The legend of rebirth

Chapter 489 I Need You
That night, Ye Luo didn't fall asleep much, tossing and turning while hugging the quilt.

Chu Mo'er is about to leave for the United States, and Song Yan finally sees her. If she has escaped this time, will she be able to escape the next time?

Should I have a good talk with Song Yan, or continue to be an ostrich and dive into the sand as if I don't know anything?
As the saying goes, don't be afraid of thieves stealing, but be afraid of thieves thinking about it.

If Song Yan was really a thief, it would be easy, but she was not the problem.

She is now Ye Luo's right-hand man. This girl is not only beautiful, but also more capable. She can learn everything quickly.

When he was in China, Chu Mo'er was actually his life assistant, Ye Luo concentrated on his work, and Chu Mo'er would arrange things for him properly.

In the past four months in the United States, Ye Luo was serving Song Yan and Mai Ruina in life, but Song Yan spared no effort in work.Song Yan is the only person who can discuss Ye Luo's ideas, and Song Yan is also the one who practices them. Ye Luo only needs to make the music he is good at, and Song Yan takes care of everything else.

In the past four months, Ye Luo couldn't do without her as a record company.

In the past, when Song Yan ran away out of temper, Ye Luo could let her go, but not now.Ye Luo's grand plan in music cannot be separated from Song Yan's strong execution ability.

And for Song Yan, Ye Luo asked himself, whether as a woman or as a work partner, he admired her from the bottom of his heart.

With her ability, quality, and beauty, this woman would be liked by any man. Ye Luo is in her twenties, and she is full of vigor, and she is not curvy.

To Ye Luo, this night was like hell, watching the east turn white outside the window, she was so sleepy that she fell asleep drowsily.

Something was on her mind, she couldn't sleep well, not long after she fell asleep, when she was in a daze, Ye Luo heard the door knocking lightly, someone came in.

He woke up suddenly and sat up.

It was Song Yan who came, and the sound of Ye Luo getting up obviously startled her.

Ye Luo didn't sleep well all night, her eyes were bloodshot, she woke up very angry, her eyes were round, and her facial expression was far more ferocious than usual.

Sitting up just like that made Song Yan take a step back in fright, her lips trembled, and she cried.

Seeing Song Yan's tears falling down, Ye Luo finally came to his senses. He shook his head: "It's you, why are you crying?"

Song Yan was standing beside Ye Luo's bed, sobbing and crying, unable to stop.

It was only then that Ye Luo remembered that she called her to call her in the morning last night, and looked at her watch, it was past eight o'clock in the morning.

Ye Luo sorted out her thoughts and knew why Song Yan was crying, not just because she was frightened when she sat up just now.

This girl behaved so outrageously last night, although I avoided it, but this girl is too smart, I can't hide this trick from her, she knows what's going on.After returning to the room at night, she probably didn't fall asleep, and was frightened all night, afraid that she would turn against her, or alienate her from now on.

When I got up in the morning, I thought of what I told you last night, you have to do a full set of acting, otherwise it would be embarrassing in the future, so she came to wake herself up, but she was so frightened by herself, grievance and fear welled up in her heart, and her emotions collapsed.

Ye Luo guessed that this was the case, but how to persuade him?He is also worried.

"Okay." Ye Luo thought for a while, then changed into a smiling face, "Why are you crying so sad, I don't know, I thought I did something to you last night."

It's okay not to mention this, but when it was mentioned, Song Yan cried even harder, tears streaming down her face.

Ye Luo scratched her head and spread her hands: "My Mr. Song, why don't you go to the bathroom to avoid it for a while. I haven't put on my clothes yet. When I get dressed, can I come and coax you?"

Song Yan was obedient, and walked into the bathroom while crying.

Ye Luo put on her clothes, went to the bathroom door and knocked on the door: "Let's change, I want to brush my teeth."

As soon as the bathroom door opened, Song Yan came out, and when Ye Luo passed by, the girl said softly, "I'm sorry, what happened last night, can we just pretend it never happened?"

"Did something happen last night?" Ye Luo looked confused, "Why don't I know."

"It's fine if you don't have one." Song Yan seemed relieved, and wiped away the tears on her face.

Seeing Song Yan's pitiful look, Ye Luo also sighed, and said seriously: "Song Yan, I have a grand goal, to achieve it, I need you by my side, do you understand me? "
Song Yan pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

"Okay, stop thinking about it." Ye Luo said, "Your eyes are swollen from crying, go and clean up, we have to choose a site in a while."

"I won't go." Song Yan said in a low voice, "If you can't meet people like this, I'll give you the address and contact number. You can go with Master Hu."

"Alright, then you should have a good rest." Ye Luo nodded, "I prefer to see Song Yan who is full of energy and fighting spirit."

"You are a greedy ghost." Song Yan raised her head and gave Ye Luo a look.

