Lin Jiashu was not surprised what Rong Chun did.
There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, and he pointed to the bottom: "Then do your good deeds to the end."
Rong Chun snorted coldly in her heart - it's not like she hasn't seen it before, can she still be molested
Rong Chun hooked up his belt and went down with a few scissors. The couture trousers fell under the sofa like a piece of discarded fabric.
She wanted to see how shameless Lin Jiashu was.
Rong Chun smiled brightly, meaning: "What else?"
"… "
In order to prevent accidental injury, many scissors are now blunt.
The cold stainless steel slid across the mermaid line, Lin Jiashu's nerves were a little tense, but he didn't take an inch.
The corners of his lips pulled together: "Thank you. No more for now."
Rong Chun raised his eyebrows and said, "Really?"
It's like he doesn't believe it.
"It's very late now, go back to sleep." Lin Jiashu said, "What time do you get up tomorrow?"
Rong Chun's vigilance was raised again: "What?"
Lin Jiashu took it for granted: "Come over and dress me again."
"… "
***
As long as a person has no morality, he will not be kidnapped by morality.
Rong Chun felt that she had no moral heart for Lin Jiashu, she just didn't want to owe him.
However, it is easy to owe money, but difficult to repay the debt.
If it wasn't for Lin Jiashu, she would most likely be bitten tonight.
It's not a big wound, but no one wants to be bitten.
Rong Chun felt pain just thinking about it.
She wouldn't mind if Lin Jiashu just asked her to do a little favor during her recovery.
Although she didn't want to get involved with him any more.
This night, Rong Chun had completed the whole year's exercise ahead of schedule. After returning from Lin Jiashu's house, she soon fell asleep.
The next day, she went straight downstairs after eating.
Lin Jiashu was still sleeping.
There is a computer on the bedside table, and the display screen is not closed, which is really the image of a disabled and determined president.
It was the second time Rong Chun saw Lin Jiashu fall asleep.
He used to sleep with a dim floor lamp indoors, not too bright, let alone pitch black.
The tall man curled up beside the bed, the bridge of his nose straight, dividing the light and shadow into two halves. The eyelashes were cast below, and the red mole at the corner of the eye looked more beautiful, and the relaxed state was much more pleasing than when he was awake.
Rong Chun thought to himself, I'm here, you don't wake up, don't blame me.
She used lipstick to leave a message on the coffee table in his living room: Come here for a visit.
Prove that she was there.
Rong Chun put on his lipstick, looked up inadvertently, and saw that there was nothing on the Nakajima stage. Thinking about the situation when he lived in Jiuqi Garden, he guessed that he might have no food to eat after waking up.
So she brought a carton of milk from her home and put it on it.
When she was about to leave, she suddenly woke up—was it unnecessary, if Lin Jiashu misunderstood her love for him, it would be bad.
I sent him a text message with my mobile phone again: [My milk has fallen into your house, please throw it away when you wake up.]
Rong Chun comforted herself that she was just a kind-hearted person, let him recover early, repay the debt of gratitude, and stay away from him completely.
After everything was done, she no longer thought about it, and the driver drove her to Xingtu Entertainment.
As soon as Jiang Zhiyu saw her, he said, "Xiao Chun, how many songs have you written? Let me see."
Rong Chun handed in the semi-finished product he wrote yesterday.
Rong Chun's style is actually quite changeable, but she is obviously better at delicate soothing or brisk tunes. Focus on the melody, the style is popular.
But in front of a professional jury, just being "good" in the ordinary sense is not enough, and you will be hit to the point of doubting your life. This is discrimination in the eyes of "professionals".
Compared with his cousin Pei Tangyu, Rongchun's output is not high. I've been crushed by him before, so I'm not very confident.
Jiang Zhiyu thought for a moment. She is not a professional singer, so she can only give her a general direction: "There is still a week before the show, hurry up and do a good demo."
"… "
It's like writing a composition for elementary school students.
