Wan Anqi whispered harmoniously: "I'm not just for singing. No matter how good the song is, for me, it's just the icing on the cake. When we had dinner with Mr. Zhang last time, didn't he say let you I want to release a personal EP. I think you can put the song "Initial Dream" in your personal EP, junior brother. There is no need to rush my songs at all. When you are not busy, just write one for me. alright."
Chen Minhao thought for a moment and said, "Sister An Qi, if you feel you can't sing the high notes, we can sing this song together. If you can't sing the high notes, I'll sing it."
A common problem among most men is that they always want to treat a woman who gives up her own interests and thinks about herself twice as much as possible. This is male nature and has nothing to do with love or emotion.
Chen Minhao just celebrated his 19th birthday, but he is also a man.
Of course, this is also the reason why some naive male compatriots cannot identify bitches with the naked eye, because they will feel that the "green tea bitch" is sincerely thinking about them, while their girlfriends are just making things up.
"It's really unnecessary, and you're too good to me. I'm afraid your fans will be jealous of me and scold me."
Chen Minhao touched his head and said, "Okay, then just listen to my senior sister." He thought to himself, my fans are not fierce and they don't know how to curse.
Chen Minhao is 95% sure that Wan Anqi sincerely does not want the song "Original Dream".
Chen Minhao has his own methodology for distinguishing sincerity from hypocrisy.
In the entertainment industry where everyone is an actor, it is unreliable to judge someone based on their language, actions, expressions, etc. After all, who doesn’t know how to act
It can only be judged from the results. If a person repeatedly claims to be for your own good, but every time it is her who gains the most, then this person is generally unreliable.
And Wan Anqi's consistent words and deeds, which she shied away from at the beginning and firmly shied away at the end, are among the few reliable people in this circle.
Chen Minhao asked: "Sister An Qi, what type of songs do you like to sing
Wan Anqi thought for more than ten seconds: "I want a saliva song, preferably something cheerful and festive."
After Wan Anqi took a sip of water, she added anxiously: "It's best not to ask for singing skills."
Chen Minhao happened to have such a song in his mind, but of course he would not give it to Wan Anqi directly.
After all, his character is that of a creative genius.
Instead of Jingle Cat, you can get whatever you want.
After saying goodbye to Kang Hui and Wan Anqi. As soon as Chen Minhao walked out of the office, he placed an order for "38 Sets of Good Location" and "5-Year College Entrance Examination and 4-Year Simulation" on Goudong.
Chen Minhao has done his homework before. Whether it is Beijing Film Academy or theater, the exam is divided into two parts: the art exam and the cultural exam.
The last time Chen Minhao took the college entrance examination questions was five years ago, so he planned to do a complete set of questions to see his current level, and then make his own review plan.
… …
Chen Minhao was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone the next day.
He glanced at his phone drowsily. It was only 6 o'clock in the morning, and it was another call from an unknown number. He subconsciously thought it was a courier.
"Hey, express delivery? Just put it downstairs."
"I'm Wu Xiaoshuang. This is my other mobile phone number. Sister Kang, yesterday she asked me to take you back to the set today, but she didn't say when, so I called to ask you what time you'll be back?"
"Brother, it's only 6 o'clock."
"I'm worried that you have to go back to the set early this morning." Wu Xiaoshuang said, full of energy after a day off yesterday.
Chen Minhao was speechless.
"I don't have a role. There will be one tomorrow morning. Let's go there later and leave at 6 pm, okay?" After all, I still have to do the college entrance examination questions.
"Okay, to celebrate your housewarming, let's have hot pot for lunch. It's not convenient for you to go out to eat, so we can go to your house to eat. Yanyan and I are responsible for buying and washing vegetables, and you are responsible for cleaning up the mess. It's almost 11 o'clock for us. We're almost at your house." As soon as Wu Xiaoshuang finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
Chen Minhao had only one feeling in his heart: he was clearly arranged.
He took a look at the logistics information and figured that the test papers wouldn't arrive at noon. If he couldn't solve the college entrance examination questions, he would just let her go.
At 12:30 in the morning, Wu Xiaoshuang and Su Yan arrived with large and small bags.