"I admit it." Ye Luo nodded calmly without avoiding Song Yan's gaze.

Song Yan sighed quietly, and said, "Okay, after you choose the address of the record company, call me, and I'll arrange our accommodation nearby. We can't stay in hotels all the time, or accidents will happen."

"Who said no?" Ye Luo nodded quickly.

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After getting the address and contact number, Ye Luo met Hu Jianing in the hotel lobby and set off to find the office of the new company.

"Where's President Song?" Hu Jianing looked around Ye Luo.

"It's said that I don't feel well." Ye Luo said, "Let's just go."

"Oh, she's not feeling well, and you seem to lack sleep." Hu Jianing nodded, "I seem to understand something vaguely."

"Get lost!" Ye Luo pushed Hu Jianing, "I'm very ambitious now, so don't use such disgusting things to upset my appetite."

"I'll wipe it, are you okay?" Hu Jianing looked Ye Luo up and down, "That's Song Yan, the best among women, how many men want to drink her footwashing water, and it turns off your appetite?

Tell me honestly, boy, are you crooked, so I can guard against you in the future. "

"Go, go!" Ye Luo was amused, "Hurry up and get down to business."

Out of the hotel lobby, outside is the busy downtown of New York City. The weather is not very good, with smog and gray, which is not the same as California where there is no cloud at every turn.

"Hey, it's the same as our Tianjing." Hu Jianing laughed, "So many tall buildings have been blinded for nothing, and I can't see them at all."

"Fortunately, our new company is not in this urban area, but by the sea. Look at this, the traffic is bad, the weather is bad, and in this environment, I feel depressed. How can I make good music?" Ye Luo laughed, "Song Yan's work is still very reliable."

"Hey, you short-sighted kid, maybe you took some advantage last night." Hu Jianing rolled his eyes and said, "She put the company on the edge of Long Island because she wanted to stay away from Juilliard, so As soon as it comes, younger siblings can only live in school. Can't you see this?"

Hu Jianing's words stunned Ye Luo, he thought for a while, then shook his head: "Song Yan is not this kind of person."

"Well, don't ask, I tasted the sweetness last night." Hu Jianing looked like he had solved the big case.

"Can we still have a good chat?" Ye Luo became a little annoyed.

Now that Ye Luo had left all his belongings to Ding Shaoyang, he had started over by himself, and he didn't have a car at his disposal right now, while the two were chatting, Ye Luo stopped a taxi and went straight to the destination.

"Hey? Dude, do I know you?" The taxi driver was a black man, looked at Ye Luo from the rearview mirror in the car, and asked suspiciously, "Your face looks familiar!"

Ye Luo was stunned for a moment, then remembered, Times Square here still had a huge poster of herself hanging on it.

"Good eyesight." Hu Jianing said in Shangdu-style English, "This one is the famous Ye Luo, the most outstanding musician in the world. He is currently one of the best musicians in the world, and he probably won't be one in the future. In Times Square There's his poster."

"Stop playing with me." The black buddy smiled, "Is he Ye Luo? Someone who can hang in Times Square, will take my taxi? Dude, I'm not stupid even though I don't have much education. On the poster Ye Luo is obviously not as strong as him."
Ye Luo was amused, and said with a smile, "Hehe, my friend was just joking with you. I'm not Ye Luo, but I look a little like him."

"I'll just say it." The black buddy is obviously very talkative, "But Ye Luo's poster has been hanging for several months. What kind of music does he have? Why haven't I heard it?"

"How come? It's on the Leshi website." Hu Jianing said.

"Music music?" the driver asked suspiciously, "Recently, it's a little famous, but who goes there to listen to music, there's no charts for reference, no one knows whether it's good or bad, there are few works, and they're expensive.

Poor people like us all go to the bulletin board to download music. There are rankings for tens of thousands of works as a reference. The quantity is large and cheap, and an album costs a few dollars. "

"En." Ye Luo nodded thoughtfully.

"Speaking of Chinese musicians, Han is pretty good. He recently made a rap song. I didn't expect the Orientals to make such an authentic New York black rap song. It's amazing." While talking, the black buddy put his MP3 Throwing it to Ye Luo and Hu Jianing, "Listen."

Ye Luo was also very curious. He picked up the MP3 earphones, put them in his ears, listened for a while, and nodded sincerely: "That's really good."

"That's right." The black buddy was very proud, "Originally, the best rap music in the United States was Bob Curry. Now I think Han is also very good. He is the best musician in China. What? Ye Luo, I don't think so."

"Hehe, I don't think he's very good either." Ye Luo smiled, returned the MP3 in his hand to the driver, and asked, "Here in New York, the best-selling music is rap music, right?"
"Of course, the best selling music in America is also rap music." The black driver put an earplug into his ear, nodded along with the rhythm, and controlled the steering wheel.

The yellow taxi, driving around downtown New York, quickly disappeared into the mist.

(End of this chapter)