But in the face of Jiang Zhiyu, Rong Chun couldn't say nonsense like "you can do it", but only grimaced: "I can't write it..."
"I'll help you." Jiang Zhiyu took out an old phone from the drawer, "Xiaochun, this is for you."
"?" Rong Chun stopped using this kind of thing 800 years ago.
Jiang Zhiyu took the apple from her hand and stuffed her with the old computer: "Don't go online during this time. Concentrate on creating."
"Ah?! I can create even with the internet."
Wouldn't breaking her net be equivalent to strangling her neck? Can't breathe!
Jiang Zhiyu asked Fang Yuan to replace the phone card with her: "I also asked Aunt Wu to cut off all wired and wireless networks in your house."
"… "
Rong Chun felt that Jiang Zhiyu might have really jumped from a MLM den.
***
Without the Internet, Rongchun is just a dried fish, and can only go to Jiuqi Garden to write words.
Fang Yuan and several assistants guarded her 24 hours a day, like watching a prisoner. I don't know if it's because I'm afraid she'll be mentally ill.
After the brutal and primitive life began, she finally received a text message.
- A receipt of X million from a bank.
Rong Chun raised his eyebrows, and Lin Jiashu finally repaid the money.
But there is also a postscript in the text message: Thank you for your milk, I'm on a business trip these days.
Rong Chun rolled his eyes and went on a business trip, reporting what to do with her. Thought she would miss him? Think beautiful.
Whether Lin Jiashu is here or not has nothing to do with her. She can only retreat in the studio now.
A few days later, Fang Yuan informed her that the show would be recorded tomorrow.
Rong Chun was so focused on writing songs that he remembered and asked Fang Yuan what the variety show was.
"The First Creator", like all music variety shows, has a set of competition system and PK between singers.
Rong Chun's favorite songs tend to be in Europe and the United States. The domestic music scene has been declining for a long time. Recently, except for Pei Tangyu Yiqi Juechen, other mid-range players are all on their own, or they are in variety shows. It's been a long time since a singer-songwriter appeared.
Creation is difficult, and originality is even more difficult. This program is to test the singer-songwriter in all aspects.
3 top domestic music producers as commentators.
20 professional reviews. They are all screened and selected from the Conservatory of Music. Do your best to be fair and just.
In addition, for the visibility of the program, to avoid the music being too high and too low, there are also 100 online public reviews.
The final score is scored according to the weight.
Rong Chun didn't want to calculate the score, anyway, it was over with the first one.
However, it would be a lie to say that you are not nervous.
Rong Chun had average grades from childhood to high school, but he never took it seriously. If he will, he will, if he will not, he will not. It's a big deal. Anyway, the correct answer is printed there in black and white.
Music is different. Just pull two people on the street, and the overlap rate of their favorite playlists will not reach 100%.
Some people like the fast melody of this song, while others dislike its loudness.
Rong Chun was not so nervous that he wanted to vomit even in the college entrance examination.
She grabbed Fang Yuan beside her and asked for the hundredth time, "Do you think I have no makeup on?"
Fang Yuan: "It's like a fairy descended to earth." She called up her phone to take a picture: "Smile."
Rong Chun couldn't smile and made a face.
The recording location is Yunling Satellite TV.
Rong Chun was here to fill his seat this time. A singer was arrested for taking drugs. Just as Jiang Zhiyu threw an olive branch, it was also topical. own flow. That's how she got caught.
Rong Chun hasn't been online for a few days, so Fang Yuan relayed the topic to her.
Netizens smashed her and Rong Shi behind her again, and after eating melons for three or four days, the heat finally cooled down on the fourth day. Because there are more people worth discussing.
Rong Chun: "Who?"
Fang Yuan paused: "Mr. Lin..."
Rong Chun said "Oh", which can be guessed.
After all, a rich, single president is more attractive than a bankrupt daughter, not to mention that this person looks like a star.
Rong Chun asked casually, "Tell me, what did you say?"
Fangyuan briefly recounts the story line compiled online.
