The days of cohabitation with gangster boyfriend

Chapter 111

"I can also rest assured." Jing Rushi let out a long sigh, and said with a smile, "Beibei, I will treat you to dinner tonight to celebrate your success in the first step." "Well, when the game is over, I will call you." Telephone."

"Okay! Then I'll go and book a place first."

After Jing left, I began to remove my makeup and change clothes. Several classmates and acquaintances who participated in the competition came to congratulate me.

While I was packing my things, an unexpected guest appeared again.

At first I wanted to pretend not to know each other, but he pulled a chair and sat down beside me.

It seems that they intend to have a long chat, not just to congratulate me.

I'm in a good mood today, and Tang Lin didn't look too displeased, so I smiled and nodded at him.

He said: "Now I finally know why you always play sweet songs."

"Really?" I folded my clothes and agreed casually.

"Because... you playing sad music can make people feel suicidal."

"Even a proud man like you wants to commit suicide, and others can't live at all."

He smiled, a little lonely in his smile.

"Can I invite you to dinner tonight and talk about the contract."

I stared at him with wide eyes, "Does anyone who talks about business have to have this indomitable spirit?"

"You can understand that."

"Mr. Meng, there are many girls who play well here, why don't you talk to them." I pointed to a few girls who kept sneaking at him.

He shook his head, looking at my half-sagging face. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"why?"

"Because you are number one today, if I want to sign, I must sign the best one."

I looked at him even more surprised, "It's not over yet, how do you know?"

"I asked the judges."

"Ask?" I endured and endured so that I didn't throw the things in my hand in his face. "Did I ask, or did I explain?!"

"Why are you so unsure of yourself?"

I shoved the costume into the bag with all my might.

Laurel, who didn't really care about it before, has no interest at all now.

It's not a question of confidence.There is no fairness in this world at all, even in the lofty art world, authority and money decide everything.

"Whatever conditions you have, I will agree to them all."

"what on earth do you want!?"

He looked at me very sincerely: "I just want those who can't afford the expensive tickets to have the opportunity to understand the charm of the piano."

What he said was really touching, and I was almost moved by him.

I raised my head, smiled maliciously and said, "Okay! If you only record, I promise you."

"It's a word."

"what!"

……

The next day, when he came to me with the contract, I was completely conquered by his indomitable spirit.

I read the contract several times, but I couldn't find any reason to refuse it.

Their company really only makes music, and doesn't need me to attend any promotions, interviews, or even my real name.

During the three-year contract period, I can participate in any performances and competitions at will, and their company will never interfere.

(End of this chapter)