My Destined Lover

Laura picked up the mobile phone on the piano stand, only to find that it was Marcus who sent her a message.

“What is going on in Weibo? I haven’t seen it for a day. Is this the eye of money?” Obviously teasing.

Laura unconsciously raised a smile. “I just don’t want Kimberly to take advantage of it.”

Marcus replied in seconds: “Well, it’s really your style to protect your faults.”

Laura was noncommittal, and was about to ask Marcus what he wanted, when the latter sent a piano score first.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“This is a clavichord score that has been lost for many years in the Middle Ages. At the concert, even if you can’t play it, just take it out, and no one will dare to bully you.”

Laura’s eyes were on the words “lost for many years” without trace.

Lost for many years, it was deliberately found out by Marcus.

It goes without saying who all this is for…

Marcus received Laura’s “thank you”. He smiled helplessly and couldn’t help mumbling: “What’s the relationship, and even thanked me.”

When he put away his mobile phone and passed through Qin’s corridor, he was keenly aware that there was a gloomy line of sight behind him.

Turned to look, I saw Qin Yichen standing at the end of the corridor, looking at him with a heavy face, and when he looked over, he suddenly showed a strange smile.

“Bitch, I won’t let you live.” He made a silent speech.

Marcus understood, but didn’t take it to heart. He took back his eyes like a fine person and turned and left.

He didn’t know. After he left, Qin Yichen looked at his disappearing back, slapped the beam and column with distorted expression, and gnashed his teeth: “I swear, I will make you pay the price for everything you have done to me! First, set!”

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“O ‘Lane!” Because of anger, Gbagbo’s face slightly red, “Why don’t you ask my opinion, without authorization for me to promise to go to that what concert!”

“Gbagbo, don’t be angry.” O ‘Lane dodged his small sight and touched his nose slightly guilty. “I only agreed because the master painter would go…”

Gbagbo was still a little angry, because as a famous and talented pianist in Europe, his every move has attracted much attention. If outsiders knew that he attended a concert in Kimberly, wouldn’t they mistakenly think that he admitted Kimberly’s skills? !

But he doesn’t even know that Shrauz Kimberly!

However, when I heard the second half of O ‘Lane’s words, Gbagbo’s anger instantly disappeared and then turned to curiosity. “The master of painting you said is the future master who you asked your grandfather to tell your grandmother to worship?”

“Yeah.” Being decorated with so many shameful decorations, O ‘Lane was not ashamed at all. Instead, he stood up proudly. “Is my future master!”

“Oh, well…”

Gbagbo came to a little interest, but the surface was very reluctant: “Forget it, look at your master’s face, I will take time to go.”

In an instant, it was the day when the concert started.

“Grandpa, no, I’ll go through the motions…”

When Grandpa Lin pulled him to stop, Laura rarely showed some self-consciousness and waved his hand embarrassedly.

“What do you mean no!” Grandpa Lin blew his beard and forced her into the dressing room. “Even if it is only a game, I want everyone to know that my granddaughter is beautiful and does not lose anyone!”

Laura had no choice but to follow Grandpa Lin’s meaning and sit cleverly in front of the makeup mirror.