You, CEO's Secret Wife

Jian Yun noticed the two brothers and sisters because the clothes on the two children, who looked only in their early twenties, were shabby, but they were washed very clean. They were tidy and tidy. They were not like children who had been wandering for a long time. On the contrary, they were very cultured. In particular, their eyes were very clear and bright.

It\'s just that the two children look too thin and malnourished. They\'ve been playing with a guitar. The guitar looks like it\'s old, but it\'s well maintained. Occasionally the child plays with it, and the tone is very good.

"Hello, you two beggars, can you play the guitar?" There was a teenage boy standing on the side of the road for a long time, holding ten yuan in his hand, staring at them all the time. Seeing that they hadn\'t played a song for a long time, he sneered scornfully, "if you can\'t play, don\'t think I\'ll give you this money!"

The younger boy\'s face was angry. He choked his neck and said, "we are not beggars."

The fashionable boy on the side of the road turned his mouth and contemptuously threw down ten yuan. "Cut, who are you kidding? It\'s not a beggar. What are you doing here? Hum, I\'m wasting my time. I\'ll reward you with ten yuan! "

The little boy was like a rooster who was provoked. He picked up the ten yuan note, jumped up and ran after the fashionable boy. He put the money into the boy\'s hand. He blushed and said angrily: "we are not beggars. We don\'t want this money!"

The girl put down her guitar and followed her. She quickly pulled the little boy, "Cheng Nuo, come back. You forget how mom told us?"

"Sister, but he humiliated us!" The anger on the little boy\'s face did not subside.

The little boy\'s voice did not fall, there suddenly came a roar, "you two little beggars, what are you doing with my son? Let go of your dirty hands! Hurt my son, I\'ll kill you

Looking at it, Jian Yun saw a fat middle-aged woman with rich clothes, golden neck, ears and wrists. She pushed the little boy away. The little boy was pushed to the ground, and the girl rushed to help him.

The middle-aged woman glared at her two children fiercely and spat out a word, "get out of here!"

Jian Yun\'s eyebrows could not help wringing. This woman\'s quality is really poor. No wonder her son is so rude.

Looking at this side, the girl picked up the little boy, only to find that the little boy\'s hands and arms were scratched, the sand adhered to the wound, and the red blood oozed out, but the little boy kept silent.

"Chengnuo, let\'s go home." The girl held back her tears and pulled the little boy to go.

"Sister, we can\'t go home. We stole dad\'s guitar to make money. Otherwise, we won\'t be able to come out tomorrow when mom comes back from the hospital." The little boy rushed.

"But I won\'t. your hand is hurt and can\'t play. We\'re useless here." Although the little girl is a sister, she seems to have no opinion. She asks the boy\'s advice on everything.

The little boy raised his hand, looked at it, and looked dejected.

"Let\'s go. If Mom knew we were stealing dad\'s things, we would be angry." The little girl whispered.

"But, sister, what are we going to eat today? These few yuan are only enough for us to take the bus..." The little boy picked up the jar and looked at it. The little adult sighed, "forget it, we can still buy some steamed bread. Let\'s go back."

"Walk back?" The little girl shook, bit her lip, did not speak, and turned back to pick up her things.

At this time, they suddenly found someone standing beside them. They thought they were urging them to leave. They quickly flashed aside to let them out.

"Can you show me this guitar?" Jian Yun asked gently.

They turned their heads at the same time. They wanted to refuse, but they hesitated when they saw that the questioner was a beautiful sister.

"Sister, can you play the guitar?" The little girl timidly asked, she felt that the woman in front of her breath was fresh and her eyes were clear and clean, but she was still on guard.

"Yes Jian Yun smiles.

The little girl and the little boy looked at each other. The little boy thought about it, and then carefully handed the guitar to Jian Yun. "Sister, this guitar is my father\'s legacy. My mother\'s baby is very much. You can have a look at it. Be careful!"

"I know!" Jian Yun takes over the guitar and touches it. Demi can\'t help but pick it. This guitar has been around for some years, but it\'s really well preserved.

"Sister, be careful!" The little boy held both hands, a pair of fear Jian Yun will break the guitar, ready to follow.

"Can I play it?" Jian Yun asked again. Her smiling eyes were bright."Well." The little boy nodded.

Jian Yun plucked the guitar, tried the undertone, and then played a piece of music. The eyes of the two brothers and sisters were straight, "sister, my father has played this song."

"Does your father teach music?" Jian Yun asked casually. She probably knew something about them from their conversation. Her father died and her mother was hospitalized. They had no money to eat.

"Well, my father used to be a music teacher at school. Last year, he died in a car accident. My mother was so sad that she was ill and had been hospitalized..." Said the little girl desolately.

"So you two kids who can\'t play the guitar come out to show off?" Jian Yun raised her eyebrows.

"We can\'t help it. Mom is ill, the family\'s money has been spent, and eating is a problem..." The girl\'s voice dropped.

"Promise, what to say!" The little boy immediately stopped the little girl from taking the money, and then seriously said to Jian Yun, "I can play the guitar. My father taught me, but my hand is injured..."

Jian Yun thought that although the little boy was not old, he had a lot of backbone, and the names of the two brothers and sisters were pleasant to hear.

"Cheng Nuo, promise, this name is really good." "You two sit down and I\'ll play you a piece of music."

"Sister, can you laugh at the world?" The little girl asked, "my mother likes this song best. When my father was alive, she often played it to her."

"Well." Jian Yun was not afraid of being dirty. She sat on the ground and played the guitar freely in the busy commercial street. At the same time, she also sang along, "how ridiculous the world is, the most boring infatuation..."