A Romantic Night: Get a CEO Home

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y was different, he only prepared one, Jin Beisen didn\'t ask her, it seemed she already ate it.

Jiayu Hospital.

Zhou Manzhu was sitting in her office drinking milk. Yang Yiming had gone to Switzerland yesterday, and it seemed as if all the joy in the office had been sucked away. No one was chattering near her ear. On the contrary, Zhou Manzhu was feeling rather bored.

The colleagues in the office were all doing their own things. Some of them were lying on their desks sleeping in the morning, while others were working on their papers or researching case reports. It was surprisingly quiet.

For the time being, Zhou Manzhu did not have much work on her hands. Her work efficiency was very high and she did things quickly and quickly. Thus, when she was free, she went online out of boredom.

She casually scrolled through Weibo and suddenly saw on Weibo that there was a message about "Midsummer Night\'s Dream". The piano competition that was held every five years was about to begin again, and all the famous pianists and music fans in the world were all gathered in Vie

a.

It was just that this year, Zhou Manzhen would not participate in the tournament again.

Five years had changed so much with just a flick of her fingers. Zhou Manzhen had put her fingers on the keyboard. Her hands were white and slim. She was born to play the piano, but now she picked up the scalpel.

Music had always been her dream, but now, she had forgotten how happy she was when she played.

Zhou Manzhen liked music, but it wasn\'t because she liked the feeling of standing on stage and being admired by tens of thousands of people, nor did she like the thunderous applause from the audience. What she liked the most was the feeling of playing.

However, the world was too big for them to find.

Zhou Manzhen continued browsing the web and suddenly saw a picture of herself five years ago. She was dressed in an elegant dress, and the confident smile on her face made her seem like a lady sitting on a zither stool.

Perhaps there were already many people who did not know her, but Zhou Manzhen would always remember that day.

She gently crossed out the webpage and sighed. She lay down on her chair as the scene of the Golden Hall appeared in her mind.

This was the only time in his life that he would be able to participate in a competition like this.

Zhou Manzhen felt a bit of regret. When she was young, other people were playing, she was playing the piano, while other people were studying, she was still playing the piano. She had always felt that the piano was an inseparable part of her life, and because of the music, she got to know the best friend in her life.

The two of them had met in the Youth Palace when they were only five years old. Zhou Manzhen could still vaguely remember that small figure holding the violin.

They had a common goal, which was to become the world\'s most tacit partners in music. The two of them had even once said, with a smile, that they would be ru

ing a global tour in the future, so that the whole world would hear their music.

But the dream seemed to have stopped right where she was ??

The piano was the king of musical instruments, and the violin seemed to be born to accompany the piano. Even though they had such a relationship, that person had never said anything.

As her thoughts churned, she recalled many things from the past. They walked together, hand in hand, in the setting sun. This was a very common scene, one that Zhou Manzhu would find hard to forget.

Her foundation was still there. Over these years, she had already mastered her zither skills to perfection, but music required the soul. If one didn\'t play with their heart, they wouldn\'t be able to express the true essence of the song.

The "Midsummer Night\'s Dream" selection competition was held every year in various countries. Zhou Manzhen felt that her zither skills could only be used in the selection competition. If her music lacked a soul, she definitely wouldn\'t be able to enter the final round.

At some point, Weng Jing had appeared behind Zhou Manzhen, holding a portion of her own frolicking.

"Xiaochun, I made this for you." Weng Jing smiled politely.

"Thank you, Sister Rong. I\'ve been thinking about the Qi Feng cake you made last time. It tastes really good." Zhou Manzhen put away her sorrowful mood and took the cake from Weng quietly.

"As long as you like it." Weng quietly smiled, his eyes kind.

"I\'ll leave a few for Xiaoqi." As Zhou Manjing spoke, she began to unwrap the bags. Weng Jing was famous for being kind in their hospital. She knew how to do everything. The Chinese cuisine, western cuisine and Chinese cuisine were not beneath her words.

"No need, you can eat as much as you want. I\'ve already prepared Qi-ge\'s portion."

"Where\'s Little Qi?" Zhou Manzhen looked around, and usually Jiang Jingqi would come into the office during the lunch break.

"I don\'t know her."

A snowing village dessert shop.

Jin Zhuwen had arranged for Xu Ningsheng to have di

er, so she specially rejected the notice she had made this afternoon. Recently, her filming had finished, and it was finally over. Jin Zhuwen decided to take a good rest.

He had originally wanted to see Zhou Manzhen, but after thinking about it later, there was nothing much to see. Ever since Zhou Manzhen had a boyfriend, the two of them had been separated by a wall. What Xu Ningsheng could do was just silently wait for her.

"When did you arrive?" Xu Ningsheng sat opposite Jin Zhuwen with a smile on his face. He wore a clean white shirt, and his expression was cold and unfeeling. His gaze contained a slight smile, and his tone was very gentle.

Jin Zhuwen enjoyed chatting with Xu Ningsheng. Ever since their last meeting, Jin Zhuwen would chat with Xu Ningsheng on WeChat everyday, and sometimes she would even call him on her own accord.

In any case, he had nothing to do during the night, plus it was summer vacation, he didn\'t have to work, and he was usually at home with no one to talk to, so it was good to have Jin Zhuwen to chat with.

As time passed, the relationship between the two of them seemed to have grown closer. When they met, there wasn\'t the awkwardness like when they first met. They could naturally watch each other chat.

"Just arrived." Jin Zhuwen could see the fragrance drifting in her bright eyes, and her heartbeat quickened.

"What do you want to eat?" Xu Ningsheng opened the menu on the table with his slender fingers, handing it over to Jin Zhuwen in a gentlemanly ma

er.

Xu Ningsheng knew that Jin Zhuwen was the younger sister of Jin Bei Sen, and also knew that Jin Zhuwen was a big star. In the begi

ing, he didn\'t really want to be friends with Jin Zhuwen, but Jin Zhuwen was a good person.