Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"A man who is handsome even in his pores, instantly abused the men in our office area into scum..."

"Compared to our President Su, who is handsome???"

"I think it's better to be Commander Su, more MAN! Mu Xicheng makes me feel too demonic..."

"No, I think IAN is more handsome, damn it, standing there is a sight!"

"It seems that we can't compare. Our Su always has a pure masculine heroism, and Mu Xicheng is more beautiful than a woman... He doesn't fit the word handsome. It should be described as handsome."

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In the evening, the fiery red glow shrouded the Su Family Winery.

Surrounded by tall sycamore trees, the leaves fall one by one in the wind.

Under the window are clumps of roses in full bloom, scarlet in color, and green branches climbing out of the mottled wall, arrogant and wild.

When Chanel first came to this winery, she was shocked by the strong beauty of these roses, very Mu Xicheng's style...it didn't suit Su Shijie at all.

If one day, she knew that these roses were related to Muxi City at the moment they were planted...

There is an exquisite porcelain bone cup on the table, and the strong tea with milk is steaming.

Chanel pressed the mouse and scanned the music she made in the afternoon into the computer.

Su Shijie didn't let her go out, so she was bored so she had to compose music to pass the time...

More importantly, she didn't dare to let her mind have free time, for fear that if she had any free time, she would be occupied by Muxi City.

Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her shoulders from behind.

Xia Naier was taken aback, Su Shijie bent down and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Stop facing the computer, the radiation is big."

When did he come back, why didn't she know?Does this man walk without making a sound?

Chanel tried to free his arm.

"Is this the song you composed?"

Su Shijie has already folded a hand on hers on his own initiative, holding the mouse and pressing it.

Chanel has a network hard drive to store music...

In order to save some fleeting inspiration.

"I've made a lot of songs, have they all been sold?" He looked at the list, there were dozens of them.

Chanel curled her long eyelashes: "Excuse me, can you take your hands away?"

"Xin'er, I'm asking you something, have all these songs been published?"

She resisted the urge to hit his face with the mouse: "No!"

"Why~not?"

This question made Chanel frown. She never thought about publishing it. When she was upset or inspired, she made music purely as a hobby and for her own entertainment.

In fact, her talent is very good, but the style of music is too unique, not popular enough, and has no commercial taste.

So the probability of hitting the shot is also low, which Chanel knows very well.

She is like a wayward wild horse, she doesn't like to link hobbies with work...

"Why must it be published? Is it okay for me to create for myself?"

Su Shijie laughed softly, and sprayed hot air on the side of her face: "Good music needs to be shared with everyone. You are so talented, why did you bury your own talent?"

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"And you can get a lot of money by selling a song."

"I'm not like you, a businessman who smells like copper and is greedy for profit! You only have money in your eyes?" Chanel squeezed her fingers, wanting him to stay away from him.

"It's fine, I will take care of my Xin'er, and you don't need to show your face to make money."

This sentence stabbed Chanel's Achilles' heel again.