Chapter 89: You Are My Morning Dew

etly at the young man before him.The 25-year-old was more worldly than he imagined.Wen Ber-yan still held his ground: "Public is public, private is private! I don't interfere in Wen Man's love life. H...She couldn't wait to see it.

Wen Man scattered her tea-colored hair and ran outside barefoot.

Aunt smiled: "Put on your shoes quickly, Mr. Huo will be heartbroken when he sees this."

Wen Man couldn't care less. She looked at the piano by the floor-to-ceiling window, her heart was deeply moved.

Of course, what Huo Shao-ting gave was something precious. This piano is worth 20 million yuan, and it has a history, to put it simply, it has royal bloodlines.

It is said that Louis II played it.

It has a beautiful name, called morning dew.

Wen Man's touch was something he couldn't let go of.

A red rose lay upon the piano lid. Wen Man suddenly remembered last night when Huo Shao Ting had held her after finishing, whispering in her ear, "You're my gde."

Her face was flushed, a little touched by romance!

Auntie saw her state and was quite happy, eagerly saying: "Miss Wen, please play a piece for me. Let this rough person like me listen too."

Wen Man softly hummed in response.

She sat down, lifted the lid of the piano, and with her long fingers, she lightly played the black and white keys.

She played a piece of "Moonlight Sonata".

Auntie doesn't understand art, but she thinks Miss Wen plays well, especially with Miss Wen wearing a retro lace nightgown and her waist-length brown hair loose and fluffy.

Sitting there like a painting, indescribably beautiful!

Mr. Huo is really lucky!

Wen Man finished playing a song.

She caressed the warm keys, unable to bear to let go.

The phone in the bedroom rang, it was Huo Shaoting calling. The aunt tactfully stepped away.

Wen Man took her phone to answer.

"Have you received the gift" Huo Shaoting asked with a faint smile.

I don't know how Man heard his voice and her face turned red. She gently bit her red lips: "Too precious."

"If you like it, then that's fine."

"Do you like it, Wenman"

Wen Man answered honestly, “I like it, very much… Huo Shaoting, thank you.”

There was a long silence from the other side. Just as Wen Man started to feel uneasy, Huo Shaoting's voice, husky and low, broke the quiet: "I'll be waiting for your thanks tonight."

Wen Man was no longer an innocent little girl. She understood what he meant.

Not only did he think it, but she did too.

Wen Man, after all, was still young and inexperienced. She wasn't thick-skinned enough to discuss this with him, besides, there was also her aunt at home.

She looked up at the floor-to-ceiling window and said softly, "Ho Shaoting, I want to change the soft furnishings."

She knew she was being spoiled, but girls her age were supposed to be pampered by men, and she could sense the limits of what Huo Shaoting was willing to accept.

Indeed, Ho Shaoting agreed.

Wen Man was especially happy, and at this moment she wished she could be by his side. That way, she would definitely kiss him.

Obviously Ho Shao-ting had the same idea, and in a hoarse voice he added: "The meeting is about to start, let's talk tonight."

Wen Manrou nodded gently.

She hung up the phone and couldn't help but touch the piano. At this moment, Wen Man was immersed in the immense joy of life and hadn't even thought about how to take it away when she had to leave one day.

She is simple-hearted and forgets that this kind of extreme pampering is the way men with status raise women. They lift you to heaven when they like you, but once they get tired, they cleanly and ruthlessly withdraw.

Only those who are spoiled stay in their place.

Aunt prepared breakfast.

She said happily, "Miss Wen is having Western food today, isn't she The installer said this piano is called Louis the Third. It's something made by foreigners, so it has to be paired with a foreign meal."

Wen Man chuckled softly.

She stroked the piano's gleaming black lacquer, murmuring softly, "It was Louis XIV."

Auntie smiled and said, "Oh dear me, how clumsy of me."

Wen Man went back to the bedroom to wash up and change her clothes before coming out to eat breakfast. The aunt handed her a business card: "By the way! This Ms. Li gave me this card earlier, saying she would like to invite you to dinner."t to leave him. After more than two years, I still couldn't warm his heart. Gu Yunfan had too many people in his heart; I, Li Siqi, didn't stand a chance."Gu Yunfan looked at her back, his heart fille...