um..." Song Yiting replied softly.
After returning to the room, Yuan Fangguo began to feel unable to sleep. He was a man with normal needs. In this season of revival, even small animals began to seek mates, but he suddenly became single.
A bold idea suddenly emerged in Yuan Fangguo's mind. If he hugged Song Yiting, how would she react?
Even he himself was shocked by the thought.
Although he didn't dare to think that he was so noble, this kind of thing between men and women always made him feel uneasy. It would be better to let nature take its course. Otherwise, what was the difference between humans and animals?
That night, Yuan Fangguo couldn't sleep because everything came back to life during the Spring Festival. The more he told himself not to think about something, the more he couldn't do it. His mind was full of erotic scenes, and the heroine kept switching back and forth between Lin Yumei and Song Yiting.
He even longed for Song Yiting to run into his room screaming in the middle of the night, and then tell him with a lingering fear on her face that there were cockroaches in the room.
But imagination is just imagination after all. When he was awakened by the drizzling spring rain the next morning, he suddenly found that there was no storage capacity for such erotic images in his mind.
The drizzling rain instantly cleared his drowsy head.
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