The Boss Lost His Memory And Only Remembers Me

Chapter 104: Amazing

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Xu Lu snorted coldly: "The gift of fate has already been secretly marked with a price. Wen Qiao always accepts charity from men, so she will definitely pay the price."

"that is."

Wen Qiao: …

Vincent saw a clip of her interview and approached her in person.

Shang Fan's song was composed by her.

When did she ever rely on a man

Forget it, as long as you are happy.

Backstage, Shang Fan’s eyes lit up when he saw Wen Qiao.

Song Hao was his mentor. At that time, he was studying classical music, and everyone thought he should play the piano in a symphony orchestra. No one believed he could become a pop singer.

Playing the piano is what his family expects of him, but he personally prefers to stand on the stage under the spotlight and sing the songs he likes.

He submitted many demo songs, but only Song Hao appreciated his musical talent and signed him to Haimao.

So, when Brother Hao arranged for him to perform on the same stage with students from the Chinese Music Department, there was no way he could refuse.

But... I didn't have too much enthusiasm, thinking that it was probably just a kid from some relative's family that Brother Hao knew, and he just wanted to take this opportunity to show off.

He was just giving Brother Hao some face.

When he saw Wen Qiao, he was amazed. This girl was too beautiful. How could Brother Hao's relatives have such a beautiful child

I can't help but be curious about the relationship between this girl named Wen Qiao and Brother Hao.

Wen Qiao greeted Shang Fan indifferently, without flattery or enthusiasm, just like an ordinary colleague.

This made Shang Fan even more amazed. He was a top star. Which little girl would not be crazy about him when seeing him? This little girl had great self-control.

Lu Youyou came over and said, "Brother Fan, can we take a photo together?"

Lu Youyou's life purpose has always been "to piss off Xu Lu and Zhao Tong to death".

This is such a rare opportunity, of course I have to post it on my Moments.

Although I don’t know how Qiao Qiao got this cooperation.

Lu Youyou and Chun Xiao took photos with Shang Fan one by one, while Wen Qiao remained indifferent and tuned her pipa beside them.

Wen Qiao has always been indifferent to men other than Fu Nanli, even a little boyish. No matter how handsome or popular Shang Fan is, she is completely indifferent.

The rehearsal went very smoothly, and there was even a sense of soul resonance between Boya and Ziqi, and mountains and flowing water.

It was the first time that Wen Qiao listened to Lin Xiang and Chun Xiao's performance. Fortunately, they had reached the pinnacle of accomplishment in their respective fields.

Otherwise, he would not have been admitted to the Central Conservatory of Music under such difficult circumstances for folk music.

The party started at seven o'clock, and they rehearsed until six o'clock. Shang Fan put down the microphone and said, "Today really opened the door to a new world. It seems that I can appropriately incorporate folk music style into my songs in the future."

Wen Qiao smiled. She already had two songs in her hands, which were a fusion of ancient style and electronic dance music. They were very suitable for Shang Fan. She would send them to Song Hao when the time came.

To promote folk music, top stars can help achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Lu Youyou took Wen Qiao's hand and said to Shang Fan, "Brother Fan, let's go back and change our clothes."

Wen Qiao looked down at his T-shirt and jeans: "Can't I just wear this?"

Rough, even rougher than straight men.

Lu Youyou was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood: "No, wear a small skirt."

Back in the dormitory, Chunxiao rummaged through her closet and said, "How about we all wear Hanfu? I brought a lot of sets with me."

As the person in charge of styling, Lu Youyou nodded and said, "Yes, that's fine. We are folk music, and wearing Hanfu complements each other. It's a very good idea."

Lin Xiang said coldly: "Is there anyone with a more neutral style?"

(End of this chapter)