Chapter 1101

At the moment, everyone held their breath. The beauty who had just received the microphone from ye Huang was staring at Ye Huang. Luo Xinghe held her hands together and looked at him. Tao Yanli gently put down her red wine cup and looked at him with a smile in her mouth.

All the people present were affected by Ye Huang. Maybe some people don't know why, but ye Huang knows that this is the external charm of his own blood boiling. A man, a man with blood boiling, is the focus wherever he goes. He will have incomparable charm in his body, and will unconsciously attract other people's attention and win others' favor.

This may be the greatest benefit of vigorous energy and boiling of Qi and blood. Of course, the exuberance of Qi and blood has immeasurable positive effects on the health of the body and the extension of life span.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Dong... " When ye Huang starts to play the piano, Chen Jian's mouth is still full of sarcasm. He even plays the same tune as himself. Don't he know the saying of aesthetic fatigue? He plays it first. If he performs it again, he won't get good results. If he makes any mistakes, some people will be dissatisfied. After all, someone has performed in front of him, There will be a sharp contrast.

This is also the reason why more and more wonderful programs are put in the end.

But ten seconds later, Chen Jian's face changed. His face became very strange. His pupils dilated, and he seemed to see something incredible.

Chen Jian knows that playing the piano by himself is just a show off and can only fool ordinary people. However, this does not mean that his appreciation level is very poor. Because he liked the sound of piano when he was a child, Chen Jian studied piano thoroughly. Only when he practiced piano, he didn't pay much attention to it, so his achievements in this respect were not high 。

Since he began to play the piano, he thought he would be embarrassed, but he didn't expect that ye Huang's level was so high, because he only saw such a high level from his tutors.

There is no doubt that ye Huang's articulation of each syllable and the control of each timbre can not be estimated by himself. It is simply too superb. It seems that he can wash his soul. Chen Jian felt that he was blushing. Just now he played the piano himself was not a teacher of his own. With his high level, he could be his tutor.

In fact, not only Chen Jian, but most of the people present had already indulged in the piano music played by Ye Huang.

The same piece of music, under Ye Huang's and Chen Jian's hands, seems to be different from each other.

In the hands of Ye Huang, this song "nocturne" seems to have been given life, infecting all the people present.

Tao Yanli stands in the same place, staring at Ye Huang. Her eyes are a little confused, but she doesn't know what she is thinking. At the moment, she seems to be flying in the starry night sky, gently floating, quietly looking up at the vast sea and starry sky.

Luo Xinghe is the hands gently clenched together, lips light pursed, at the moment she, as if walking quietly in the starry night sky, her side is a stream, ye Huang gently hold her slender waist, two people do not speak, silence has its own warmth in overflowing.

All of a sudden, the whole hall became quiet, and no one wanted to break the silence.

"Ding Ding Dong..." As the last syllable of the song falls, the king of Ye gently dusts his sleeves and walks down from the stage calmly. However, the audience is always in a quiet state. Until he comes to Luo Xinghe, some people wake up from their illusions, followed by warm applause.

"Emperor, you've done a good job." Luo Xinghe came up to give ye Huang a big hug, and praised with the sweetest voice.

Ye Huang said with a light smile: "it's just a small skill. It's nothing. If you like it, I'll give it a performance in private."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Seeing her daughter looking like a happy little woman, Tao Yanli didn't know what to say, but she didn't stop her daughter either. On the one hand, she knew that the more she stopped her daughter, the deeper their feelings would be. On the other hand, she knew that women sometimes had to choose their own happiness, and the interference of outsiders could only play a harmful role.

"Oh, my daughter, the emperor's poison is getting deeper and deeper." Tao Yanli sighs gently.

In fact, she and her husband were in free love at the beginning. Of course, at the beginning, the two were well matched, which was a happy situation.

At present, the status of her daughter is relatively high, while ye Royal world is not so good. This is the only reason why the father of Zi family has some resistance to Ye Huang. However, Tao Yanli actually believes that children with special talents like Ye Huang, even if their status is not obvious and their reputation is not obvious, they will still have a place in the society in the future.

Therefore, on the whole, she did not resist Ye Huang's being with her daughter. On the contrary, she still had some support.

When the scenery of Ye Huang's side is better, Shen Mingyu and Chen Jian's people are upset. In fact, this idea was put forward by Shen Mingyu. Now his intestines are full of regret. He failed to make it difficult for him to make him lose face. Instead, he let him out of the limelight and became the biggest highlight of the banquet.Of course, the so-called biggest highlight is only temporary. After all, what ye Huang shows now is just hip-hop dance and piano. These skills may be quite novel and powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of these very elegant people, they are not superb skills. At most, they just perform intelligently It's not really a life skill.

Therefore, many ladies and ladies present secretly looked at Ye Huang, while some dignitaries did not attach great importance to him.

Although the performance of the Ye emperor is good, Shen Mingyu is not convinced. He deliberately and loudly says to his close friend: "it's not that the piano is better. What's so great about it."

"Yes, yes, it doesn't matter. It's fine art." Shen Mingyu side of those friends have to cater to the way.

But just at this time, ye Huang suddenly came out of a pit top in front of him. He looked like a successful man.

"Mr. Ye, don't like it. Do you remember me?" The middle-aged man was holding a glass of red wine and smiling.

Ye Huang touched his nose, took the goblet from Luo Xinghe's hand, gently touched the glass with the middle-aged man, and said with a light smile, "I'm sorry, I don't have a good memory. I dare to ask you where we've met."