Wu Xiaoshuang wore a white half-sleeve shirt with a black cat pattern on it, and then wore jeans and white sneakers on her lower body. As simple and plain as usual, Su Yan wore a linen casual dress, and her face showed that she had put a lot of effort into it.
Chen Minhao took a glance and roughly guessed the reason why he didn't arrive on time at 11:30.
When the two of them were changing shoes, Su Yan rubbed the hand that had been scratched and muttered: "Xiao Shuang, hurry up. Find a boyfriend as soon as possible. Then someone will help us carry things."
Wu Xiaoshuang rolled her eyes: "I don't want love, I just want to be a rich woman."
Su Yan sighed and said, "If you have this idea, you won't be able to get married when you are 40 years old."
Wu Xiaoshuang said casually: "Didn't Shu Qi get married in his 40s?"
Su Yan glanced at Wu Xiaoshuang up and down and said, "But Shu Qi looks younger than you at forty years old."
Chen Minhao didn't look at Wu Xiaoshuang's expression. He stepped forward and carried two bags of ingredients to the kitchen. Escape from the battlefield.
… …
After the two changed their shoes, they went into the kitchen to help wash the dishes.
While picking green vegetables, Su Yan said to Wu Xiaoshuang: "I don't understand. What's so good about your job? It doesn't make much money and has no future. You stay up late every night chatting with a group of little girls. You almost have traces of it on your face. Wrinkled.”
Chen Minhao, who was washing tomatoes, lowered his head two inches. After all, Wu Xiaoshuang stayed up late to manage her fan base.
Su Yan put down the vegetables in his hand and said to Chen Minhao: "Chen Minhao, do you think this is true? Is it worth exhausting your body for a job? Tell me, what is this person working hard for?"
Chen Minhao said while cutting potatoes: "For Xinzhong's dream."
Look towards money, look towards wealth.
Su Yan said to Wu Xiaoshuang with a smile on her face: "Did you hear that, Dream! I will treat you very well if you do this job..."
Before Su Yan could finish speaking, Wu Xiaoshuang covered her mouth with his hand and said viciously: "Shut up."
It was the first time that Chen Minhao saw such an ungentle side of Wu Xiaoshuang, but he was very curious about what Su Yan had not finished saying, Da Wen? What can follow the big text
Chen Minhao forcibly reversed the situation, returned to the previous topic, and asked: "Xiaoshuang, after the birthday party, are you still busy with anything else?"
Su Yan snorted coldly and said, "I'm just busy after the birthday party. Your fans have changed from fans to fans of Niu Hulu*."
Chen Minhao was stunned for a moment and asked, "What do you mean?"
Su Yan looked at Chen Minhao's serious look and said, "Don't you usually do Weibo?"
Chen Minhao put down the dishes he was going to wash and said, "I spend half an hour every day reading my fans' messages."
Su Yan smiled meaningfully: "Is it because after the birthday party, the number of fans' messages increased a lot, and I feel cute."
Su Yan chuckled and added: "You not only have to read the messages from fans on your own Weibo, but you also have to read the messages from your fans elsewhere."
After Chen Minhao wiped his hands with a tissue, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on Weibo.
Su Yan felt that Chen Minhao was really unaware of the fighting power of his fans, and asked, "How is your relationship with Xing Tian?"
Chen Minhao didn't say anything and directly clicked on Xingtian's Weibo.
"Holy shit, are they really my fans?"
Thank you everyone for your understanding yesterday. Novels are supposed to bring happiness to everyone, but yesterday they may have brought happiness to everyone. (The cat is still there. I went to another hospital last night and the doctor said it can still be cured. Although there is no guarantee of cure, there is at least a glimmer of hope.)
This is my first time writing a novel, and there are still many shortcomings in the writing, conception, and plot tension.
But I will try to make the plot as reasonable as possible. This is also one of my original intentions in writing this novel.
(Any suggestions and suggestions are welcome. Sometimes they are indeed poorly thought out.)
There will be an update in the evening. I shamelessly ask for recommendation votes and favorites. The more interesting the data is, the more likely it will be recommended.
There is another chapter tonight
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