Mr. Huo, please spoil me

She couldn't wait to watch it.

Wen Man had long brown hair and ran outside with bare feet.

The aunt smiled: "Put on your shoes quickly, Lawyer Huo should feel sorry for him later."

Wen Man couldn't care less, she looked at a piano in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and was shocked in her heart.

Huo Shaoting's gift is naturally expensive. This piano is worth 2000 million yuan. It has a history. In layman's terms, it has royal blood.

Legend has it that Louis II played it.

It has a nice name called morningdew morning dew.

Wen Man's loving touch.

There was a red rose on the piano cover, and Wen Man suddenly remembered that Huo Shaoting hugged her after finishing work last night, and whispered in her ear: "You are my morningdew."

Her face is thin and red, a little romanticized!

Auntie was also very happy to see her, and said eagerly: "Miss Wen, play it and let me, a vulgar man, listen to it."

Wen Man hummed lightly.

She sat down and lifted the piano cover, her slender fingers landed on the black and white keys, and played lightly.

She played "Moonlight".

Auntie doesn't understand art, but she thinks Miss Wen plays nicely, especially Miss Wen is wearing a retro lace nightgown and has long, fluffy brown hair that reaches her waist.

Sitting there is like an oil painting, it is indescribably beautiful!

——Lawyer Huo is so lucky!

Wen Man finished playing a song.

She caressed the warm keys and couldn't put it down.

The cell phone in the bedroom rang, and it was Huo Shaoting's call, but my aunt avoided it tactfully.

Wen Man took the phone to answer.

"Have you received the gift?" Huo Shaoting smiled faintly.

I don't know why Wen Man blushed when she heard his voice, she bit her red lips lightly: "It's too expensive."

"As long as you like it."

"Do you like Wen Man?"

Wen Man replied honestly: "I like it, I like it very much... Huo Shaoting thank you."

There was no one talking for a long time. When Wen Man was a little anxious, Huo Shaoting's voice was slightly hoarse: "I will wait for your thank you tonight."

Wen Man is no longer an ignorant little girl, she knows what he means.

Not only he thinks, she also thinks.

After all, Wen Man is only in personnel affairs, and she is not thick-skinned enough to talk to him about this, besides, there is an aunt at home.

She looked up at the floor-to-ceiling windows and said softly, "Huo Shaoting, I want to change the soft clothing."

She knew that she was pampered, but girls should be pampered by men at this age, and she could understand the range that Huo Shaoting was willing to accept.

Sure enough, Huo Shaoting agreed.

Wen Man was very happy, she wished she could be by his side at this moment, in that case she would definitely kiss him.

Apparently Huo Shaoting also had the same intentions, and his voice became hoarse again: "There will be a meeting soon, let's talk about it tonight."

Wen Man nods softly.

She hung up the phone and couldn't help touching the piano. At this time, Wen Man was immersed in the great joy of life but never thought that he gave her the piano and waited for her to leave one day. How could he take it away?

She has pure feelings, and forgets that this kind of extreme love is the way a man of status raises a woman. When he likes it, he will hold it up to the sky, and when he gets tired of it, he will retreat cleanly.

The only ones who stay where they are are the spoiled.

Aunt arranged breakfast.

She said happily: "Miss Wen is eating Western style today. I heard from the master who installed it that this piano is called Louis Lao San. It is something from the ghost, so it must be served on the table of the ghost."

Wen Man laughed.

She stroked the shiny black paint on the piano and murmured softly, "It's Louis II."

The aunt laughed: "Look at me stupid."

Wen Man went back to the bedroom to wash, changed clothes and went out to have breakfast. The aunt handed her a business card: "That's right! This Ms. Li handed over her business card early in the morning, saying that she wanted to treat you to dinner."