Reborn Hot Wife

Mary Kinson could not guess what William Black was thinking, but she tried to answer.

Sure enough, William Black, his thin lips pursed, and his eagle eyes gazed deeply, “I ask you how you feel sitting here alone with me?”

Mary Kinson’s eyebrow lifted, and her eyes squinted.

This position, could it be Black’s and the organizers?

Because she came, there were only them here, so was she ruining his business?

She lowered her gaze and explained, “I just want to take care of your injury, so you do not have to worry about me in the future.”

William Black’s smile suddenly disappeared.

He reached for the small teapot and poured her a cup of tea himself.

The gurgling sound of the tea was especially pleasing to the ear in this moment of quiet transition.

Mary Kinson drank a cup, and her throat moved. William Black looked at her, and his throat itched. He held her close and let her sit in his arms.

His clear breath enveloped Mary Kinson instantly. She looked up and saw the depth in his eyes. She had always known William Black to be an arrogant, cold, and dismissive man. Only with her, he was different. Mary Kinson quickly took back the questioning look as if his burning eyes had burned her. Hanging her head, she struggled to lean back.

But William Black grabbed her slender waist and tightened his grip on her hands. He tilted his head, his lips lightly touching hers.

For a moment, Mary Kinson’s little face flushed, and her eyes blinked.

There was a strange gleam in her surprisingly beautiful fox eyes, radiating a kind of mesmerizing magic. William Black’s eyes sank. He squeezed the heat in his heart, stroked Mary Kinson’s soft hair, and said slowly, “I think you know a lot about plants. Did you know there was a plant called Eucalyptus globulus?”

His tail tone was not questioning but sinking.

He was sure Mary Kinson knew.

Mary Kinson slowly raised her eyes.

William Black’s face was heroic, and there always seemed to be a cold and cruel undertone between the front eyebrows. Along with the shadow cast by the dark lashes between the drooping eyes, it inexplicably frightened people.

But somehow, she was not afraid. “The Eucalyptus globulus is poisonous and overpowering, it kills all the plants around it, but only one bird may inhabit it.”

Then she looked him straight in the eye. Mary Kinson did not understand why he was asking if he was implying what kind of plant it was and what status it had.

He still wanted to express that his gentleness and preference were only for you.

William Black’s eyes were gentle. “It seems like you have always felt guilty and uncomfortable because I have hurt you. It would be best if you grew Eucalyptus Globulus for me when you are free. Then we will be even.”

The transition ended, the second performance began, and their conversation ended.

Mary Kinson sat back but still could not bring her thoughts back. …

Music night lasts five hours, from 6 to 11 p. m., but the venue is in good shape.

Only a few people go to the bathroom halfway through because no one wants to miss the music festival.

Finally, it’s time for the big stunt.

The hostess of Ceremonies flashed a standard smile and swiped the teleprompter card, “Next, we welcome the talent Meny, who will be playing…”

The hostess paused because the program was later temporarily changed, so she saw the wrong title of the program and paused, “Play an exceptional song…”

After announcing the repertoire, she left the hall, and Meny came out from the middle.

Meny put on a black suit and the white shirt in it, he stood neatly in the spotlight, like a child favored by God, and his body radiated a sense of holiness that mortals do not have.

He stepped up to the piano and sat down. His clean hands were born only for music.

To everyone’s amazement, he carried a small microphone.

The box on the second floor.

Beverly Kinson sat next to it Rose Kinson, while other little sisters secretly took photos and sent them to Twitter, looking for the most natural angle. Occasionally they exchanged and shared their experiences taking selfies.

Beverly Kinson and Rose Kinson were more natural and authentic than other girls because they came to enjoy this music night.

Beverly Kinson relaxed against the back of the chair and widened her apricot eyes. After blinking and seeing clearly, she leaned against the ear of Rose Kinson and asked in a low voice, “Rose Kinson, see if Meny brought a microphone? Is he going to sing?”

When Rose Kinson heard the speech, Rose Kinson’s lips moved slightly, and she also blinked and looked closely. Then she nodded inexplicably, “If he’s wearing a microphone, he might sing.”

Beverly Kinson was surprised by an “Oh,” and the sound of her tail trailed off.

Anyone who knew anything about Meny knew that he only play music but never sings with his voice.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

It’s the first time he sings, and everyone present was thrilled.

And indeed, the piano music sounds first and then slows down.

Meny suddenly raised his clear English eyes, the bottom of which looked like a blue river, and quietly and slowly swept the people out of the square.

His lips suddenly lifted, and his voice was clear and had not yet changed, just like the sounds of nature.

Away from the field, which was always quiet, some unexpected comments rose.

You can guess it without listening closely. It’s probably about Meny’s voice is as excellent as before, but he did not open his voice.

But soon, they were carried away by the melody, and when the lyrics were sung from Meny’s mouth, people felt magically unforgettable.

At the song’s end, the whole concert hall fell into a dead silence, quieter than before.

Everyone was immersed in Meny’s songs, feeling the realm that composers and lyricists want to express.

It’s as if the people who heard the songs had lived alone for an entire century.

Judging from their facial expressions, they were angry at first, and their eyebrows drew together at the passionate part of the music.

However, the melody was a bit weak later, making the listener seamlessly transited into an unprecedented sadness.

He liked this kind of life after being manipulated.

Until the end, the melody seemed to end, but the performer’s fingers were tapping on the keyboard at full speed.

The final turn of climaxes and twists was unexpected but especially exciting as if the Jedi on the other side were blossoming an unstoppable flower when they despaired to some degree.

Suddenly, the climax of the whole song was cranked up, which stimulated everyone’s emotional and they immediately became extra passionate.

Everyone’s emotions that had been suppressed for too long flared up after being saved, as if the gods had returned.

The feeling of the song was so genuine that when the song stopped and everyone was silent.

Meny stood up, and the staff took the piano away until the emcee came out from behind the scenes and gestured to everyone.

Because that song was the best one tonight, but why did not everyone respond to it after the performance?

Suddenly one person in the audience applauded first, like a raindrop falling into a calm lake and then making waves.

Then everyone else applauded, like a downpour that poured down on the calm lake and completely broke it up. The rain fell like boiling water into the lake, boiling and hot for a long time. It was a good night of music, no one ever thought it would be such a concert, so emotional. The scene was boiling, and people stood up and applauded the talented teenagers on stage one by one.