Rebirth of a Counterattack: Godly Doctor Shizi Fei

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Chapter 939

The warm breath spit on his chest, with a scent of wine and an intoxicating body fragrance.

He looked sideways, the face leaning against his shoulders was flushed, his beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and the thick upturned eyelashes were clear. How could his eyes look so good.

Xu was too heavy to sleep, Chu Yu's body slipped forward, and he was about to fall to the ground. He hurriedly reached out to support his waist, fixed him on his shoulders, and kept the original posture.

His waist is so thin, he can't hold it as much as he can, and he feels soft to the touch-oh, what is he thinking? How can a man's waist be described with less than a grip? At best, it's thinner.

"Kyoto Chuyu, is Kyoto Chuyu here?" The reputation of the servants came from outside the crowd. Sima Changfeng's turn came, and it was Chuyu's turn? He was a little bit reluctant, but he was very attached to the feeling of being snuggled together.

"Brother Chu, wake up, it's your turn." Sima Changfeng supported his shoulder and shook it hard. Chu Yu didn't wake up. He squeaked something in his mouth, and he didn't understand.

He reached out and squeezed his nose again, making him breathless and unable to breathe.

Rongyue Mi is blindfolded: "What's wrong? Where is this? Who are you?"

Sima Changfeng sighed and said, "This is the school ground of the Sima family. I'm Sima Changfeng. You are Chu Yu. Now it's your turn to fiddle. Can you do that?"

Rongyue's confused mind suddenly became clear, yeah, she came to participate in the Dou Qin Competition, and the couple drank a few glasses of wine, but they became drunk.

She got up and grabbed the piano set aside.

Sima Changfeng was worried: "Are you doing this now? Would you like me to talk to them and let you play again tomorrow."

Rongyue waved her hand: "No need, no, I can." She took care of her clothes, took a deep breath, walked out of the crowd with her head raised, and walked towards the table step by step. She walked slowly, because her feet were still Floating.

Fortunately, looking at people no longer doubles, otherwise I'm afraid that this song will not be played.

She sat down in front of the desk case, carefully removing the cloth cover from the piano, revealing a simple and imposing pearwood.

Regardless of how surprised the judges on both sides were, the contestants from the distant view all sighed: "This man brought a yellow pear harp, he just didn't put the Dou Qin contest in his eyes."

"That is, in this Douqin contest, it is not only the Qinyi, but also the instruments, not even a decent good piano. What other Qinyi?"

The views of these people were once the views of Sima Changfeng. Even at this moment, the views of Sima Changfeng have not changed much.

When Rongyue didn't hear those people's arguments, the best way to respond to them was to shut them up, but the rebuttal could not shut them up. The best way was to speak with strength. When they saw Her strength will naturally shut up.

The owner of Sima, like the morning, closed his eyes and raised his mind. If he opened his eyes, it means that the song being played is not bad, can enter his ears, and is willing to see what the person who is playing is like.

One tunes up, like the morning bell hits the morning bell, the second tunes up, like a fairy playing on the top of a distant mountain. . . The tuning is from slow to urgent, as if the fairy spring above the mountain is pouring down from the top of the mountain, three thousand feet is the turbulent moon, and three thousand feet is the long clear frost.