Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Chapter 907: Begging Me

Molucy was disappointed.

He hasn't had it for several days.

I was looking forward to it last night.

"Why did you sleep so late last night."

"I'm writing the lyrics for the new drama," Yan Su yawned.

"Let me see," Molucy stepped in.

Yan Su remembered the advice he gave yesterday, and didn't hide it, and after showing it to him, he brushed his teeth and washed his face.

Molucy took a brief look at the lyrics. It was painted and changed, and changed and painted, but I have to say that Yan Su was sensitive in music. Yesterday, I just clicked a few words at random, and she caught the point, and It's also beautiful in terms of lyrics.

"What do you think?" Yan Su brushed her teeth while expecting to poke out her little head from the bathroom, her eyes full of Greek wings.

"I want to compete with Ye Yunyang and Pei Wei with this, it's a little bit worse," said Mo Lu Xi, and stood up to take a cup of milk.

Yan Su spit out toothpaste and asked, "How do you know Ye Yunyang and Pei Wei are my competitors?"

Molouxi paused with a cup in his hand. After a few seconds, he calmly replied, "After I went back yesterday, I talked casually with friends in the film and television industry and learned.

Yan Su was stunned and had no doubt. "Then you think I'm a little bit worse."

"Please ask me," Molucy gave her a look.

"..."

Yan Su took a breath and reminded, "You seem to be drinking my milk."

Drink the owner's milk, and then ask the owner to ask him, what kind of people come from this world.

"Well, I'm making milk for you, and a glass for myself, by the way," Molucy nodded, answering without changing his face.

"I really thank you," Yan Su gritted her teeth. If he hadn't mentioned her last night, she really wanted to get him away with a broom.

"You're welcome," Molucy smiled at her angry cheek gang, suddenly smiled in a good mood, "forget it, for the sake of neighbors, let me tell you, your words are too tangled with literature and art, Sometimes it ’s too artistic, and some people do n’t understand. ”

"But Li Dao is a very literary person. I have seen the lyrics of his previous theme song ..."

"It used to be that way, but in recent years his taste of listening to the song has changed," Molusi said after seeing Yan Su's eyes brightened.

"You know Lidao?" Yan Su looked envious and admired.

"Strange, the circle is so big, but I won't walk you through the back door. This kind of thing still depends on strength," Morusi turned and took a sip of milk.

"I didn't say I would go backstage," Yan Su murmured, "but would you pit me?"

Morius laughed angrily, "Why are you good for me, believe it or not."

After he said no more he ignored her and sat quietly at the table for breakfast.

When Yan Su changed his clothes and came out, he had already left.

There was a glass of her milk on the table, but it was a little longer, and it tasted slightly cooler.

...

In the next few days, Yan Su devoted herself to composing songs. Sometimes, when Moulixi passed the entrance of the music classroom, she would see a person sitting at noon playing the guitar arranger.

Once passing by, Yan Su stopped him, "Would you like to listen to me play?"

"Want me to point you?" Molucy raised her eyebrows and went in, moved a chair and sat opposite her, her right leg overlapped on her left leg, "play it."

Yan Su closed her eyes and pretended not to see his drag and arrogance, and turned the guitar.

A ray of sunlight passed through the treetops outside the window, and fell on her dark hair and shoulders. She lowered her head, her white face was weak, her eyelashes were thick and slender, her lips moved, and her voice sang gently from her throat Come out, sweet and sweet.

Third more. . . Fourth more later. .

Don't you think the plot is plain. Alas, a little trickle.

(End of this chapter)