Chapter 404 Ye Yaoer's Rebirth

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Chapter 404 Ye Yaoer's Rebirth

"That's it?" Ye Hao looked at Song Xiaoyue who was a little out of control.

He thought it was a big deal, he got this song from the system.

So he doesn't have the strong emotions of those composers, it's just a piece of music to him.

He spread his hands and said: "You don't have to worry about these things, I won't take the road of music. These are just a hobby for me. If you don't want them, maybe this song will always sleep in my mind. It will never be made public."

"Take it and play it. Not only can it help you, but it can also spread this piece of music. What's wrong with that?"

"Or would you rather let it sleep in my head?"

Ye Hao is not a musician, even if he has learned instrumental music skills, he has never developed the idea of ​​developing in this area in his heart.

"You...you really don't want it?" Song Xiaoyue still looked at the tablemate in front of her in shock.

She really doubted whether he was her once unknown deskmate.

The changes in the past six months are really too great. Now that he has produced such a powerful song, why should he give it to himself for nothing?

"Hey, talking to you women is troublesome." Ye Hao impatiently snatched the paper from Song Xiaoyue's hand, and wrote all the songs on it.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, pick up the violin and teach me now!"

Ye Hao put on a serious expression.

Don't be kidding, if this girl doesn't win the competition, she will be punished.

Looking at the unquestionable attitude of the deskmate in front of him.

Song Xiaoyue's heart moved, she lowered her head, her lips moved slightly.

"Thank you. I... I owe you a favor."

"Okay, okay. Now that there is a song, let's practice it quickly. This song Bihai is a bit difficult, Xiaoyue, you have to work hard." Ning Yawen encouraged.

For the next two days, Ye Hao taught Song Xiaoyue the song Bihai.

Although it seemed that he played it very easily, when Song Xiaoyue actually went to learn it, she felt the difficulty of this piece more and more.

If there were only music scores, she might not be able to figure it out after several months, but fortunately, Ye Hao was on the side to guide her carefully.

Song Xiaoyue's familiarity with this song is increasing every minute.

It was noon the next day.

Ye Hao looked at Song Xiaoyue who fell asleep on the sofa with her eyes closed.

"Let her rest. She hasn't slept well for a while." Ning Yawen gently covered Song Xiaoyue with a blanket.

"Well, she woke up and called me. Xiao Xiao, go and order something to eat."

"OK."

At this time, Ye Hao's cell phone rang.

He went to the terrace outside and connected the phone, and there was a voice that was weak but full of excitement.

"Brother Hao...I...I!"

Ye Hao knew who was opposite without guessing.

"Yao'er. How's it going? Are you in good health?"

"It's...it's okay. Brother Hao, you...what is the water you soaked me in? It's really...it's amazing!" You can feel the excitement through the earphones.

"Don't worry about what the water is. You can wash your body now, and then you can eat some porridge. Remember not to overeat." Ye Hao warned.

"Okay...Okay!"

"And how do you think of that Qianye bergamot?" Ye Hao remembered that when he fought Qiu Chunlong before, his autumn wind thirty-six styles were very powerful.

The Qianye bergamot of the Ye family will definitely not be weak.

"Well... I wrote down the content, but... I can't understand many places, it's weird."

"It's good if you can remember it. You go home first, exercise your body in the past two days, and you can go for a run. I will come out some time later, and I can teach you about that Qianye bergamot. By the way, don't worry about Qianye bergamot." Tell anyone, including your parents and younger brothers!"

"Um."

"Then I'll hang up first."

"Brother Hao, thank you."

Ye Hao hung up the phone, he turned and walked into the house, waiting for Song Xiaoyue to wake up and continue teaching her the repertoire.

...

And in the small hotel on the other side.

A girl put down her phone, she still couldn't calm down for a long time.

She looked at the person in the mirror, and it was hard for her to believe that it was herself.

A little baby fat face, normal body.

Although there are freckles on her face and her figure is not very good, she can only be said to be an ordinary girl.

But all of this was enough for Ye Yaoer, she covered her mouth, tears flowed out of her eyes involuntarily.

Finally, she tidied up the "tragedy" in the toilet, and walked out of the hotel wearing the top that had become a dress at this moment.

Now she did what she wanted to do before!

Shopping!

This is the first time in more than ten years that she has truly expressed her inner girl's emotions.

Before going out to buy clothes, she didn't dare to think about it at all. Those clothes were all custom-made by her in the largest size. The beauty and so on were not considered at all, as long as they fit well.

from noon until

night.

Ye Yaoer happily returned to her home with her things in her arms.

Of course it's not Ye Mansion, Ye Yao'er and the others are just collateral, they can only live outside like ordinary families, and they can only go to Ye Mansion when they have something to do.

Opening the door with the key, Ye Yao'er walked into the room a little apprehensively.

In the kitchen, a couple and a teenager were having dinner there.

"Mom and Dad." Ye Yaoer whispered.

At this time, the three of them discovered the girl who appeared suddenly.

"Who are you? How did you get in!" The man wrinkled his face and looked at Ye Yao'er warily.

Ye Yaoer was taken aback, and she hurriedly explained: "My father is me. I am Yaoer."

"Hahaha. Little sister, what are you kidding here? How could you be my fat sister!" The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy laughed there.

"Amin, what are you talking about. Hurry up and go to study!" The woman stared at her son.

"Hello. Who are you? If you don't explain clearly, I'm going to call the police." The man picked up the phone as he spoke.

It seems that she has changed so much that her parents can't recognize her anymore.

"My parents are really me. I called you before and said that I will live at a classmate's house for the next three days."

"And Dad, you..."

After Ye Yao'er explained a lot of things and produced a lot of evidence, the family finally confirmed that the girl in front of them was the chubby daughter from before.

Of course they asked Ye Yaoer what was going on and why she changed so much.

Ye Yaoer made an excuse casually, and said that she and her classmates went to a weight loss institution, and after taking some medicine, she lost weight.

"That... Mom and Dad." Ye Yaoer looked at her parents who had returned to the dining table, and said in a low voice: "Look... I... I have become normal now. That... Me and... Me and Can the Bao family's marriage be cancelled, that Bao Shaobo eats, drinks, whores and gambles..."

Before, Ye Yao'er gave up on herself because of her body, so it doesn't matter who she marries anyway.

But because Ye Hao changed her body, she finally saw hope, and she wanted to fight for it.

But what she never imagined was...

"What are you talking about! This is an engaged marriage. How can you go back on it? Let me tell you, don't think that you can be lawless now that you are thin. I am still your father!" Her father stared at her with stern eyes.

"Yao'er, now that you have recovered, Bao Shaobo will definitely treat you well." The mother said casually.

"Sister. If you don't marry the Bao family, how can I join the Ye family's group in the future!" The younger brother was also eating and playing with his mobile phone without even looking at her.

Ye Yaoer's heart seemed to be cracked, she didn't know how she got back to the room by herself in the end.

She is not reconciled... She wants to control her own destiny.

She took out the Qianye bergamot, and the fat girl was gone forever.

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