What Rongchun throws money at Lin Jiashu in public and takes the bait on his overlord. Lin Jiashu had to obey.
Rong Chun thought to himself that it was not entirely wrong.
For example, the first time they kissed was her initiative.
But another first time, the memory is very clear, it was Lin Jiashu who took the initiative.
They dated that day, ate dinner, watched a movie, and spent the afternoon in the art gallery.
At night, Rong Chun took him to his home. Lin Jiashu didn't talk much, but he cooperated very well with him. Apart from eating and going to the bathroom, he held her hand all the time, no different from any couple in love on the street. Rong Chun was floating all day, like walking on the clouds.
It was getting dark, and when it was time for him to go home, Rong Chun refused to let go. The two looked at each other at the entrance, Lin Jiashu smiled lightly and lowered his head to kiss her.
After that they were all a little out of control, the deeper the kiss, the hotter the kiss. Neither of them had any experience. Lin Jiashu didn't even know how to take her to the sofa or the bedroom, but only knew how to squeeze her against the door.
Rong Chun can still remember his eyes at that time, like the deep sea, like the night sky.
Make her feel like she is loved.
So that there is no doubt about his sincerity.
Thinking about it now, Rong Chun is a little funny.
As a past person, she spoke to Fang Yuan earnestly: "Xiao Yuan, you can't chase men like me in the future."
Fang Yuan: "Ah? However, President Lin said he was chasing you."
"?"
Fang Yuan flipped through his phone and showed Rong Chun his Weibo: "Look—"
Weibo is the official homepage of CR Group.
Top top: The recent discussions about the founder of our company have been untrue. Whether it was before or now, Mr. Lin Jiashu took the initiative to pursue Ms. Rong Chun, and hoped that the rumor-mongers would stop spreading rumors. Otherwise, our company will take legal measures to protect rights...
After that, there are some other declarations.
Rong Chun's mouth was half-open. She was disconnected from the Internet recently, and Jiang Zhiyu confiscated her mobile phone. Also deliberately do not read about their own news. So much so that I missed this Weibo.
But Rong Chun knew in his heart that no matter how much she did on the surface to give her face, only the person involved knew the truth.
She won't do anything for this Weibo.
Rong Chun returned the phone to Fang Yuan: "Lin Jiashu must have considered cooperation with the Rong family before he said that. My reputation is too bad for him."
Fang Yuan hesitated, at this time, they finally arrived at the recording studio.
Director Zheng was not too old, in his thirties, wearing a peaked cap, and came to pick up someone in person, "Miss Rong."
Rong Chun: "Just call me Yoyo."
Director Zheng also heard of her nickname, took her to the dressing room, and told her about the program process: "After the makeup is done, we will start recording."
Fangyuan: "Why don't you rehearse first?"
Zheng Daowei: "Originally, the first episode has been recorded. Who knows that a singer has been detained, so Yoyo is a supplementary recording. You are the only one singing today. I will give you a vaccination first. Don't expect too much, we I don't know what tastes the public judges."
Rong Chun's left ear listened to the right ear, and she listened absentmindedly. She just needs to sing well, right
As soon as she entered the dressing room, she saw an acquaintance in the reflection of the mirror, and the makeup artist was applying her eye makeup. She didn't wear a dress. In order to match the personality of the music program, she dressed casually and rationally, and her hair changed into a few small braids.
Rong Chun slammed the door shut: "Is the host Yang Yuwei?"
Director Zheng: "I didn't need a host, she added it temporarily."
Rong Chun was speechless for a moment: "Director Zheng, I will change the song first."
Director Zheng was anxious: "What? It's time. No, the time is too short."
Rong Chun: "Do you still want traffic?"
"...Which song do you sing first?"
Rong Chun: "You don't need to prepare, just give me a guitar."
Director Zheng grabbed the cap: "Then at least tell me the song name!"
"It's better to keep a dog."
The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-08-03 20:38:04~2020-08-04 19:50:04~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: do you eat jelly 3 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!